Leo sat before the microphone, watching the silent images on the screen.
He didn't need a script. This rage was already in his chest; all he had to do was open his mouth, and it would come pouring out on its own.
"Start recording."
Leo spoke into the microphone, his voice low and suppressed.
"This is Pennsylvania today."
"In Erie, our factories have shut down. Thousands of tons of high-quality steel, freshly produced, are locked away in a warehouse, left to rust."
"In Pittsburgh, our construction sites have ground to a halt. Hundreds of workers stand by with their tools, but no materials are coming."
"Why?"
"Is it because we've done something wrong? Is it because we bought substandard products?"
"No."
"It's because we've committed a crime."
"We tried to use money from Pittsburgh to buy steel produced in Erie."
"We tried to use Pennsylvanians' own money to support Pennsylvania's own workers."
"In the eyes of that Vice Governor in Harrisburg, this is a violation."
