“Lieutenant Everett,” Westfield redirected. “Pull up the team assignment matrix for the next phase. Let’s see who’s qualified for specialized tactical planning.”

The young technical officer complied, bringing up personnel files on the main screen. As he scrolled through, Selena’s file briefly appeared, showing unusual gaps and redacted sections that stood out starkly against the comprehensive records of her peers.

Westfield raised a hand, stopping the scroll. “Go back two files.” His eyes narrowed as he studied Selena’s record more closely. “Lieutenant Commander Morrison, there seem to be some inconsistencies in your service record. Interesting.”

The room’s atmosphere shifted perceptibly. Officers exchanged glances—some curious, others uncomfortable. Selena remained perfectly composed, neither defensive nor apologetic. “The exercise parameters, Admiral?” she prompted quietly, attempting to redirect focus to the training mission.