Richard: You have no legal authority to touch me, soldier!
Logan: Authority comes in many forms, and right now mine says you're staying put.
The soldier forcefully slaps the attacker across the face and shouts at him to back away from the woman[cite: 1].
Voice (Soldier - BOLD & ANGRY): "Hey, get off her!"[cite: 1]
A loud slap cracked sharply through the quiet corridor, stopping every passing nurse and doctor in their tracks[cite: 1].
Richard: You struck me! You actually hit a civilian attorney!
Logan: That was for every innocent person you've trampled over to pad your bank accounts.
Richard: I'm calling the chief of police! You'll spend the rest of your life in a military prison!
Logan: Call whoever you want. They're already waiting at the front entrance.
Richard scrambled to his feet, trying to dust off his tailored business suit with trembling hands.
Richard: This isn't over. I own half the municipal judges in this county.
Logan: Not anymore you don't. Federal marshals seized your servers an hour ago.
Richard's face drained of all color as the reality of his crumbling empire finally set in.
Richard: Federal marshals? That's impossible...
Logan: Nothing is impossible when the United States Army JAG corps gets involved in corporate fraud.
Clara pulled herself up into a sitting position, leaning against the pale green wall for support.
Clara: He has all the fraudulent trust documents inside his leather briefcase right now.
Logan: Good thing my K9 partner has a great nose for stolen property.
Can Richard escape down the emergency stairwell before federal authorities arrive to lock the doors?
Richard: You'll never take my briefcase!