Cruz set out for the golf course immediately after breakfast. He was accompanied by the same guard as before, who steadfastly refused to carry Cruz's bag of golf clubs.
"I am coming for your protection," the guard said stiffly, both of his hands clasping his submachine gun. "It may be necessary for me to move very quickly. I must have freedom of movement."
"I thought you're coming with me."
"I am."
"So what's all this about freedom of movement?"
"I must be… I must be able to move quickly and easily."
"I see," Cruz said. "You meant ease of movement. Because you have about as much freedom of movement as a dog on a leash."
