Marcus: You can't strip my security clearance without a formal hearing before the congressional armed services committee[cite: 1]!
General Miller: Under federal emergency powers, I can strip your clearance and have you detained on suspicion of espionage, Marcus[cite: 1].
Marcus: Espionage?! I am a patriotic American businessman! I donate millions to political campaigns[cite: 1]!
Caleb: You sold the navigation schematics for this drone to a foreign front company in Dubai three weeks ago, Marcus[cite: 1].
Marcus gasped, his knees shaking so hard he had to catch himself against the side of his corporate luxury sedan[cite: 1].
Marcus: How... how could you possibly know about the Dubai licensing talks[cite: 1]?
Caleb: Who do you think was taking photographs of your private meeting on that yacht in the Persian Gulf last Tuesday[cite: 1]?
Caleb tapped the camera hanging against his denim shirt, a cold, knowing smile touching his lips[cite: 1].
Caleb: You thought I was just a freelance photographer wandering around the marina, didn't you[cite: 1]?
Marcus: That was you... on the service dock with the telephoto lens[cite: 1]?!
Caleb: Every single blueprint you handed to foreign agents was captured on high-resolution 35mm film[cite: 1].
Sarah: The negative rolls are locked inside the safe deposit vault at the federal courthouse, Mr. Sterling[cite: 1].
General Miller: Good God... Marcus, you committed treason for a foreign consulting fee[cite: 1]?
Marcus: It wasn't treason! It was a preliminary commercial feasibility study! No classified components were transferred[cite: 1]!
Caleb: The core algorithm inside that sensor is classified Level Five Top Secret, Marcus[cite: 1].
Sarah: My brother died protecting that guidance code in the mountains, you miserable parasite[cite: 1]!
Sarah took a menacing step toward Marcus, her fists clenching so hard her knuckles turned stark white[cite: 1].
Marcus: Stay back from me, Captain! I will file a formal complaint with the Department of the Army[cite: 1]!
Sarah: You won't be filing anything from the federal penitentiary in Leavenworth, Marcus[cite: 1].
Two black unmarked tactical SUVs screeched onto the tarmac, their sirens wailing as they blocked Marcus's sedan from behind[cite: 1].
Six federal agents in windbreakers bearing the letters FBI jumped out, carrying assault rifles and tactical folders[cite: 1].
Special Agent Marcus Vance—Caleb's second cousin and lead federal investigator—stepped forward, flashing his gold badge[cite: 1].
Agent Vance: Federal Bureau of Investigation! Marcus Sterling, keep your hands where we can see them[cite: 1]!
Marcus: Agent Vance! Thank God you're here! Tell these military officers that my business deals are legal[cite: 1]!
Agent Vance: Marcus Sterling, I have an arrest warrant signed by Chief Judge Harrison thirty minutes ago[cite: 1].
Marcus: An arrest warrant?! For what federal crimes[cite: 1]?!
Agent Vance: Twenty-six counts of grand wire fraud, corporate identity theft, treasonous export of military hardware, and falsification of vital records[cite: 1].
Marcus collapsed against the hood of his car, his designer sunglasses falling and shattering against the hard asphalt[cite: 1].
Marcus: My father... What about my father's defense contracts[cite: 1]?
Agent Vance: Your father was arrested at his Dallas country club ten minutes ago, Marcus[cite: 1].
Caleb: The entire Sterling Defense conglomerate was placed into federal receivership at eleven o'clock this morning[cite: 1].
Marcus: Receivership... Everything we built... gone[cite: 1]?!
Caleb: You didn't build anything, Marcus. You stole a hero's name and tried to sell it to the highest bidder[cite: 1].
Agent Vance pulled a pair of heavy steel handcuffs from his tactical belt, stepping behind the disgraced corporate billionaire[cite: 1].
Agent Vance: Put your hands behind your back, Marcus. Do not resist federal arrest[cite: 1].