Chapter 3 - Federal Agents Surround The Historic New England Church
Before William could recover his composure or take a single step backward toward the altar, the heavy oak doors at the back of the historic church swung open with a resounding, thunderous crash. The sudden noise echoed off the high vaulted wooden ceilings like a gunshot, shattering the illusion of sacred peace. A squad of heavily armed federal marshals and Department of Justice tactical agents marched down the central aisle with precise, military-grade discipline. Their heavy combat boots struck the polished stone floor in unison, creating an intimidating rhythm that commanded absolute terror.
The wedding guests—consisting of Manhattan elites, high-powered corporate executives, and wealthy socialites—gasped in sheer shock. Panic rippled instantly through the pews as people scrambled over one another, scattering away from the center aisle to avoid the advancing federal line. William looked wildly toward the back exit, his mind racing through escape routes, only to realize that steel-eyed tactical officers had already secured every single door and window of the sanctuary.
The trap was airtight, meticulously planned, and executed with flawless precision. There was no running left to do, no offshore account that could bail him out, and no corporate lawyer powerful enough to stop the inevitable descent.
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