All await the ultimatum. It’s dependent, of course, upon when Moglen and the others discover their latest gambit has collapsed. In the opinion of most, it has already occurred. Four drones instead of the usual two buzzed the encampment and spread out from there.
Lyle called a meeting of his leaders, but even more people came. Hardly anyone reported to the fields. Everyone wanted assurance. Not just for the future. But for their next breath.
Lyle was the calm in the center of the storm. He directed their focus to where it should be.
Afterwards we went off together. I asked him what we were going to tell Moglen when he asks to speak to Flowers.
“The truth, of course.”