Civil Servant Hunter's S-class Resignation Log Novels & Stories

"Formal censure, suspended from the body permanently. He was released from the formal process—" "Six weeks ago," I said. "Three weeks before the wedding announcement went public." The line was quiet. "The wedding announcement," Adrian said slowly. "His access logs show he pulled coalition member files eight months ago. That would have included—" "Cam's desk assignment," I said. "From the Madison building layout submission." "He didn't target the Madison building," Karl said. "He targeted here. Cam's desk position in Pine Street." He looked at me. "The Pine Street layout was in the initial coalition registration. Over a year ago."

I want to laugh with his remarks, does he really don’t remember what happened last night? “I’m filing my resignation,” I said, and put my letter in fron of his desk. His brow furrowed, “I have found a more suitable job for me,” I said, of course, that’s an excuse. “Ms. Cabalar,” Hunter stood up, I have to look up, because of our significant height difference, “This company isn’t a fast food chain, that you can come and go, do you think this is a joke?” “No, and I’m not even kidding, Mr. President, I want my resignation to be effective immediately,” I want to congratulate myself for not stuttering.

Then, at the bottom: — Margaret Holloway The name pulled at something faint in Emily’s memory. Holloway. She looked up. “Do we have that name in our records?” she asked quietly. Daniel, who had joined them remotely, typed quickly. “Yes,” he said. “Thomas Holloway. Advisory consultant. Resigned six months before exposure.” “Resigned?” Billy asked. “Yes. Cited ‘ethical misalignment.’” The room shifted slightly. — Margaret Holloway requested no meeting. No publicity. Only that the documents be reviewed privately.

—— At the same time, inside Silver Hollow’s Medical Research HQ, I handed over the final document that tethered me to that man. Logan blinked as he looked up from his desk. “Dr. Rae? What’s this?” “My resignation,” I said simply, placing the form in front of him. He frowned. “Are you absolutely sure?” “Yes.” “...Okay. But about the Frost Howl Pack alliance–I still need you to follow up.” His eyes flickered with something complicated, but in the end, he chose to put the pack’s interests above all else.

If things go well, I should be able to get to the final stage of the process in a couple of days, and maybe get summoned by the Medical director for the last phase of the process and official documentation, and signing. Quickly, I smooth my clothes, clean my mouth as much as I can manage, tie my hair back, and head out to the HOD’s office at the administrative wing. My body isn’t fully recovered, as I still feel a bit tired, but my voice is steady when I tell him, “I’d like to start the process of my resignation.” The departmental head, Lucas Milton, looks up, startled. “Doctor White, are you certain about this? You’ve been nothing but an amazing staff, and your evaluations have been excelle

he addressed, leaving to find the registered document. Twiddling my thumbs, I silently hoped this would get sorted quickly so that I could get out of this scary place and forget this episode as some bad dream!!! As I looked in the officer’s direction, I saw him engaged in an intense discussion with another officer, who looked much senior to him. (Approaching me) the officer explained, “I had a look at this classified file. Since this complaint was filed by such a prolific entity as Mr. Holt, we will need his permission along with yours to withdraw the complaint.” with an air of caution.

One-Mile sneered. The colonel held up his hands. “Neither. I’m turning the business over to my sons. Hunter is a former Navy SEAL married to my wife’s daughter and has a baby on the way. Logan is an active-duty SEAL who is married to his high school sweetheart, has twin girls, and will be leaving the service this summer. My stepson, Joaquin Muñoz, is former NSA with prior law enforcement background—and he just got engaged over the weekend. This move may seem sudden, but I’m leaving you in very capable hands.” “No offense to your sons, sir, but I left my last gig to work for you,” Cutter said.

When I’m several steps past, one of them exhales too sharply. At the armory desk, the quartermaster slides my credentials across without a word, never asking for confirmation or meeting my eyes. The tag on my file is red. It’s been that way for years. Behind me, two technicians lean close. “That’s her,” one whispers. “Ghost-class?” “Tier Black.” “I thought she burned out.” “She didn’t.” “Do you think she—” The second technician shakes her head. “Don’t.” I adjust the straps on my pack without turning. The quartermaster slides my clearance token across the counter.

A collapse. The door opens. Vivian walks in, heels clicking fast. Her cheeks are a little flushed. She's late, and she knows it. "Sorry," she says, dropping a small envelope onto the table. "Everything's here. USB, copies, backups. The email chain looks perfect. If someone leaks this, the city will have to investigate." I open it. She wasn’t lying. The emails are dated, with timestamps, names. A chain between Sasha and someone named Eric Benson—a name we made up, but the role is real. The position existed. He resigned last year under some minor scandal. Perfect fall guy.

She had dismissed them then. Now they refused to leave. Later, the hallway outside the records archive emptied. Most of the staff had gathered in the central laboratory for the daily review meeting. Sera waited another minute. Then another. Only when she was certain no footsteps remained did she slip inside. The archive was cool and dimly lit. Towering cabinets stretched from floor to ceiling. Thousands of reports. Decades of research. Somewhere among them, she hoped, was a piece of the truth. She moved carefully, reading faded labels. Annual Medical Logs. Hunter Evaluations. Pathogen Studies. Nothing. She searched another cabinet, then another. Her pulse quickened when she noticed a smaller