Chapter 7: The Flight at Teterboro**
While Victoria was being processed in county holding, a tactical convoy of black unmarked vehicles sped down the rain-slicked highway toward Teterboro Private Airport in New Jersey.
Dr. Arthur Sterling sat in the plush leather seat of a Gulfstream G550 on Private Hangar Pad 4, nervously sipping whiskey while checking his watch. The engines were already whining into their pre-flight startup cycle.
“Tower, this is N-445 Juliet, requesting immediate taxi clearance to Runway Two-Two,” the pilot announced over the radio.
“Hold position, Juliet. Runway is blocked,” the control tower replied flatly.
Before the pilot could respond, four SWAT tactical armored vehicles smashed through the security gates, surrounding the aircraft in a blinding halo of high-intensity searchlights. Sirens wailed, and heavy sniper rifles were trained directly onto the cockpit windows.
“Dr. Arthur Sterling!” the bullhorn boomed through the engine roar. “Kill the engines and exit the aircraft with your hands visible! You are under arrest for attempted capital murder and conspiracy!”
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Sterling dropped his glass, the amber liquid staining the white carpet. He saw the laser sights dancing across his chest. Knowing his empire of medical prestige and fraudulent fortunes had collapsed into dust, he slowly raised his trembling hands above his head.
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