The snipers showed up and took up position on the roof. Our intercom system blared warnings to us, forbidding us from going out on our balconies or venturing to the roof. I stood in our lunchroom and watched police standing in Airport Way stop cars and question the drivers. A hazmat team arrived and I looked up to see a sniper on the roof of the building across from us looking back at me, apparently with a scope or a camera of some sort. I wondered what he was thinking. Did he like the current administration? Did he feel conflicted about our loss of civil liberties? Did he have a wife? A boyfriend?
At one point, expensive looking cars arrived and what I assumed were Secret Service agents hopped out of them. They were well-dressed with perfect haircuts and attractive camel trenchcoats sporting dark brown collars. One of the cars pulled into a tent that was attached to the side of the hotel. The tent flaps quickly went down, hiding what was happening. I thought Cheney had arrived, but someone else in the lunchroom told me he had arrived earlier.
As I left for the day, I went down to our lobby and saw about 10 police in wearing helmets, flak jackets, and other gear. They were sitting on the floor, leaning against our walls and chatting with one another. One of them looked at me, smiled, and said "hi". I said "hi" back and left, thinking that I would write a rambling, pointless entry in my journal, detailing what I had seen for the day.