“It doesn’t matter what an antique codicil says, Eleanor!” Arthur roared, his voice shaking the acoustic baffles of the vault:
“I am the Chief Justice of the United States!”
“Under Article Three of the United States Constitution, the judicial power of the United States is vested exclusively in this Court!”
“No street thug, no naval admiral, and no five-year-old gutter bastard have the statutory authority to question an executive order countersigned by this bench!”
Arthur Vance lunged across the granite table, his manicured hands hooked into claws aimed directly at Leo’s collar:
“I will have the United States Marshals Service purged!”
“I will have the Department of Defense sealed under Title Fifty Executive Secrecy!”
“And as for that little runaway with his toy truck, Ethan…?”
Arthur bared his teeth in an ugly, dying sneer:
“…I will have the federal court unseal a warrant that declares him a non-person before the morning recess!”
