Chapter TwoRoy kept an eye out for the babe all week. No joy. The sniper’s call of no clear sighting didn’t begin to describe his pain.
Frank Adams had decided that riding Roy Beaumont’s a*s was his new duty assignment. Pretending to hate it was one of the requirements of such an assignment, but Roy was actually fascinated by the challenges.
Route planning was supposed to be a sniper’s version of peeling potatoes or scrubbing toilets. It took a lot of time and infinite attention to detail. When moving the President around, he could never be moved by a predictable route. That meant before each trip, multiple routes had to be scouted. Then decisions were made about where to station blockades, agents, police, dogs, and overwatch counter snipers. The final decisions on that last point were m
