Chapter Five: Let the Opponent Write the Rules

An official checked the course map. “The channel is an immovable obstruction inside the boundary. Free relief.” More importantly, its floor was sheltered. Lu played a three-wood up the quarry's lee face. A rotating current held the ball aloft and placed it eight yards from the pin. Eagle. Tang's putt brushed the lip. Lu led by one. At seventeen, the wind peaked and shook the video feeds. Tang found the safe zone, but faced an extra stroke around a stone pillar. Hundreds of possible routes broke apart in Lu's vision. He stopped calculating and watched the twelve broadcast flags in the distance. They changed direction in sequence, like a traveling wave. The wind was not chaos. It was moving through the quarry.