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Sky Island Casino
March 26th 2035
Zhang watched the aircraft rise into the air. It shimmered in the bright sunlight then disappeared, invisible even to his enhanced vision. But not to the craft’s advanced technology, he reminded himself.
He walked back into the casino. The sounds of gambling from the main floor echoed through the entry, people oblivious to the gunfire outside a hundred yards away. Fools, Zhang thought, dismissing Americans as insects, annoyances like ants or gnats.
He brushed past armed security guards, heading for the parking lot. They’d find the bodies and order a lockdown of the casino. By then it would be too late. He would be on the roof, where his craft landed.
The elevator was empty. Overriding its control panel to go directly to the roof was a simple matte
