"Breach the door!"
Clarence Chase didn't hesitate. At his command, the heavy oak door of Suite 808 shuddered under the weight of a hydraulic ram. "Everyone inside, stay exactly where you are! Any resistance will be treated as an attempt to obstruct a legal enforcement action!"
Inside the suite, the three young women—the "minxes" Hugo Shepherd had summoned in his drunken arrogance—panicked. They weren't amateurs; they knew the difference between a routine Anti-Vice Operation and a targeted strike. They scrambled away from the bed, covering themselves with whatever silk or lace was within reach, and instinctively dropped into a row against the wall.
"Officers, please!" one of them sobbed, her voice trembling. "We’re just 'service specialists'! We’re cooperating! Don't shoot!"
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