Admiral Mercer slammed his service portfolio onto the granite table:
KABOOOOM.
The impact pulverized a corner of the black stone into white powder, sending hairline fractures through the Swiss banking contracts:
“Under Section Fourteen-B of the Mercer Admiralty Founding Indenture of Nineteen-Forty-Four…”
Young Eleanor Mercer stepped forward, opening her leather portfolio, her voice cutting through the vault:
“…the chief certifying surveyor who established the sovereign defense conduits of the Atlantic and Piedmont command sectors… retains an un-divided, un-alienable fifty-one percent legal equity in the property in perpetuity.”
“Transferable to his surviving lineal heirs ab initio upon the statutory anniversary.”
Judge Mercer leaned forward, resting her fists on the granite table:
“Eleanor Mercer-Vance is the sole surviving direct biological daughter of Chief Master Surveyor Arthur Mercer Senior.”
“Which means under federal maritime chancery law…”
Judge Mercer pointed her cane toward me:
“…Eleanor Mercer-Vance is the registered, sovereign fee-simple owner of Conduit Ten.”
