Sirens wailed in the distance, their shrill, rhythmic cries echoing across the steel girders of the harbor docks.Within seconds, the heavy iron gates of Warehouse Number Nine were surrounded by a dozen black armored tactical carriers.Dozens of elite maritime police officers in body armor and combat helmets rushed into the warehouse, their assault rifles raised in high-ready positions.Behind them marched Director Vance of the Provincial Economic Crimes Bureau, accompanied by the Chief Magistrate of Riverdale's Maritime Court."Nobody move!" Director Vance's voice boomed through a megaphone, startling the hundreds of seated executives."This warehouse is officially designated an active federal crime scene!""All exits are sealed!""Any attempt to destroy manifests or digital files will be treated as obstruction of justice under federal statutes!"Asher Wexler shrieked in terror, dropping his champagne glass onto the concrete floor where it shattered into a hundred sparkling shards.H