Stanchion

Stanchion pulled lightly on the joystick, and the Predator turned left, descended to one hundred feet, and slowed to forty-five miles per hour as it took up a firing position behind the speeding carts.

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As the Predator swooped low over the back nine of Washington National, Stanchion adjusted the focal length of the videocamera.

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Agent Stanchion walked over to the alcove that held the remote-control cockpit and took a seat in front of the Virtual Pilot Guidance Display.

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“Agent Stanchion, Domestic Operations,” he barked into the handset.

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Stanchion shook himself awake, ran a quick identity check on the coded prefix that preceded each binary data string in the narrowband WiFi broadcast from the Apple laptop, then pulled out his cell phone, dialed the number of the Sachem Club, and left a brief but urgent message.

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As the Predator swooped low over the back nine of Washington National, Stanchion adjusted the focal length of the videocamera.

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“Agent Stanchion, Domestic Operations,” he barked into the handset.

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“Hasta la vista,” Stanchion murmured as he pressed both triggers.

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Stanchion pulled lightly on the joystick, and the Predator turned left, descended to one hundred feet, and slowed to forty-five miles per hour as it took up a firing position behind the speeding carts.

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“Hasta la vista,” Stanchion murmured as he pressed both triggers.

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