Confronting Makary

"What the hell is going on here?" Makary asked his question in a perfectly modulated voice that cut through all the chatter without sounding like a shout at all. And when he slammed the doors to his car shut, sending a snappy, metallic thud through the air, everyone twitched. 

Despite only speaking out a few words, this man simply commanded respect just by showing up in person. 

Maybe it was the power of his charisma? Maybe the influence of his fame and power in this place? Or maybe it was the fact, that as soon as he came out from the car, a whole, small army of armed yet casually dressed men came out of their respective cars and followed him, quickly establishing a perfect, tactical control over the entire area. 

'Did those guys used to serve in the military?' I thought, baffled when I saw how they left no spot, not a single angle, free of their observation and potential line of fire. What's more, when I focused on their positioning…