"Where are we going with this?" The man

  held an ambiguous expression on his face.  The MPs stared forward.  An Observer kept eyes on arms chained to their belts. 

  "(i)THAT'S MY HUSBAND!!(i) A woman jumped up and down to see over the cross-armed and shielded Riot Police.  Other women locked hands, bent the launch platform towards the ground.  "She's preggers," one said.  She put bare feet onto the hands and was lifted to see. 

  "(i)That's my husband,(i)" a woman watching between hips and shield squinted and said. 

  "My wife's made sandwiches," the man told the enclosing circle of authorities.  The sweat beaded on the long scars on his back.  His bare hand grasped the chicken wing size shoulder of a shirtless little girl.  He shoved her firmly but gently.  "Go tell your Mama girl.  (i)Everybody's here now(i)."