“You ran the title search on Parcel Ten, Arthur,” Chancellor Natalie Eleanor Mercer whispered softly.
My voice had no trembling wife's hesitation left in it. It carried forty decibels of compressed, sub-zero naval diamond that made the falling rain through the searchlights freeze in mid-air:
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“You checked the chancery rolls in Zurich.”
“You checked the corporate debt covenants.”
I lifted the four-inch titanium keyway before their bulging eyes:
“But you forgot to check who commands the fleet.”
From the pitch-black sky directly above the fjord…
KABOOOOM.
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The towering canopy of old-growth coastal cedars surrounding Valve Station Ten did not merely bend in the gale; their century-old branches were sheared clean off their trunks by an apocalyptic, concussive shockwave of supersonic twin-turboshaft downwash, pulverized gravel, and high-pressure tactical propellant!
