Chapter 16 - The Silent Mercenary And The Billionaire's Army Of Expensive Lawyers
The cold,
damp,
chilling,
unforgiving,
harsh,
hospital basement remained incredibly,
terrifyingly,
absolutely,
completely,
totally silent,
except for the heavy,
rhythmic,
labored,
exhausted breathing of the heavily armed,
highly trained,
deeply furious,
protective SWAT officers.
Victor,
the incredibly dangerous,
highly skilled,
completely emotionless,
lethal mercenary,
was aggressively,
forcefully,
violently dragged out of the dark,
shadowy,
flickering locker room,
his thick,
heavy,
metal handcuffs clinking loudly,
sharply,
rhythmically against the hard,
cold,
sterile tile floor.
I held my brave,
resilient,
incredibly strong,
beautiful daughter tightly,
securely,
lovingly,
firmly against my tired,
exhausted,
aching chest,
feeling her frantic,
rapid,
terrified heartbeat slowly,
gradually,
eventually return to a normal,
peaceful,
calm rhythm.
The massive,
heavy,
undeniable metal lockbox containing the stolen,
illegal,
highly dangerous,
deadly narcotics was carefully,
meticulously,
professionally bagged as crucial,
irrefutable,
concrete evidence by our specialized,
highly trained,
meticulous forensic team.
Emily's incredible,
spotless,
hard-earned,
precious reputation was finally,
officially,
completely,
totally saved from absolute,
devastating,
permanent ruin,
but the massive,
overwhelming,
terrifying war was far,
incredibly far,
dangerously far from being truly,
completely over.
Later that long,
exhausting,
draining,
stressful night,
back at the busy,
chaotic,
brightly lit,
loud police precinct,
we attempted to aggressively,
firmly,
relentlessly interrogate the captured,
scarred,
dangerous man.
Sergeant Ramirez and I sat intensely,
angrily,
frustratedly across the small,
metal,
cold table in the stark,
sterile,
windowless interrogation room,
staring fiercely,
intimidatingly,
darkly at Victor.
He did not flinch slightly,
he did not sweat nervously,
he did not speak quietly,
and he did not show a single,
solitary,
tiny ounce of normal,
human,
predictable fear.
He was a complete,
total,
absolute ghost in the massive,
complex,
global federal database,
possessing absolutely no official,
legal,
verifiable identity,
no documented,
recorded fingerprints,
and no known,
discoverable criminal history.
Suddenly,
unexpectedly,
shockingly,
the heavy,
wooden door of the busy precinct swung open violently,
loudly,
aggressively,
and a massive,
intimidating,
highly organized team of six incredibly expensive,
ruthless,
slick corporate lawyers marched confidently,
arrogantly,
smugly into the busy room.
They wore impeccably tailored,
ridiculously expensive,
perfectly pressed,
dark Italian suits,
carrying thick,
heavy,
leather briefcases filled completely,
entirely,
absolutely with complex,
confusing,
overwhelming legal documents.
The lead attorney,
a tall,
slender,
arrogant,
cold-eyed man named Harrison Vance,
slapped a massive,
thick,
heavily stamped stack of formal,
official,
legal paperwork directly,
forcefully,
loudly onto Sergeant Ramirez's messy,
cluttered desk.
"My client is completely,
totally,
absolutely exercising his fundamental,
constitutional,
legal right to remain entirely,
completely silent,"
Harrison announced loudly,
smoothly,
confidently,
his loud,
arrogant voice cutting sharply,
annoyingly,
frustratingly through the noisy,
chaotic precinct.
"Furthermore,
we are officially,
formally,
aggressively filing an immediate,
urgent,
massive federal lawsuit against this entire,
incompetent,
corrupt police department,"
he continued smugly,
wickedly,
evilly,
staring directly,
condescendingly,
haughtily into my tired,
angry,
furious eyes.
"You are falsely,
illegally,
wrongfully accusing a highly respected,
completely innocent,
hardworking private security contractor of completely fabricated,
invented,
imaginary crimes based entirely,
solely on the hysterical,
unreliable,
unstable testimony of a clearly traumatized,
mentally fragile,
overly dramatic nurse."
My blood instantly,
violently,
aggressively boiled with a fierce,
burning,
uncontrollable,
massive rage,
my hands balling tightly,
painfully,
fiercely into hard,
shaking,
angry fists at my sides.
Arthur Sterling,
the incredibly wealthy,
untouchable,
malicious,
invisible billionaire,
was aggressively,
ruthlessly,
strategically deploying his massive,
unlimited,
staggering financial wealth to build an impenetrable,
solid,
massive legal fortress around his guilty,
dangerous,
lethal mercenary.
They were actively,
intentionally,
maliciously trying to twist the clear,
obvious,
undeniable truth,
attempting to transform Emily from a brave,
innocent,
resilient victim into a hysterical,
unreliable,
crazy liar in the powerful,
unforgiving,
cruel eyes of the law.
"You can file absolutely every single,
frivolous,
pathetic,
pointless lawsuit you want,"
I whispered darkly,
coldly,
lethally,
stepping incredibly,
dangerously,
intimidatingly close to the arrogant,
smug,
expensive lawyer.
"But I possess the highly illegal,
stolen,
deadly drugs he tried to plant,
I have the undeniable,
recorded,
verified GPS panic data,
and I have absolute,
total,
unwavering faith in my daughter's perfect,
flawless,
impeccable integrity."
Harrison simply laughed softly,
mockingly,
cruelly,
adjusting his perfectly knotted,
expensive,
silk tie with his pale,
manicured,
arrogant hands.
"Integrity is a highly subjective,
cheap,
worthless illusion,
Officer Carter,"
Harrison sneered maliciously,
darkly,
evilly,
turning around slowly,
dramatically,
confidently to walk out the door.
"Wealth,
however,
is absolute,
undeniable,
unconquerable reality,
and my powerful,
invisible,
furious employer possesses infinitely,
significantly,
May you like
massively more reality than you could ever possibly,
remotely imagine."
