Chapter 9 - Stepping outside into the relentless downpour while federal marshals surround the luxury estate to secure every single perimeter exit under the waving American flag.
Arthur walked out onto the grand front porch, stepping past the subtly waving US flag that hung wet and heavy in the night air.
Three unmarked federal black SUVs idled near the circular fountain, their emergency strobes reflecting off the wet marble steps.
Agent Miller of the FBI stepped out from the leading vehicle, pulling his trench coat tighter against the chilly autumn wind.
"Evening, Arthur; your timing on those surveillance files couldn't have been more precise," Agent Miller greeted quietly.
"The warrants are signed, Miller. I want every single co-conspirator rounded up before they reach international airspace," Arthur instructed.
"Already handled. Local authorities have locked down the private airfield, and maritime patrols are watching the harbor," Miller assured him.
Arthur nodded once, turning his gaze back toward the glowing double doors of the grand mansion behind him.
The betrayal ran deeper than just Julian and Victoria; they were merely pawns in a much larger corporate syndicate war.
"Bring Victoria and Julian down to the library; we're holding court tonight," Arthur commanded, walking back inside.
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Agent Miller signaled his tactical team, and half a dozen federal agents moved smoothly through the open front doors.
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