The Iron Wall

A heavy, armored black Escalade roared around the concrete pillar, slamming into the side of Vance’s town car with concussive force, crumpling the passenger door into the frame. Four armed security operatives in black tactical gear poured out of the vehicle, laser sights illuminating the chests of Vance's two hired thugs within two seconds. "Federal contractors! Drop your weapons and hit the ground! Now!" The two thugs froze, their hands…