Navigating through the horde of agents and reporters was like wading through waist-high mud—slow, irritating, and unavoidable.
The agents weren't outright aggressive, but they weren't subtle either. Every few steps, another one tried to press for details, phrasing their questions in a way that made it seem like answering was just a formality.
The reporters, on the other hand, were worse. Cameras and microphones shoved forward, voices clamoring to be the one that got a response first.
"Don! Charles! Can you comment on what happened inside?"
"How many attackers did you see?"
"Were there any civilian casualties?"
Don had no intention of answering. Charles was the same, though he let them talk for a while before finally getting bored.
"If you people don't back off, I'll be suing for harassment," Charles said, voice loud enough for them all to here.
That did it.
