Chapter 18 - The Federal Tactical Unit Surrounds The Boathouse
Before Julian could answer his grandfather's astounding declaration, the sound of heavy tactical boots echoed from the dirt driveway outside.
Red laser sights danced across the wooden walls of the boathouse as Agent Ramirez and twenty heavily armed FBI SWAT officers moved into position.
"Arthur Montgomery Senior! This is the Federal Bureau of Investigation! You are completely surrounded!" Ramirez barked over a bullhorn.
Arthur Sr. didn't flinch or look toward the door; he merely smiled a cold, knowing smile at his grandson in the dim light.
"Do you really think federal agents can hold a man who has controlled Washington from the shadows for fifty years, Julian?" the old man asked smoothly.
He reached into his heavy wool coat, pressing a small remote button before setting his wooden walking stick onto the floor.
A sudden, deafening flashbang explosion rocked the rear water entrance of the boathouse, filling the air with blinding white smoke.
A high-speed tactical boat roared up to the wooden slip, its twin engines revving loudly as two masked operatives jumped onto the dock.
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"Come with me, Julian! Take your rightful place at the head of the global network!" Arthur Sr. offered, holding out his hand amidst the smoke.
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