Emporium

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When I reach the rooftop, I pull the dustcovers off my rifle scope and head for a folding chair leaned up against an air-conditioning unit — right where I left it the last time I was up here. Sitting down, I have a clear view across a courtyard of lawns and fountains to Hewlett Packard. I line up a couple breakfast burritos on the parapet wall, in case this is a long one, and I crack a can of Nix. Most of us drink Nix because of how other sodas make you twitchy. I dial in my optics by focusing on flowers in the distance, impatiens and pansies, mostly, and I’m tuning the rangefinder when I get the go-ahead from Lt. Kim.

“Blackbird,” Lt. Kim says over the radio, “at your leisure,” which is code for the fact that the hostage negotiations are failing and it’s time to get to work. There’s a tone in her voice, though, that kind of sounds like my mom when she gets on my case to join the private sector, where the “real money” is. I’ll admit I sometimes daydream on the job, but I’m trying to better the community, so it’s like, get off my back already.

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