Chapter 126 FBI Siege

Chapter 126 FBI Siege
Braydon's Pov 

I was in my office going through paperwork when I heard the first crash. It came from downstairs and it sounded like someone just kicked in the front door. I stood up, walked to the window, and saw exactly what I was afraid of seeing. Black SUVs everywhere and men in FBI jackets swarming the building like ants.

"Braydon Junkies," someone shouted from downstairs. "This is the FBI. We have a warrant to search these premises."

I took a deep breath and walked out of my office with my hands visible because the last thing I needed was some trigger-happy agent thinking I was reaching for a weapon. When I got to the top of the stairs I saw at least twenty agents going through everything and pulling apart furniture and opening drawers and making a complete mess of the place.

A man in a suit walked up to me holding a badge. He looked like he was in his forties with gray hair at his temples and the kind of smile that said he enjoyed his job a little too much.

"Braydon Junkies," he said. "I'm Lead Agent Marcus Webb. We're executing a search warrant on this property and several others associated with your organization."

"I need to call my lawyer," I said.

"Go ahead," Webb said, still smiling. "Won't change anything. We'll be here for a while."

I pulled out my phone and called David Rothstein who was the best criminal defense attorney money could buy. He answered on the second ring.

"They're here," I said. "FBI just raided the office."

"Don't say anything to anyone," David said. "I'm on my way. Should be there in twenty minutes."

I hung up and looked at Webb who was watching me like I was some kind of interesting science experiment.

"Your lawyer coming?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Good," Webb said. "I like it when people have representation. Makes everything official."

He walked away and started directing his agents to different parts of the building and I just stood there feeling completely helpless because there was nothing I could do except watch them tear my life apart. My phone started ringing and it was Gyran.

"They hit us too," Gyran said. "FBI is going through the warehouse right now."

"Same here," I said. "How bad is it?"

"Bad," Gyran said. "They're taking computers and files and anything that looks remotely important. What do we do?"

"Nothing," I said. "Let them search. We knew this was coming. Just make sure nobody talks without a lawyer present."

"Already told everyone," Gyran said.

I hung up and watched as agents carried out boxes of documents, hard drives, and anything else they thought might be useful. Webb came back over to me looking pleased with himself.

"You keep good records," he said. "Very organized. That's going to make our job a lot easier."

"You won't find anything," I said.

Webb laughed. "That's what they all say. But here's the thing. Senator Blackwood gave us a roadmap. He told us exactly where to look and what to look for, and so far, everything he said has been accurate."

David showed up then and immediately stepped between Webb and me.

"My client won't be answering any questions," David said.

"Didn't ask him any questions," Webb said. "Just having a friendly conversation."

"The conversation is over," David said. "Either charge him or let him go about his business."

Webb smiled again and I was starting to really hate that smile.

"We're not charging anyone today," Webb said. "Just collecting evidence. But don't worry, we'll be in touch very soon."

He walked away and David pulled me aside.

"Don't talk to him," David said quietly. "Don't talk to any of them. They're going to try to get you to slip up and say something they can use against you."

"I know," I said.

"Do you?" David asked. "Because Webb isn't your average FBI agent. I've dealt with him before. He's ambitious, us, and he's smart, and he doesn't give up. If he thinks you're his ticket to a promotion he's going to come after you with everything he has."

The search lasted six hours. They took computers, financial records, files, and even some personal items that had nothing to do with business. When they finally left Webb made sure to stop by and talk to me one more time.

"We'll be analyzing everything we took today," he said. "Should take a few weeks. Maybe a month. But I wanted you to know something."

"What?" I asked.

"I'm going to bury you," Webb said, and his smile was gone now, and he looked completely serious. "You and everyone in your organization. Senator Blackwood was just the beginning. By the time I'm done, the junkies won't exist anymore."

He walked out and left me standing there in the destroyed office with David next to me.

"He means it," David said.

"I know," I said.

Over the next few weeks,Webb brought in financial forensics experts who started unraveling our shell companies and money trails. They found connections we thought were hidden and they traced payments we thought were untraceable. Every day,y David would call me with updates,s and every day the news got worse.

"They found the offshore accounts," David said during one call. "And they're tracking the money back to specific deals and transactions."

"How is that possible?" I asked.

"Because Webb is better than your accountants," David said. "He's got people who do this for a living and they're very good at it."

I sat in my office alone that night thinking about everything we built and how it might all come crashing down because of one corrupt senator trying to save himself. For the first time since this whole thing started, I felt actual fear because this wasn't something I could fight with guns or intimidation. This was the law and the law didn't care about peace treaties or territory or any of the things that mattered in my world.

We were in serious legal danger and I didn't know if we could survive it.