“This is an active federal crime scene under the jurisdiction of the United States Army Medical Research and Development Command.”
“And Clara Whitaker… has been subjected to seventy-two hours of weaponized chemical sequestration inside her own marriage.”
CHAPTER 2: THE AMBULANCE STACK
`11:14:22 CST.`
The siren of the transport unit from Offutt Air Force Base did not wail with the standard rising-and-falling yelp of a municipal paramedic rig.
It approached Courtroom 4B under an un-broken, seventy-decibel tactical warble—the high-output acoustic signature of an armored **Lenco BearCat MEDEVAC transport**, cleared through Omaha traffic by an emergency Department of Defense flash clearance:
*ROOOOOOOOOAR.*
The heavy double oak doors of Courtroom 4B were not pushed open by polite orderlies.
They were swung back on their brass hinges with concussive, military authority by two armed military police investigators in sterile dark-charcoal Nomex combat uniforms, Level IV boron-carbide plate carriers, and Ops-Core ballistic helmets. Across their chests hung suppressed SIG Sauer MCX carbines, their weapon-mounted PEQ-15 infrared lasers cutting through the courtroom gloom in two razor-sharp spears of invisible light.
