Marcus Cooper leveled his gold Montblanc fountain pen straight at Blake Haron’s sweating forehead:
“Blake Haron,” Cooper announced, every word ringing across the gym like forged iron:
“At zero-six-hundred hours this morning, while you were reviewing your sponsorship contracts, allied naval forensic accounting seized your corporate accounts in Zurich, Switzerland.”
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Cooper turned the heavy vellum page of the brief, displaying a timestamped satellite intercept log:
“For eighteen months, your commercial training academy has been fully subsidized by The Valkyrie Trust of Zurich!”
“You did not pick thirteen-year-old Evan Mercer to spar today to demonstrate kickboxing technique, Mr. Haron!”
Cooper slammed his palm onto the brief:
“You targeted Evan Mercer because your corporate factoring patrons, Arthur Sterling-Vance and Julian Vance, informed you that the statutory eighty-year spendthrift restriction on Conduit Ten reaches its mandatory maturity deadline at midnight on October twenty-sixth—tonight!”
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“Under Section Fourteen-B of the 1944 Mercer Sovereign Lineal Charter: eighty years ago, Chief Master Surveyor Arthur Mercer Senior decreed that if an adverse commercial partner or predatory agent physically assaults, injures, or attempts to extinguish the living lineal bloodline of the master surveyor on an active sovereign defense homestead…”
