<em>Drake, at the meeting</em><br/><br/>Drake growled after Ghost left the room. He was sorely tempted to go after the man. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the desire to protect Ingrid. It wasn't easy; he would go as far as saying that it wasn't possible for him to really stop. Didn't matter how much she could handle herself, it was a gut reaction.<br/><br/>"Right, well..." he cleared his throat. "I suppose we can try and work out the last details. Though frankly, it seems like they're mostly hammered out. Just a where to set up." He glanced over at Leo. The man was surprisingly calm.