The repeated crowing of roosters surprises many in the ultra-modern city. It had never been heard before. The sun was peeking, as always, from the east. But the blinding brightness seemed more intense and unusual at that time of the year when October ends. At the end of Sixth Street, at house 66, the gates opened to receive the unmarked car. The garage door swung up quickly, and the black car, with opaque windows, entered. The electric door retracted in sync with the jamming thump of the large gates' rack and pinion.