‘We call it The Stage,’ he said to his partner. He was new to town, to the islands. ‘Everything works like a sound studio. False identities switch constantly. We stuck this crew near the beach for surveillance.’
‘They think they're in America?’
‘Yea,’ he smirked. ‘It might as well be Gitmo, but we upped the ante. It's high tech surveillance of everyone, everything, and every thought. They think they're free. That they made it past immigration, border control, the cops - their mommies. Whatever the hell it is they're running from. We place new simulations over the electronics. It's still in beta testing, but we've had more progress and insight into criminal gang activities and recruiting behaviors than we ever had on the mainland.’