Chapter 14 - The Warehouse Interrogation
The massive, heavily rusted metal doors of the abandoned shipping warehouse violently slammed shut, completely echoing through the damp, terrifyingly dark space.
Richard, my highly trusted former lead attorney, was forcefully strapped to a heavy steel chair in the absolute center of the concrete floor.
His expensive, custom-tailored designer suit was completely ruined, heavily stained with dark sweat and warehouse grime.
Marcus and two heavily armed, incredibly intimidating tactical guards stood silently in the dark shadows, completely blocking any chance of escape.
I walked slowly and aggressively out of the darkness, my high heels clicking loudly against the cold, hard concrete.
Richard looked up at me with wide, completely panicked eyes, frantically struggling against the thick, heavy zip ties aggressively binding his wrists.
He desperately tried to deploy his usual arrogant, highly polished legal charm, loudly demanding to be released immediately.
I completely ignored his pathetic, desperate legal threats and forcefully slapped a thick, heavily printed folder directly onto his lap.
It was the complete, entirely undeniable digital record of every single illegal transaction and encrypted message he had ever sent to the violent syndicate.
Richard’s arrogant face turned entirely pale, completely realizing that his highly sophisticated, perfectly hidden double life was completely over.
I leaned aggressively close to his sweating face, my voice dripping with an absolute, terrifyingly cold fury that completely froze the blood in his veins.
I quietly informed him that he had exactly one single minute to tell me the exact name and location of the syndicate boss, or he would simply disappear tonight.
Richard stammered uncontrollably, heavily weeping as he desperately confessed that the violent organization was incredibly ruthless and would completely kill his family.
I fiercely grabbed him by the expensive collar of his ruined shirt, violently reminding him that he had actively helped put a hit out on my innocent grandchildren.
I aggressively signaled Marcus, who calmly pulled a heavy, terrifyingly sharp tactical knife from his thick combat vest.
Richard screamed in absolute, pathetic terror, instantly breaking completely under the massive, suffocating pressure of his own cowardice.
He frantically sobbed and completely confessed that the leader of the international syndicate was a terrifying, highly elusive phantom known only as "The Architect."
He aggressively revealed that The Architect completely operated his massive, highly illegal financial empire out of a heavily guarded private server farm hidden in Zurich, Switzerland.
I stared coldly at the broken, weeping traitor, completely disgusted by his absolute lack of loyalty and pure, selfish greed.
I strictly ordered Marcus to completely strip Richard of his massive wealth, completely freeze all his hidden accounts, and anonymously dump him at the local FBI field office with a full confession.
As Richard was aggressively dragged screaming out of the dark warehouse, Sarah stepped quietly out of the heavy shadows.
She looked entirely fearless, completely absorbing the terrifying reality of the massive, highly dangerous war we were actively waging.
We finally had the exact location of the syndicate's massive financial heart, but their digital encryption was reportedly absolutely impenetrable.
I completely realized that there was only one single person alive who actually knew the back-door access codes to those highly illegal Swiss servers.
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I fiercely turned to Sarah and quietly stated that I was going to have to do the absolute hardest thing in the world tomorrow morning.
I had to completely walk directly into a maximum-security federal penitentiary and aggressively face my monstrous son.
