The forty parents huddled along the concrete border stared up at the four silver stars blazing on Admiral Mercer’s midnight-blue shoulders, their faces draining of color as they realized that the quiet plumber who had repaired their water lines was the sovereign trustee of the United States Armed Forces.
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“David Mercer…?” Blake wheezed, his voice climbing into a shrill, airless gasp as he looked up into the four-star Admiral’s flint-gray eyes:
“The… the Chief of Naval Operations…?! Why… why are you breaching a private kickboxing academy with special operations commandos?!”
Vice Admiral David Mercer slowly lowered his salute, his cold, flint-gray eyes shifting down to lock directly onto Blake Haron with thirty tons of sub-zero naval diamond:
He reached into his bridge coat, withdrawing an unsealed, red-labeled federal capias arrest warrant stamped with the raised gold seal of the UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT:
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“Blake Haron, Former Chief Justice Arthur Sterling-Vance, and the Directors of The Valkyrie Trust,” Admiral Mercer announced: “Three hours ago, naval forensic intelligence unsealed your commercial factoring correspondence in Vaduz, Liechtenstein—and you have just attempted the armed seditious dispossession of an active sovereign defense redoubt of the United States of America!”
