EXTRAORDINARY CAPIAS BENCH WARRANT: IMMEDIATE ARMED ATTACHMENT.
Marcus Cooper leveled his gold Montblanc fountain pen straight at Arthur Sterling-Vance’s sweating forehead:
“Arthur Sterling-Vance,” Cooper announced, every word ringing across the river basin like forged iron:
“At zero-six-hundred hours this morning, under an emergency Title Fifty National Security warrant executed at the Federal Reserve Bank of New York and your private factoring office in Vaduz, allied naval forensic accounting seized your corporate servers.”
Cooper turned the heavy vellum page of the brief, displaying a timestamped satellite intercept log:
“You spent forty years abusing the judicial prestige of this nation to orchestrate the private acquisition of Conduit Ten.”
“You deployed your daughter, Melissa, to Tokyo to launder seventy billion dollars in mezzanine debentures while calculating that an exhausted surgeon in seat fourteen-A would surrender his rights without a fight!”
“You attempted to sever the physical manifold of Valve Station Ten before midnight tonight to clear your family’s thirty-five-million-dollar factoring debt!”
