Diaz took out a small handphone and dialed in a number.
" Yes, Sir, he's on the stage... no, there will be no unnecessary bloodshed. All is ready, Sir, we only await your signal... then I shall give the order."
The connection was cut on the other end. Diaz looked up, searching.
A guard who had been standing near the exit caught his eye.
The guard nodded in return, indicating his understanding. He whispered in the ear of a passing colleague, and glancing round, slid a large metal bolt over the exit doors.
Diaz sat back in his seat comfortably. His hand reached inside his jacket, to finger the carefully concealed handheld energy weapon he had there. He counted the minutes off on his watch.
Not long now...