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The sterile smell of antiseptic hit Margaret Flynn before her eyes even fluttered open. Her joints felt heavy, waterlogged by exhaustion and the bitter cocktail of adrenaline crash. But the moment consciousness fully clicked, the weight at the foot of her bed anchored her. / Chapter 6 / 6

Chapter 6 - The Verdict and the Final Salute

Three weeks later, the courtroom of the Federal District Court was packed to absolute capacity.

Flashbulbs popped outside the mahogany double doors, and satellite trucks lined the street three deep. The trial had been swift, devastating, and entirely public. Former Sergeant Miller sat at the defense table in a crisp orange jumpsuit, his head bowed, his career, his pension, and his freedom stripped away by an avalanche of unassailable digital evidence, intercepted bank transfers, and eyewitness testimony.

Inside the courtroom, the atmosphere was solemn and reverent.

At the front center aisle sat Margaret Flynn, wearing her full Class-A dress uniform adorned with her service ribbons from the 37th Infantry. Her silver hair was neatly pinned, and her spine was ramrod straight.

Beside her, sitting proudly on a specially designated rug, was Ajax—restored to his official registry, his shiny black tactical harness replaced with a ceremonial braided leather collar bearing his original service badge.

The federal judge, a stern-faced woman with decades on the bench, adjusted her glasses and looked down from her elevated dais.

“The court has reviewed all evidence pertaining to the corruption ring at the Port Newark precinct, the fraudulent discharge of K-9 Unit Ajax, and the illegal coercion attempted by former Sergeant Miller,” the judge announced, her voice echoing clearly through the vaulted chamber. “Furthermore, the court formally commends Master Sergeant Margaret Flynn and K-9 Unit Ajax for their extraordinary valor, integrity, and dedication to justice, both on the battlefield and in defense of the public trust.”

A soft murmur of approval rippled through the packed gallery.

The judge smiled gently down toward the front row. “Court is adjourned.”

As the gavel came down with a crisp, echoing crack, the entire courtroom rose as one in a spontaneous, thunderous standing ovation. Lawyers, journalists, spectators, and even two federal marshals turned toward Margaret and the dog, clapping until their palms stung.

Margaret didn't smile theatrically. She stood slowly, smoothing down the front of her jacket.

She looked down at Titan.

The German Shepherd looked up at her with clear, intelligent, devoted eyes, his tail giving a soft, steady thud against the courtroom floor.

Margaret raised her right hand in a sharp, crisp, flawless military salute.

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