The Admiral tapped his heavy gold signet ring against the titanium case:
“…Chief Justice Arthur Sterling-Vance convened an extraordinary, closed-door emergency midnight session of the Supreme Court inside the West Conference Room beneath One First Street.”
“He has brought four international defense raiders, two private banking partners from Zurich, and the Solicitor General.”
“He has informed the conference that an imminent foreign cyber-strike has compromised our military command channels.”
“He is preparing to issue an extraordinary, emergency administrative mandamus—a judicial decree permanently conveying Conduit Ten and the nation’s strategic launch ciphers to his private defense consortium in Switzerland for sixty billion dollars in sovereign debt relief.”
“He believes Marcus Sterling left you and your son crushed inside a yellow chassis on Fifth Avenue.”
“He believes that Claire Reed took her secrets to the potter’s field.”
“He believes that Ethan Vance is a dead gangster who will never reach the steps of the Capitol.”
The Admiral bared his teeth in a cold, terrifying line of white bone:
“The White Hawk touches down on the East Front Plaza of the Supreme Court in six minutes.”
“The Provost Marshal of the United States Army has the perimeter.”
“Now… let’s go show the Chief Justice of the United States… who holds the title to his bench.”
