Chapter 11 - The Trap At The Federal Courthouse
By 11:30 AM, Cadman Plaza in Brooklyn was surrounded by news trucks, federal agents, and curious crowds of New York citizens.
Rain continued to fall over the stone steps of the United States District Court, where dozens of armed marshals held a security perimeter.
Senator Richard Vance stood near the top of the marble stairs, surrounded by his legal team and private bodyguards, making a statement to the press.
"These false allegations made by rogue former operatives are a direct attack on our national security," Vance declared into the microphones.
"I am here today to ensure that justice is served and these criminals are taken into custody immediately."
From the edge of the plaza, a black sedan pulled up to the curb, its rear door opening to reveal Jax wearing a sharp charcoal suit.
The crowd gasped as reporters rushed toward him, flashbulbs popping rapidly against the grey winter sky.
Jax walked up the stone steps with calm, measured authority, his broad frame completely unbothered by the screaming reporters around him.
Two federal marshals stepped forward, their hands resting on their sidearms as they blocked his path to the courtroom doors.
"Jax Vance," the lead marshal said, reading from an arrest warrant. "You are being placed under federal custody."
Jax stopped two steps below Senator Vance, looking up at the politician with a look of supreme, terrifying confidence.
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"I'm not here to run from you, Senator," Jax announced, his voice carrying clearly over the news cameras and microphones.
"I'm here to introduce you to the United States Attorney for the Eastern District of New York."
