Chapter 12 - THE FEDERAL MARSHALS ARRIVE
Heavy tactical boots echoed outside the grand mansion doors as federal marshals arrived in response to the priority alert.
The massive wooden doors swung open, revealing Agent Miller of the FBI leading a heavily armed federal unit.
"Mr. Vance! We received your emergency encryption ping regarding corporate espionage and attempted murder," Miller announced crisply.
Marcus wheeled himself forward to meet the federal agent, his demeanor returning to that of a ruthless syndicate boss.
"Agent Miller. My wife, Elena Vance, has been running an attempted assassination and financial embezzlement scheme," Marcus stated.
He pointed toward the heavy oak door leading to the basement panic room where Elena was currently locked away.
"You'll find her down in the panic room, along with enough synthetic neurotoxin to wipe out a small platoon," Marcus added.
Agent Miller signaled his tactical team, who moved swiftly down the basement stairs with practiced precision.
"We'll secure the premises and process the evidence immediately, Mr. Vance. You'll have federal protection detail," Miller assured him.
Marcus nodded slowly, watching as the federal agents took over command of his opulent, tainted estate.
May you like
The first phase of his survival was complete, but the war for his empire was only just beginning.
***
