ISAAC BROWN'S MANSION
Cole and his men arrived at Isaac Brown’s mansion, the vehicles pulling up to the towering gates. A press member and a cameraman accompanied them, cameras already rolling to capture the monumental moment of Isaac Brown’s fall from grace.
The sound of camera clicks echoed through the air as the crew moved with purpose, eager to document every second of the unfolding drama. Cole stepped out of the vehicle first, his military ID card gleaming in the sunlight.
“I’m here for Isaac Brown,” he said, his voice authoritative.
The security officer stationed at the gatehouse, eyed Cole’s military ID with skepticism. The presence of military personnel—especially with a camera crew in tow—immediately set off alarms in his mind. He quickly radioed Isaac, hoping to get some in
