Walking through the pulverized concrete…
Wearing his full service dress blue uniform, his four silver stars catching the remaining halogen downlights…
Came Vice Admiral David Mercer, Chief of Naval Operations.
Beside him walked United States Attorney Marcus Cooper, holding an unsealed, four-hundred-page federal grand jury indictment stamped with the red wax seal of the UNITED STATES DISTRICT COURT.
And walking between them…
Wearing her grandfather’s twenty-ounce Scottish tweed hacking jacket, her hand-welted leather boots crushing the shattered glass into the floorboards with a clean, concussive tack… tack… tack…
Was Clara Bennett.
Me.
And walking on my left flank, his green uniform unbuttoned at the throat, his jump boots striking the deck in synchronized cadence…
Was Colonel Aaron Carter.
Chief Justice Arthur Sterling-Vance did not dive for cover.
A man who had spent four decades operating at the absolute pinnacle of judicial authority does not lose his composure when a door splinters; he recalculates the leverage, identifies the constitutional immunities, and prepares to deploy his statutory protections.
