Finally, the Deputy ADF Chief, a Captain, pulled up and, without quite getting the full details from our lower-ranking interlocutors, quickly decided to let us go.
We left on the very next available flight, which was the next day. As we approached the Antiguan Airport in the breaking early morning fog, the only visible viable aircraft of any note was a giant USAF-MAC C-141 transport, loudly idling on the tarmac.
What with all those gun-point demands and whatnot. And the only lawyer we knew on the island was named Vere Bird, Jr. And all US/1 had left for money was PBS script...
Upon arrival at JFK International, US/1 discreetly followed the head-of-state and his made Major minion through US Customs without a hitch and watched as they walked off, suddenly reduced to just another two faces in the maddening crowd…looking for their Gambino family driver.**]