Chapter 21 - THE MORNING AFTERMATH
Dawn broke over the Chicago skyline, casting golden light across the manicured lawns and shattered windows of the Vance estate.
Federal Agent Miller returned with a heavily reinforced convoy of FBI agents and bomb disposal units.
The unconscious mercenaries were hauled out of the subterranean bunker in heavy zip-ties, cameras flashing from local news vans outside.
Marcus sat on the front portico in his wheelchair, wearing his ornate burgundy suit jacket with gold embroidery over a black shirt.
Clara stood beside him, dressed in a newly tailored navy blue blazer and black trousers, her reddish-brown hair neatly brushed.
"Your estate looks like a war zone, Mr. Vance," Agent Miller remarked, stepping up the grand stone steps with a stack of case files.
"My wife's associates wanted to leave a parting gift. I returned it with interest," Marcus replied casually.
"We interrogated the lead mercenary. He gave up Arthur Sterling's direct communications relay in Manhattan," Miller reported, handing over a flash drive.
"Arthur Sterling thought he could play God with my corporate shares," Marcus growled, pocketing the drive. "It's time to cash in his chips."
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"The DOJ is issuing an international arrest warrant for Sterling by noon today," Miller added.
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