STERLING-VANCE.`
`CHARGES: EIGHTY-FOUR COUNTS OF CAPITAL HIGH TREASON UNDER ARTICLE THREE,`
`PREMEDITATED FELONY CHILD ABUSE & INDUCED SPINAL PARALYSIS (18 U.S.C. § 1111),`
`SABOTAGE OF CLASSIFIED CONTINUITY-OF-GOVERNMENT BEDROCK,`
`AND SEDITIOUS CONSPIRACY TO USURP SOVEREIGN ADMIRALTY ESCROWS.`
`EXTRAORDINARY CAPIAS BENCH WARRANT: IMMEDIATE ARMED ATTACHMENT.`
“Richard Edward Mitchell and Evelyn Beatrice Mitchell,” Marcus Cooper stated, every syllable dropping like an eighty-pound iron anvil into thirty fathoms of sub-zero water:
“Three hours ago, under an emergency Title 50 National Security warrant executed at the Zurich clearinghouses and your private factoring accounts in Vaduz, naval forensic intelligence unsealed your private transponder logs.”
Cooper pointed his gold Montblanc pen straight at Richard’s sweating forehead:
“The Au Sable hunting lodge ravine incident fifteen years ago was not an accident.”
“We recovered the original orthopedic trauma records from the county clinic, sealed under Arthur Vance’s personal judicial protective seal!”
“You intentionally threw a three-year-old child onto granite boulders to manufacture a lifelong medical disability!”
“You used that fabricated disability to justify forty million dollars in fraudulent corporate factoring deductions through Mitchell Defense!”
“And under Section Fourteen-B of the **1944 Mercer Sovereign Lineal Charter**:”
Cooper bared his teeth in a razor-thin, cold line of white bone:
“…this entire five-million-dollar estate, your shares in Mitchell Propulsion Dynamics, your vehicle fleets, your luxury properties in Palm Beach, and sixty
