Chapter 4 - The Raid on the Loft"Federal Marshals! Nobody move!"

The shout echoed off the concrete walls of the loft as three men in tactical black vests swarmed into the room, their flashlights blindingly bright in the dim morning light.
Chloe gasped, instinctively dropping behind Naomi’s heavy oak desk, while Naomi threw her hands up, her eyes blazing with defiance.
"Lower your weapons! We are journalists!" Naomi shouted, though she didn't flinch.
The lead tactical officer lowered his rifle slightly, stepping aside as a tall, impeccably dressed man in a charcoal federal suit stepped into the room. It wasn't a corrupt corporate thug. It was Director Harrison of the Department of Justice Special Investigations Unit—a man renowned for cracking high-level white-collar conspiracies across Georgia.
"Ms. Keller. And Nurse Vance, I presume," Director Harrison said, looking down at us with a calm, professional demeanor. "You're making a habit of stumbling into federal-level crime scenes, ladies."
Chloe slowly stood up from behind the desk, her heart still hammering against her ribs. "How did you find us?"
"We've been tracking Vance Bio-Tech's illegal offshore wire transfers for six months," Harrison replied, holding up a secure federal tablet. "When our cyber-crimes division intercepted an internal hospital server ping originating from Naomi's IP address ten minutes ago, we knew you had stumbled onto the evidence we've been trying to legally subpoena for weeks."
Naomi let out a breath she had been holding, walking over to her desk and carefully sliding the evidence sleeve containing the blue thermal label across the wood toward the federal agent.
"Here is your missing link, Director," Naomi said steadily. "RX-8849-B. The pharmaceutical tracking label for the paralytic agent used to poison Victoria Sterling in triage at St. Jude Memorial tonight. The digital logs were altered by Dr. Marcus Vance from an executive terminal at 2:16 A.M."
Harrison examined the label through the clear plastic, a grim smile touching the corners of his mouth. "This is the exact physical corroboration we needed to bypass hospital privilege and execute immediate arrest warrants. The digital logs can be hacked, but a physical thermal label with a matching timestamp and a chain-of-custody barcode is ironclad."
"What about Victoria Sterling?" Chloe asked anxiously. "If Dr. Vance realizes we have this, he might try to finish what he started in the ICU."
"My tactical team secured the ICU floor twenty minutes ago," Harrison reassured her. "Victoria is under 24-hour federal guard. Right now, our priority is arresting the conspirators before they can destroy the remaining server backups."
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Harrison clipped his radio, issuing a crisp command to his units stationed outside.
"Execute arrest warrants for Dr. Marcus Vance and Arthur Vance immediately. Move in."
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