The Billionaire Brothers Behind America's Predator Drones -- And Their Very Strange Past
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I slam the car into reverse, gunning the Mustang away from the base, back out into the desert. Finally we stop and I look left and right, ahead and behind, expecting to see a General Atomics' security goon bearing down us, ready to drape sacks over our heads and drag us to some private black site dungeon from which we'd never emerge.
But there's nothing. Not even a drone in the sky. Just a couple of vultures circling overhead.