Chapter 1: My son lay on the gym floor, struggling to breathe, while his martial arts instructor ridiculed him in front of a room packed with parents. h007

SNAP.

SNAP.

A second set of chains clamped around his ankles—the identical stainless-steel irons used for capital traitors at the United States Disciplinary Barracks at Fort Leavenworth:
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SNAP-CLINK.

Arthur Sterling-Vance shrieked into the freezing drizzle, his designer clothes tearing along the seams, his tears mixing with the slurry on the stone deck:

“DAVID! TELL THEM! WE ARE CITIZENS! YOU CANNOT PUT A FORMER CHIEF JUSTICE IN MILITARY CHAINS ON AN INDUSTRIAL EXTRACTION SITE!”

CLICK-CLACK.

United States Attorney Marcus Cooper stepped forward through the slurry, opening the four-hundred-page federal grand jury indictment:

THUD.

The heavy volume struck the hood of Arthur’s command Maybach, sending hairline fractures through the ballistic glass:
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CRIMINAL DOCKET: 2026-CR-00914-TREASON & AGGRAVATED MEZZANINE SABOTAGE

THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA & THE MERCER SOVEREIGN ESTATE

v. FORMER CHIEF JUSTICE ARTHUR STERLING-VANCE,

BLAKE HARON, IRON RIDGE COMBAT ACADEMY LLC,

AND THE DIRECTORS OF THE VALKYRIE CONSORTIUM (ZURICH).

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