Gunning For The Big Guy

Gunning for the Big GuyIt's early June 2003. The man in the shades guides his black Pontiac Grand Prix down a side street near the 101 freeway. Overhead a jet on its final approach to San Francisco International Airport roars in, nearly drowning out Tupac on the car stereo. In a single extended motion the man flips off the music and switches on a tiny black electronic device.He pulls into the parking lot of a colorless two-story warehouse draped with a banner for Bay Area Fitness. He's early eno...