Chapter 21 - THE FEDERAL CAVALRY
The heavy oak doors of Suite 402 were blown completely off their hinges by a synchronized tactical breach charge.
Director Henderson of the FBI marched into the office, flanked by a dozen heavily armed federal marshals.
"Drop your weapons! Nobody move!" Director Henderson roared, pointing his service pistol directly at the private security guards.
The guards instantly dropped their submachine guns to the floor, raising their hands in immediate surrender.
Senator Vance slammed his hands onto the mahogany desk, glaring furiously at the incoming federal director.
"Director Henderson! Arrest these men immediately! They broke into a federal senator's office!" Vance screamed angrily.
Henderson didn't look at the senator; instead, he stepped forward, pulling a pair of steel handcuffs from his tactical belt.
"Senator Thomas Vance, you are under arrest for high treason, conspiracy, and financial fraud," Henderson announced loudly.
The color drained entirely from the senator's face as the cuffs clicked securely around his wrists.
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Marcus let out a long, slow breath of relief, leaning against the oak bookshelf as the weight of years lifted from his shoulders.
Ethan stood tall, looking past the federal agents toward the American flag waving proudly in the corner of the room.
