The Pestering CIA

As Michael continued to address the media, the two CIA operatives in the crowd exchanged glances. They had their orders and knew the risks involved in their mission. Agent 1, a tall man with a stern expression, adjusted his earpiece and whispered into it.

"Target is in sight. Awaiting further instructions," he said quietly.

Agent 2, a woman with sharp eyes, scanned the area, ensuring no one was watching them too closely. "We need to be careful," she murmured. "This place is crawling with security."

"Understood," Agent 1 replied. "Let's move to a better position."

They slowly made their way through the crowd, trying to get closer to Michael without drawing attention. Meanwhile, Michael wrapped up his answers and excused himself, heading back toward the VIP tent.

The agents saw their chance and followed at a safe distance, blending in with the throngs of people still milling about the shipyard.