While the roar of seventeen thousand fans filled Bolton Canyon, security chief Briggs was conducting a quiet, tactical sweep of the amphitheater's elevated perimeter. Standing near the concrete access stairs behind Section G, Briggs's military-trained eye caught a suspicious anomaly in the shadows of the upper sound tower. Two men in dark windbreakers and baseball caps were hunched over an industrial pelican case, operating a high-gain directional microwave antenna pointed…
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