Chapter 17 - The Boardroom Coup
By 2:00 AM, the Manhattan skyline glowed cold and bright under a dense layer of low-hanging fog.
The black SUV pulled into the underground parking garage of the Federal Reserve Bank on Liberty Street.
Four armed federal marshals flanked Vivian as she walked into the high-security elevator bank.
The elevator descended sixty feet below street level into the reinforced vault chambers.
The vault manager, a grey-haired man in a tuxedo, met them at the steel doors with a tablet reader.
“Captain Vance, we received the Pentagon clearance five minutes ago,” the manager stated respectfully.
Vivian stepped forward, inserting the gold master keycard into the central console while scanning her eye on the retinal reader.
The massive twenty-ton steel vault door rotated slowly on its hinges, opening into a brilliant white room.
Inside sat fifty black metal cases, each stamped with the classification seal of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
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Sitting atop the central table was a single red folder bearing her late husband’s signature.
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