Chapter 11 - The Federal Intervention
The harsh yellow tactical lights mounted on the federal agents' rifles swept across the blood-and-dust-stained walls of Room 402. The leading agent, a tall woman with sharp graying hair and an FBI windbreaker stretched tightly across her broad shoulders, kept her weapon locked squarely on Mr. Sterling.
"Director Sterling, Corporate Compliance, Vanguard Bio," the agent stated coldly, reading from a digital warrant displayed on her wrist terminal. "You are under arrest for corporate conspiracy, unauthorized human experimentation, and obstruction of federal health regulations."
Sterling slowly lowered his hands, his expression hardening into a mask of calculated indifference, though a slight twitch near his left eye betrayed his sudden panic. "There has clearly been a misunderstanding, Agent Vance—no relation to the doctor, I assure you. This is an internal security matter involving stolen intellectual property."
"Stolen property that your board tried to incinerate along with three pediatric patient files in Ohio last month," the federal agent snapped, nodding to two subordinate agents who promptly stepped forward and slapped industrial zip-ties around Sterling's wrists, forcing him to his knees. "Your corporate firewall is a sieve, Sterling. Dr. Vance sent us the encrypted server logs forty-eight hours ago."
Helen let out a long, ragged breath as the guard holding her arms released his grip and stepped back, yielding to the federal authority. She lowered her arms, rubbing her bruised wrists as she watched Sterling being hauled out of the room in handcuffs.
As Sterling passed Leo and the hospital bed, he turned his head slightly, fixing the young boy with a dark, parting stare. "You think the federal government is going to protect you, boy? Vanguard Bio owns half the patents in this country. When the injunction lifts, your sister won't be safe in any hospital on Earth."
Leo glared back, refusing to flinch, standing protectively beside Maya.
Once Sterling was escorted out into the hallway, the lead federal agent turned her attention to Helen and the young boy. She holstered her weapon and walked over to the hospital bed, looking down at Maya, who was breathing peacefully, her natural color slowly returning to her cheeks.
"Doctor, is she stable?" the agent asked, her tone softening slightly.
"The Vector-9 infusion stabilized her white blood cell count," Helen replied professionally, checking the IV drip and the heart monitor readout. "The infection is in full remission. But Sterling was right about one thing... the compound is unstable. We don't yet know what long-term genetic mutations it might trigger over the next few weeks."
"Then we'll cross that bridge when we get there," the agent said, turning toward the door. "My team will secure the floor and ensure no Vanguard operatives interfere with her recovery. But you both need to pack your things. You're being relocated to a safehouse outside the jurisdiction of the corporate board."
Leo looked down at his sister, who stirred slightly, her long brown hair shifting against the pillow as a tiny, peaceful smile touched her lips for the first time in months.
"We're safe?" Leo asked softly, looking up at the doctor and the federal agent with big, expressive eyes.
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"For now, Leo," Helen replied gently, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "For now."
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