B20C22 - Sight

He flew. It wasn't a great day for flying, but we had no choice. We had to scope out the Marriott resort before all the big heavies arrived. As we flew I tried to put myself in the head of whoever was planning security for the summit. There would be roadblocks on all the roads that approached the place. There'd be snipers on the roof. Quick-response teams with heavy weapons nearby. Guys with shoulder-launched antiaircraft missiles. Stingers, I think they're called.

Amazing what you can learn by watching movies of Tom Clancy books. They'd have boats patrolling the shoreline. Probably very fast speedboats backed up by Coast Guard cutters.

They'd probably -

<This is so excellent!> David yelled for about the tenth time, interrupting my thoughts once again. <I can see everything! I can see little crabs all the way down there on the beach! I mean, whoa!>

They'd probably have sealed up every manhole cover. They might have installed automatic locks on a lot of the doors, and of -