When I was in the World Trade Center in 1993, and the building got bombed, we low-level peons (I was working as a file clerk) were herded to one corner of the office allegedly to await instructions. Meanwhile, all the suits were evacuating down the stairwell. In other words, we were being made to wait for the important people to escape first.
I said screw that, headed for the stairs, and told the rest of the peons to follow me, which most of them did.
In a crisis you must not trust authorities because your life is not valuable to them. Get your son out, now.
Wow.
Talk about cold blooded.
Glad you made it and took charge.
He is leaving tomorrow morning around 10AM. No chances.