“In nineteen-eighty-four, my brother Admiral Arthur Mercer and Arthur Bennett recognized that the Sterling-Vance family was attempting to build an offshore extortion pipeline.”
“They didn’t just investigate it.”
“They built the corporate vehicle.”
“They established The Valkyrie Holding Corp under Title Fifty National Security Secrecy.”
“Under Clause Fourteen of the Master Articles of Incorporation…”
Judge Mercer slammed her cane onto the granite table:
KABOOOOM.
“…ANY CAPITAL LAUNDERED THROUGH VALKYRIE BY ANY COLLATERAL MARITAL PROXY OR SEDITIOUS FIDUCIARY… REVERTS IN ABSOLUTE FEE SIMPLE UNTO THE SOLE SURVIVING DIRECT LINEAL HEIR OF ARTHUR BENNETT.”
“Unto Clara Eleanor Bennett.”
“And her seven-year-old daughter, Lily.”
“You didn’t steal four hundred million dollars from the United States Treasury tonight, Arthur.”
“You spent forty years pouring sixty billion dollars of your family’s personal criminal reserves… straight into Clara’s sovereign family trust.”
“You spent your entire career building an extraction pipeline…”
Judge Mercer bared her teeth in a cold, terrifying line of white bone:
