“Arthur Vance knew that under the original nineteen-forty-four charter, Conduit Ten was protected by an automated, self-sealing hydrodynamic scuttle protocol.”
“If an unauthorized engineering crew attempted to breach the casing from the surface with diamond drills, the system would register a structural pressure drop and flood forty miles of the tunnel with sixteen million gallons of seawater, permanently sealing the cryptographic vault from below.”
Cooper pointed his gold pen at the vellum deed in my lap:
“Arthur Vance needed the master cryptographic key card.”
“He needed the sovereign lineal proxy that only Arthur Mercer’s direct biological descendants could execute upon the child’s fifth birthday.”
“When Marcus Sterling reported that Claire was cornered in that alley and that you were alone in your vehicle, Arthur panicked. Believing you and Leo would be crushed in the engineered collision on Fifth Avenue, he convened an extraordinary emergency midnight session of the Supreme Court for zero-two-hundred hours. Once your deaths were registered, Arthur intended to execute the master conveyance deed tonight, transferring Conduit Ten directly to Valkyrie in Vaduz for sixty billion dollars in carried interest.”
“And tonight…?” I asked.
Vice Admiral David Mercer checked his chronometer:
“At zero-two-hundred hours this morning, Ethan…”
