Warden Hayes leaned back in her leather chair, control returning to her features, but her gaze was no longer one of authority, but of tense complicity.
"I must admit, Blake," she said. "It seems you have a lot of people fighting for you outside. I've received so many calls in the last few hours. Half want you dead, and the other half demand that I protect you at all costs."
She let the information sink in. "You know, they've offered me many incentives. Money, favors, promotions... in exchange for both outcomes. Truly, for a terrorist, you are far too famous. That makes me believe a little more in your version that you're innocent, or perhaps you just have too many contacts."
