Chapter 7 - The Convoy Arrives
Before Richard could order the guards to throw them out, a low, thrumming rumble echoed outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the ballroom.
The lights inside the hall flickered slightly as a massive convoy pulled into the country club’s private driveway.
Eight heavy black armored SUVs with blacked-out windows, flanked by state police motorcycle escorts, swept into the turning circle. At the center of the convoy was a massive, custom-built armored limousine bearing foreign diplomatic flags—a golden double-headed eagle against a field of royal blue.
The country club’s private security guards stood frozen as dozens of armed federal agents and foreign royal guards in high-collared dress uniforms stepped out of the SUVs, establishing a perimeter around the entrance.
Inside the ballroom, guests rushed to the windows.
"What is that?" someone whispered. "Is that the Governor?"
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"No," a local politician muttered, staring at the flag. "That's a foreign head of state..."
Richard Whitmore’s glass of bourbon slipped slightly in his hand.
