“They built Conduit Ten.”
“An underground, electromagnetic-shielded, pressurized hydraulic pneumatic command artery running through the bedrock directly into a sealed analog vault beneath the Supreme Court building.”
“Inside that vault were placed forty-eight titanium transit cylinders containing the physical, analog mechanical targeting release matrices and cryptographic launch ciphers for our nation’s strategic nuclear deterrent.”
“And Chief Justice Arthur Sterling-Vance?” I asked, my voice flat, cold, holding forty decibels of compressed polar diamond.
“Chief Justice Arthur Sterling-Vance,” Marcus Cooper answered, every syllable dropping like an iron depth-charge into fifty fathoms of dark water:
“The elder patriarch of the Vance-Sterling dynasty. Marcus Sterling’s biological grandfather. Your late mother’s estranged older brother. The man who has controlled the federal judiciary for forty years. The ultimate architect of Valkyrie.”
Marcus turned the screen toward my face:
TARGET PROFILE: JUSTICE STERLING-VANCE, ARTHUR M.
OFFICIAL TITLE: CHIEF JUSTICE OF THE UNITED STATES
FINANCIAL VEHICLE: THE VALKYRIE LIQUIDITY TRUST // VADUZ & ZURICH
COMMERCIAL PROXY: STERLING-VANCE ASSET MANAGEMENT // NEW YORK CORRIDOR
OPERATION: TOTAL SEQUESTRATION OF STRATEGIC BOMBER FLEET & SUBMARINE CIPHERS
