87 So Long, Suckers!

The President turned to leave after dropping his empty glass on a tray.

'But he wouldn't just poison our wine, would he?'. Diane worried looking around to find out that most people had already chugged down the contents of the glass. The number of elites on this ship was enough to bring him down from his seat as the president if they joined forces.

"Have you noticed?". Fred moved between them to whisper to Drake. "There's no signal on the airship and I've not seen anyone from the Rico family apart from Mr. Andrew".

"So this is a setup?". Drake whispered back rolling the contents of his glass in a circular motion. 

"I'll follow him". Fred moved but Drake stopped him by the shoulder. 

"Stay put, I'll do it". He wanted to find out exactly what the president was pushing for, but leaving Diane by herself would be unsafe.

Drake's eyes turned to Diane who had a distant expression. "Could you return back to the room? Fred will escort you".