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<strong>Homeland</strong><br />
that the Bay Bridge was an inside job -- it's ever so much more evil if it wasn't an inside<br />
job.<br />
Thinking this stuff, talking it over with Ange, I started to feel like, somehow, the crowd's<br />
mood was changing. It was getting dark, and the temperature was dropping -- it had<br />
started off as one of those San Francisco September days that are as hot as a July day<br />
anywhere else, but it was turning into one of those foggy San Francisco nights that makes<br />
you cold right to your marrow. The day's excitement was giving way to more anger and<br />
more fear, and it seemed to me that I was hearing a lot more crackling police radios, seeing<br />
a lot more helicopters and UAVs overhead.<br />
We were stopped in a particularly dense spot near McAllister Street, so I got out my phone<br />
and watched Lemmy's copters' point of view for a while. There were a lot more cops, it<br />
was true. One of the copters was off at the fringe of the protest and as it swung around, I<br />
saw a line of police and military buses stretching out to infinity, seemingly all the way to the<br />
Embarcadero. Either those buses were there to bring about a zillion cops to the protest,<br />
or they were there to take a zillion protesters away in handcuffs. Or both.<br />
“Lemmy,” I said, showing him my screen. Ange pulled my hands lower so she could see,<br />
too -- I was so freaked that I'd forgotten to take her height into account, which is pretty<br />
freaked, all right. Ange wasn't kind to people who were oblivious to the world of short<br />
people.<br />
“Time to get out of Dodge,” Lemmy said.<br />
“Yeah,” I said. “Let's go.” We looked around, trying to figure out the shortest path out of the<br />
protest, starting to feel a little fear. As I scanned the crowd, I saw that I wasn't the only one<br />
getting wild-eyed. There were probably lots of other people who'd been tuned in to feeds<br />
from overhead and noticed the massing horde.<br />
I looked back at my phone. “Something's weird.”<br />
Ange yanked my arm down, stared at my phone. “Can you be more specific?”<br />
“No,” I said. “I can't. But something's weird.”<br />
Lemmy peered intently at my screen.<br />
“No police UAVs,” he said.<br />
We all looked up at the airspace over the protest. The density of UAVs -- gliders and<br />
quadcopters -- had definitely fallen off. “How do you know it's the police UAVs that are<br />
missing?” I said.<br />
“They're the lowest flying,” Lemmy said. “Better for getting face shots.”<br />
My mouth had gone dry. “Why would they ground all their UAVs?”<br />
Lemmy looked at me with a crazy eye-roll. “Maybe they don't want to get any video of<br />
what's about to happen.”<br />
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