Chapter 33 - The Washington Postmortem
In Washington, D.C., the political fallout from the Swiss syndicate's collapse sent shockwaves through Capitol Hill. Senator Hayes, who had narrowly avoided the career-ending wreckage of Prosecutor Sterling’s botched subpoena years prior, found himself cornered by a new wave of federal investigators digging into illicit campaign donations. Desperate to protect his seat, Hayes scheduled a clandestine midnight meeting in the basement parking garage of the Library of Congress with a disgraced former Rinaldi lobbyist. What the senator failed to realize was that every security camera in the district and every encrypted line in the capital was continuously monitored by the Voss intelligence network. Cass intercepted the encrypted ping scheduling the meeting within seconds of its transmission and immediately alerted Mara.
Instead of deploying security operatives, Mara chose a more direct, devastating approach. She booked an evening flight to Washington, accompanied by Dante. By midnight, while Senator Hayes was pacing the damp concrete of the parking garage waiting for his contact, a black town car slid silently out of the shadows, blocking his exit. The rear door opened, and Dante Rinaldi stepped out into the fluorescent glare, followed by Mara. Hayes froze, his face draining of all color. "Senator," Mara greeted smoothly, her voice echoing off the concrete pillars. "You seem lost. Capitol Hill is several blocks north." "You... you shouldn't be here," Hayes stammered, backing up against his vehicle. "This is harassment. I am a sitting federal legislator—" "You are a liability," Dante interrupted, stepping into his personal space with terrifying authority. "And your attempts to resurrect our family's past through backdoor lobbyists have become tiresome. You will announce your retirement from the Senate by tomorrow morning citing health reasons, or the financial disclosures detailing your offshore campaign bribes will be delivered to every major news outlet before the stock market opens." Hayes opened his mouth to protest, but the look in Dante’s eyes told him everything. The game was over. He nodded stiffly, unable to utter a single word of defiance as the black sedan melted back into the night.
