“And Chief Justice Arthur Sterling-Vance?”
I asked, my voice flat, cold, holding forty decibels of compressed polar diamond.
“Chief Justice Arthur Sterling-Vance,” Marcus Cooper answered, every syllable dropping like an iron depth-charge into fifty fathoms of dark water:
“The elder patriarch of the Vance-Sterling dynasty.
Julian Vance’s biological uncle.
The man who orchestrated Julian’s divorce from you nine years ago.
The man who approved freezing your alimony and reducing you to cleaning jobs to extract Conduit Ten.
The man who has controlled the federal judiciary for forty years.
The ultimate architect of Valkyrie.”
Marcus turned the screen toward my face:
`TARGET PROFILE: JUSTICE STERLING-VANCE, ARTHUR M.`
`OFFICIAL TITLE: CHIEF JUSTICE OF THE UNITED STATES`
`FINANCIAL VEHICLE: THE VALKYRIE LIQUIDITY TRUST // VADUZ & ZURICH`
`COMMERCIAL PROXY: STERLING-VANCE GLOBAL ASSET MANAGEMENT & VANCE INFRASTRUCTURE`
`OPERATION: TOTAL SEQUESTRATION OF STRATEGIC BOMBER FLEET & SUBMARINE CIPHERS`
