And now, lying at my feet in row fifteen of a commercial airliner flying at five hundred knots toward Chicago, was the master factoring brief detailing the private, illegal liquidation of my family’s sovereign defense homestead!
Melissa Vance had not been in Tokyo for a family holiday.
She had just returned from an emergency factoring summit with the directors of The Valkyrie Trust of Zurich! She had spent six days in Japan finalizing the offshore secondary lien covenants that would permit her eighty-year-old father, Former Chief Justice Arthur Sterling-Vance, to execute a fraudulent quiet-title foreclosure against my grandfather’s bedrock the moment our flight touched down in Chicago!
And the deadline on the document was midnight tonight: October twenty-sixth.
I looked at the seat.
I looked at the mechanical recline cylinder beneath seat 14A.
My surgical mind clicked into gear.
First, I reached into the breast pocket of my scrub top and pulled out my titanium medical pocket-clamp—a heavy, precision surgical hemostat with fifty-six micro-ratcheted locking grooves used for clamping major vascular conduits.
