"We're going to see what he wants," I decided, though every instinct I possessed was screaming warnings about walking into what was obviously a trap. "But we approach carefully and stay ready to leave if things go sideways."
I could feel Anthony nodding. "Understood. I'll maintain communication with the flight crew in case we need to depart quickly."
Evelyn's expression was harder to read, but she seemed to agree with the decision. "If we're doing this, we need to be prepared for whatever political game he's playing. I doubt he's doing anything without multiple layers of strategy."
We made our way back toward the terminal, moving cautiously through the areas that would give us the best view of the developing situation while keeping us far enough away to avoid being immediately drawn into whatever spectacle was unfolding. As we got closer, I could begin to make out individual voices from the crowd and, more importantly, what MacLeod was saying to the assembled media.
