EVELYN BEATRICE HARROW-VANCE, DR.
ARIS VANCE,`
`JULIAN MONROE STERLING-VANCE, AND CHIEF JUSTICE ARTHUR M.
STERLING-VANCE.`
`CHARGES: EIGHTY-FOUR COUNTS OF CAPITAL HIGH TREASON UNDER ARTICLE THREE,`
`PREMEDITATED SABOTAGE OF CLASSIFIED CONTINUITY-OF-GOVERNMENT BEDROCK,`
`SURREPTITIOUS SURVEILLANCE OF A COMMISSIONED LINEAL CUSTODIAN (18 U.S.C. § 1114),`
`AND SEDITIOUS CONSPIRACY TO USURP SOVEREIGN ADMIRALTY ESCROWS.`
`EXTRAORDINARY CAPIAS BENCH WARRANT: IMMEDIATE ARMED ATTACHMENT.`
Ms.
Harrow stared down at the docket header, her jaw working in dry, spastic, uncoordinated clicks:
*k-k-k.*
“What… what is this?!”
Ms.
Harrow gasped, her voice trembling: “My name is Evelyn Harrow!
I am a third-grade teacher!
I have taught in Oceanside for twelve years!”
“Your legal name is **Evelyn Beatrice Harrow-Vance**, Ms.
Harrow,” Marcus Cooper answered, every syllable dropping like an eighty-pound iron anvil into thirty fathoms of sub-zero water:
“The biological first cousin of **Julian Monroe Sterling-Vance**.”
“And the grand-niece of former **Chief Justice Arthur Sterling-Vance**!”
The entire classroom went deathly, terrifyingly still.
