`THE SUPREME COURT OF THE UNITED STATES`
`SPECIAL ADMIRALTY CHANCERY // DOCKET: 2026-CR-00914-TREASON`
`THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA & THE MERCER SOVEREIGN ESTATE`
`v.
CHIEF JUSTICE ARTHUR M.
STERLING-VANCE,`
`EVELYN BEATRICE HARROW-VANCE, JULIAN MONROE STERLING-VANCE, ET AL.`
`CHARGES: CAPITAL HIGH TREASON UNDER ARTICLE THREE, SECTION THREE,`
`PREMEDITATED SABOTAGE OF CLASSIFIED STRATEGIC NUCLEAR DEFENSE ASSETS,`
`PREMEDITATED EXTORTION OF A COMMISSIONED SOVEREIGN CUSTODIAN (18 U.S.C. § 1114),`
`AND THE SEDITIOUS USURPATION OF SOVEREIGN ADMIRALTY ESCROWS.`
`EXTRAORDINARY CAPIAS BENCH WARRANT: IMMEDIATE ARMED ATTACHMENT.`
I stepped down the aluminum air-stair.
My hand-welted leather field boots made a clean, concussive *tack… tack… tack* against the wet marble.
Barnaby walked beside my knee, his dark coat glistening with sleet, his amber eyes locked onto the massive bronze central portals.
Beside me walked Staff Sergeant Ben Reed and Scout, their posture locked into textbook, unblinking tactical symmetry.
Behind us walked Major General Michael Grant and United States Attorney Marcus Cooper.