“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.”
CHAPTER 2: THE MIDNIGHT STACK ON ONE FIRST STREET
02:18:44 EST.
The White Hawk did not flare its rotors over Joint Base Andrews or request civilian approach clearance from the Federal Aviation Administration.
Cleared directly into Prohibited Airspace P-56 under presidential tactical precedence, it descended vertically through the freezing sleet directly onto the wide, granite plaza of the East Front of the United States Supreme Court.
The sixty-foot composite rotor blades flared in an ear-splitting, one-hundred-and-twenty-decibel roar that flattened the shrubbery along the marble balustrades and blew the frozen slush off the bronze Corinthian lampposts:
SCREEECH-ROAR.
The heavy cabin door slid back on its tracks:
CLANG.
Standing on the rain-slicked marble plaza, surrounded by twenty operators from the United States Marshals Service Special Operations Group (SOG) and the United States Supreme Court Police Tactical Response Team, was Chief Judge Eleanor Mercer.
