Chapter 6 - Shock and Awe at Dawn
At precisely 08:00 AM, the smell of freshly brewed espresso and buttery pastries filled the upstairs floor.
I walked up the basement stairs, fully dressed in my crisp OCPs. My hair was tied back in a regulation bun, my combat boots laced tight, my uniform immaculate.
Chloe was sitting at the marble kitchen island in designer yoga pants, holding a mimosa. Vance was standing by the window, adjusting the collar of his linen shirt, looking out over the driveway with a satisfied smirk. Evelyn had set out three copies of the transfer deed on the polished dining table, next to an official notary stamp and a gold pen.
My father Richard stood at the head of the table, wearing a navy blazer and grey slacks, looking like a lord preparing to accept the surrender of a peasant.
"What's with the uniform, Avery?" Chloe sneered, taking a sip of her champagne. "Trying to play the wounded soldier card one last time?"
"It’s duty uniform, Chloe," I said calmly, walking into the dining room. "I’m on official duty today."
Richard checked his Rolex with a sharp snap of his wrist. "The mobile notary just texted. She’s pulling up the driveway now. Sit down, Avery. Let's get this business concluded."
"I took your advice, Dad," I said, walking to the table and looking down at the quitclaim deed. "I thought about what you said. About connections. About duty. About family."
Richard smiled, puffed up with pride. "Good. You’re smarter than I thought. Sign the three flagged sections, and Vance will wire the five thousand dollar good-faith retainer to your account by noon."
"Five thousand?" I looked up at Vance. "Last night it was forty-five grand and five percent."
Vance gave a smug, condescending laugh. "Expenses, Avery. The legal fees for drafting this are through the roof. Five grand is more than generous."
Outside, the crunch of gravel heralded the arrival of vehicles. But it wasn't just one car. It was the synchronized rumble of multiple heavy engines coming up the private lane.
Richard frowned, glancing toward the front window. "Who the hell is that? Vance, did the title agents bring an entourage?"
Vance walked to the bay window, parted the blinds, and froze. The color drained from his face so fast he looked like a corpse.
"What is that?" Vance whispered.
Two marked Cumberland County Sheriff cruisers, their strobe lights flashing silently, pulled into the driveway, blocking Vance’s luxury SUV. Behind them were two unmarked black Suburbans with government plates, followed by a dark green military police vehicle.
"What did you do?" Evelyn shrieked, whirling around on me. "Avery! What is this?!"
"I’m signing the paperwork, Mother," I replied, standing with my hands clasped behind my back in standard parade rest. "Just like you asked."
The front door didn't knock. It swung open with a resounding bang that shook the antique frame.
Sheriff's deputies in tactical vests entered first, clearing the foyer with practiced efficiency, followed by two special agents from the Army Criminal Investigation Division, dressed in dark suits with federal badges clipped to their belts. Behind them walked Captain Morales and Dalton, carrying two massive, metal-cornered litigation boxes.
"Richard Mercer? Vance Miller? Evelyn Mercer?" the lead CID agent, a stone-faced woman with a badge identifying her as Special Agent Harris, called out, her voice cutting through the house like a cold blade.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Richard roared, stepping forward, his face mottled purple with rage. "Do you know who I am?! I am a retired Lieutenant Colonel in the United States Army! This is private property! Get the hell out of my house!"
"Actually, Richard, it's *my* house," I said quietly from behind him.
Special Agent Harris ignored Richard entirely, pulling a set of federal warrants from her breast pocket.
"Richard Mercer, Vance Miller, you are under arrest pursuant to a federal warrant issued by the U.S. District Court for the Eastern District of North Carolina for conspiracy to commit wire fraud, bank fraud, and aggravated identity theft under Title 18 of the United States Code."
"Are you insane?!" Vance screamed, backing away from the counter, knocking his beer glass to the floor where it shattered across the hardwood. "I didn't do anything! This is a civil dispute! It's a family estate matter!"
Two deputies stepped forward, grabbed Vance by the arms, spun him around, and slammed him chest-first against the kitchen island.
"Hands behind your back! Don't move!"
"Chloe! Chloe, call your father's lawyer!" Vance shrieked, his face mashed into the marble. "Get them off me!"
Chloe was frozen against the wall, her eyes wide with unadulterated terror, clutching her silk robe around herself as she began to sob hysterically. "Dad! Dad, do something! Make them stop!"
Richard stood trembling with fury, his fists clenched at his sides. "I’m calling General Hastings right now! Every one of you will be stripped of your rank! You hear me?! You’re done in this state!"
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"Go ahead, Colonel," Captain Morales said, stepping into the center of the room with an icy smile. "Call him. General Hastings was briefed by the Staff Judge Advocate at Fort Liberty three hours ago. In fact, he personally endorsed the Article 32 referral for your extortion charges. He asked me to pass along a message, Richard: he told you thirty years ago that you were an embarrassment to the uniform, and you haven't changed a bit."
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