Obviously , the cloak that his ship had was better than she thought. She began to type on the panel in the training room at a furious pace."Compliance...master Wren, I am incorporating the new parameters now. This may indeed, enable the sensors to detect the ship." Trigon said."Any new readings on the energy trail that we are following?" Wren asked."As you deduced, it does appear to be some sort of trap. Though as of this moment, I still have insufficient data to correlate an answer." Trigon. About half the plane would be filled with my staff and traveling party, and the rest would be reporters. I was assured that quite a few were already on the ground in Erbil and would be set up to film my arrival. Every one of those waiting was praying that my plane would be shot down by the Iraqis on final approach, so they could get a good picture of it. In the meantime, I simply chatted with a few of the reporters - off camera and off the record! - while we waited. I mentioned to somebody that. "All right, everyone, from the top. Again. Straight on unless I stop you."He didn't for about ten minutes. By that time I figured his focus was mostly on the orchestra, but I was soon to discover otherwise. Right in the middle of Mario's and Cam's big duet he suddenly waved the orchestra to a halt."Did you have garlic for dinner last night, Mario, dear?" he asked. "Camilla, did you neglect brushing your teeth this morning? No? Then may I ask why Mario is there"—he pointed to the tenor at stage. He didn't stop, but turned back up the highway toward the main gate of the trailer park and drove past it to the little shopping center with the Publix. There were two more black Suburbans with more people in them.I used my cell phone to call our contact and explain where we were and what we observed. There was a long pause before he replied, "Go get ready for something. We heard there may be someone looking for you, but they have obviously not seen you or they would have come for you.