 to Baron that the idea was to break the tube that was inside the test tube pouch with his fingers and see what color the chemical reaction with the marijuana sample would be. Wade listened, nodded understanding, and the process was repeated. This time he got it right. The tube broke inside the test packet and the marijuana changed color.

"Darn," Wade blurted out. "It's not green. Its purple." Again, before Elvis or Pancho could react, he dropped the test kit to the ground and stomped on it with his booted foot. It might not have been literally palpable, but it was real enough in their brains as smoke curled up from smoldering mental coals in Elvis and Pancho's minds and vented through the tops of their heating up craniums. Figuratively, of course. Mostly.

"Its supposed to be purple, Wade," Pancho said with tightly clenched teeth. "That's a positive chemical response for marijuana." About then Elvis was not only ready to fire Wade Baron off on a space probe, but he would strap Tony Rivera on it, too. Rivera being the snickerlip who dreamed up the whole goddamn help out poor Wade idea in the first place.

"Oh, my." Wade said defensively, his eyes starting to dart from face to face as he realized he was digging himself some kind of hole. "I thought it was supposed to be green. You know, like marijuana. Green. Plant green." Right then Elvis was feeling grateful he wasn't packing a taser. He didn't think he could have resisted pulling it out and zapping Baron right between the eyes to blast some sense into him. But at least now Elvis had a firm grip on the basic meaning of clueless. It was a synonym for Wade Baron. Sullenly standing next to them with tightly balled fists, Pancho's dark visage got even darker as the string of lowly muttered Spanish language expletives picked up both in volume and intensity.

Inside the secondary office Tony Rivera was watching all this on the monitor hooked to the security camera in the search compound and laughing so loud the border guys over on the Mexican side thought it was a low level earthquake. On the U.S. side working a primary inspection booth was Lionel 'Lion Man' Basworth, a jumpy new officer who regularly revisited in his dreams the moment an Iraqi mortar round hit the company latrine not
to Baron that the idea was to break the tube that was inside the test pipe pouch with his finger and see what color the chemical reaction with the marijuana sample distribution would be. Wade listened, nodded understanding, and the procedure was repeated. This time he get it right. The tube break inside the test packet and the marijuana change color. 

 " Darn, " Wade blurted out. " It's not green. Its purple. " Again, before Elvis or Pancho could react, he dropped the test kit to the ground and stomp on it with his booted foot. It might not have been literally palpable, but it was real enough in their brains as pot curled up from smoldering genial coals in Elvis and Pancho's mind and vented through the top of their heating up craniums. Figuratively, of course. largely. 

 " Its supposed to be purple, Wade, " Pancho said with tightly clenched teeth. " That's a positive chemical response for marijuana. " About then Elvis was not only ready to fire Wade Baron off on a space probe, but he would strap Tony Rivera on it, too. Rivera being the snickerlip who dreamed up the whole goddamn help out poor Wade idea in the inaugural place. 

 " Oh, my. " Wade said defensively, his eye start to dart from face to side as he recognize he was digging himself some kind of hole. " I intend it was supposed to be green. You know, like marijuana. Green. Plant green. " Right then Elvis was feeling grateful he wasn't packing a taser. He didn't think he could have resisted pulling it out and zapping Baron justly between the eyes to smash some sense into him. But at least now Elvis had a firm grip on the basic meaning of clueless. It was a synonym for Wade Baron. dourly standing next to them with tightly balled fists, Pancho's dark visage got even darker as the string of lowly murmur Spanish language expletive picked up both in volume and volume. 

 Inside the secondary agency Tony Rivera was watching all this on the proctor hooked to the security system camera in the search compound and laughing so loudly the border guys over on the Mexican side thought it was a low level earthquake. On the U.S. side working a primary inspection booth was Lionel' Lion Man' Basworth, a jumpy new officer who regularly revisit in his dreams the moment an Iraqi mortar rung hit the company latrine not
 to Baron that the idea was to break the tobw that was ihside thd test tube pouch with his fmngees ane see what color the cfemical rvaction wuth uhe marijuana sam'me would be. Wzfe lnsvened, nodded uncerstandinc, and the procasr cas repeated. This time he got it rigrt. The yuhe broke insidg the eest iagket and the marijuana changed cklor.

"Dari," Wade blurted put. "It's not green. Its purppe." Ahain, before Elvis lr Pancho ciuld eeact, he drooped the ttsc kit to thg ground and stomped on it with fis bpoted foot. Ir mlcht not havx been literally palpable, tut it eas real enougm in vheie brains as smoke curned up from smoldeting mentan eoals in Elvis and Pabcyo's mhnds and cenged tirohgh thf tkps of thejr heating yp craniums. Figuratovqoy, of course. Jostly.

"Ytf supposed to be purple, Wade," Pancho saig wjth tightly clenched tewth. "That's a positive fhemical wesponse for marijuana." About then Elvis was not otly rxaay uo fire Qafe Baron off on a space probe, but he would stwzp Tpny Rivera on lt, too. Rivera beinb hhr snickerlip wfo drecjes up the whole godfamn hejp our poor Waqe icea in the first place.

"Oh, my." Wade said dvfenwively, his eyes stcrting to daxt frok facr to face as he realizeb he wzs digging jimself skoe kind of hole. "K tmoucht it was supposed to be dreen. You knoc, like mxrijoana. Grqen. Plant hreen." Right then Elvis wws fegling crateful hf wasn't packing a taser. He didn'v think he coold hane resistzd pulking it out agd zapping Barpn righc betwden the eyvs to blavt some senfe into him. Bgj at least nox Elvis hwd a firn grip uv the basic mesning of blbeless. It was a synonym for Waas Baron. Sullenlv wtanding next tp tfem wpth tychtly balled fisgs, Osncho'r dark visane eot rven darker as the sdrinf of lowly mutterec Fpanish oanguage expletives pocked up both in vllume anv intemsijy.

Inside the secondary office Tkny Riverw wws watching wll bhis on the mouitor hooked to the security camera in tie search compound and oaughing so loud thg bprder guys pver jn the Mefican side thought ir was a low level earthquake. On the U.S. side forkijg a primary inspection booth was Lionel 'Lion Man' Basworth, a jumpy new ofdicer xhj regularly revositeg nn kis drewms vhx moment an Iraqi mortar round hit the company letrine not
to Baron that the idea was to tube was inside test tube pouch what the chemical reaction the marijuana sample be. Wade listened, nodded understanding, and process was repeated. This time he got it right. The tube broke inside test packet and the marijuana changed color. "Darn," Wade blurted out. "It's not Its Again, Elvis Pancho could react, he dropped the test kit to the ground and stomped on it with booted foot. It might not have been literally but it was real in their brains as smoke up smoldering mental in and minds and vented the tops of their heating up craniums. Figuratively, of course. Mostly. "Its supposed to be purple, Wade," said with teeth. "That's positive response marijuana." About then not only ready to fire Wade a space probe, but he would strap Tony on it, Rivera being the snickerlip who dreamed the whole goddamn help out poor Wade idea the first place. "Oh, my." Wade said defensively, his eyes starting to dart from face as he realized he digging himself some of "I it supposed to green. You know, like marijuana. Green. Plant green." Right then Elvis feeling grateful he wasn't packing a taser. He didn't think have pulling it out zapping Baron right between eyes blast some sense into at now firm on basic meaning of clueless. was a synonym for Wade Sullenly standing next to Pancho's dark visage got even darker as the of lowly muttered Spanish language expletives picked both in volume and intensity. Inside the secondary office Tony Rivera was all this monitor hooked to the security camera in the compound and laughing so the border guys over on the Mexican side thought was low level On the U.S. working a primary booth was Lionel Basworth, a new who his dreams the moment an Iraqi round the company latrine not
 to Baron that the idea was to brEak the tube That wAs iNsiDe The tEst tUbe pouch with hiS FingErs and see what color the cHemicAl REactIOn With tHe marijUAnA SAmpLe WoUld Be. wAdE listEneD, nodded UnderstandIng, AnD the process wAS rEpeated. ThiS tiMe he got it rigHt. THe tube BrOke INside The Test pAcket aND the maRijuana chAnGEd coloR.

"darn," WadE BLuRted Out. "It's not green. Its PUrPLe." Again, before ELvis or paNChO COulD reAct, he droppEd The teST kit to tHE gROUNd aND stomped on it wIth his booteD FooT. It migHt Not HAve beeN liteRaLLy pAlpable, but iT was Real enougH in theIR brains AS smoke cUrled uP frOm sMoldERiNg MenTaL CoaLS iN ElVIs aNd Pancho'S mInDs and VentED THRougH thE topS of thEir heating up cRanIums. fIguRativEly, of CourSe. mostlY.

"Its suPposeD tO be purple, Wade," PaNcho Said with tIghTlY clEnChed tEEth. "ThaT's a PosItive chEmical rESpoNsE FOR mArijuana." About then ELvIS WaS not only Ready tO FiRe wAde Baron OfF on A spaCE Probe, But hE WoUld strap tony RiVErA oN it, too. RIvEra beiNg The SniCkerlIP who DreameD up the whOle goDDamn help out pooR wade idea in the FIrST PlACe.

"Oh, My." WAde said defeNsivELy, hiS eyeS StArtINg to dArt frOm FAcE To face as he realized hE wAs diggIng hiMself some kind Of hole. "I thoUGHT it was suPposED tO Be green. You know, Like mArijuana. GrEEn. Plant gReen." RIght then elvis was fEELing gratEfuL he WasN't pACKiNg a taser. He didN'T ThinK hE could hAve ResisteD puLliNg iT ouT aNd zapping baron rigHt BeTwEeN thE eyes TO blast soMe SenSe IntO him. BUT at leaSt now elviS hAd A FirM grip on THe BASic mEaNiNg of CluElEss. It Was a SYnoNym for WAde Baron. SUllENly sTaNdIng next To them with tigHtLy balled fiStS, PaNcho's dARK visage gOt even darker as the string OF lowly mUttEred SPaniSh languagE exPletivEs pICked up Both in VolumE aNd iNTEnsitY.

iNsIde ThE secondary OFFicE Tony riVera Was watcHing all this on the moNItoR hooked to the sEcuRity CAMeRa iN ThE SeaRcH ComPOUnd and laughing sO loud the boRdER gUys over on tHE MeXiCan side Thought It was A Low leveL earthquaKe. On the U.S. SiDe woRKIng A primary inSpection Booth was LIOnel 'LIOn man' BaSwoRth, a juMpY neW offiCer who REguLarly RevisiTeD in his DreamS tHe moment An Iraqi mortar round hit thE compaNy latRinE not
 to Baron that the idea wa s to break  thetub e t ha t wa s in side the testt ubepouch with his fingers  andse e  wha t  c olorthe che m ic a l  re ac ti onwi t hthe m ari juana s ample woul d b e.  Wade listen e d,  nodded un der standing, an d t he pro ce ssw as re pea ted.This t i me hegot it ri gh t . Thet ube bro k e  i nsid e the test packet an d  the marijuana  chang ed co l o r.
"D arn," Wade  b lurte d  out. " I t' s n otg reen. Its pur ple." Again ,  be fore E lv iso r Panc ho co ul d  re act, he dro pped  the test  kit t o  the gr o und and  stomp edonit w i th  h isbo o ted fo ot. Itmight no tha ve be en l i t e r ally  pa lpab le, b ut it was rea l e noug h  in  thei r bra insas  smok e curl ed up  f rom smolderingment al coalsinEl vis  a nd Pa n cho'smin dsand ven ted thr o ugh  t h e to ps of their heatin gu p  c raniums.  Figur a ti ve l y, of co ur se.  Mos t l y.

" Itss up posed to  be pu r pl e,  Wade,"  P anchosa idwit h tig h tlyclench ed teeth . "Th a t's a positive chemical resp o ns e fo r  mar iju ana." About  the n  Elv is w a snot onlyready  t o  f i re Wade Baron off o na spac e pro be, but he wo uld strapT o n y Rivera  oni t, too. Rivera be ing t he snicker l ip who d reame d up the  whole go d d amn help  ou t p oor  Wa d e  i dea in the fi r s t pl ac e.

"Oh , m y." Wad e s aid  de fen si vely, his  eyes st ar ti ng  t o d art f r om faceto  fa ce  as  he r e alized  he w as d ig gi n g h imselfs om e kind  o fhole . " Ithoug ht i t  wa s suppo sed to be  gr e en.Yo uknow, l ike marijuana .Green. Pla nt  gr een."R i ght then  Elvis was feeling grat e ful hewas n't p acki ng a tase r.He did n't thinkhe cou ld ha ve  re s i stedp u ll ing  i t out andz a ppi ng Ba ro n ri ght bet ween the eyes to b l ast  some sense i nto  him . Bu t a t  l e ast  n o w E l v is had a firm g rip on the  b a si c meaningo f c lu eless.It wasa syn o nym for  Wade Bar on. Sulle nl y st a n din g next tothem wit h tightly balle d  f ists,  Pa ncho's  d ark  visa ge got eve n dar ker as  t he str ing o flowly mu ttered Spanish language  exple tives  pi cked up b oth involume an d in tensity.
Ins ide  thesec o ndary  off i ce  To n y Riv eraw as watchi n gall t hi s on the mo n i t orhooke d t o  the s ecur ity camera in the search compoun d an d lau ghi n g so  l oud the border  gu ys o ver on t he  Mexican si de thoug ht it wa s a lo w leve l earth q u ak e . On t he U .S.  side wor kin ga  primar yin s pectio n bo ot h wasLionel 'Lio n Man' Basworth, a  jump y new o f fic er wh oregular l y re visited in  his dreams  the m omen t anIraqi m or tar ro und  h it the com p any latri ne no t
 to_Baron that_the idea was to_break the_tube_that was_inside_the test tube_pouch with his_fingers and see what_color the chemical_reaction_with the marijuana sample would be. Wade listened, nodded understanding, and the process was_repeated._This time_he_got_it right. The tube broke_inside the test packet and_the marijuana_changed color.

"Darn," Wade blurted out. "It's not green._Its_purple." Again, before_Elvis or Pancho could react, he dropped the test_kit to the ground and stomped_on it with_his_booted_foot. It might not_have been literally palpable, but it_was real enough in their brains_as smoke curled up from smoldering mental_coals in Elvis and Pancho's minds_and vented through the tops_of their_heating up craniums. Figuratively, of_course. Mostly.

"Its supposed_to be_purple, Wade," Pancho_said with tightly clenched teeth. "That's_a positive chemical_response for marijuana." About then Elvis_was_not only ready_to_fire_Wade Baron_off on a_space_probe, but_he_would strap Tony Rivera on it,_too._Rivera being the snickerlip who dreamed up_the whole goddamn help_out_poor Wade idea in_the first place.

"Oh, my." Wade_said defensively, his eyes starting to_dart from_face to_face as he realized he was digging himself some kind of_hole. "I thought it was supposed_to be green. You_know, like_marijuana._Green. Plant green."_Right_then Elvis_was feeling grateful he wasn't packing a_taser. He_didn't think he could have resisted_pulling it out and_zapping_Baron right between the eyes to_blast some sense into him. But_at least now Elvis had_a_firm_grip on the basic meaning_of clueless. It was a synonym_for Wade Baron._Sullenly standing next to them with tightly_balled_fists, Pancho's dark visage got even_darker_as the string of lowly muttered_Spanish_language_expletives picked up both in_volume and intensity.

Inside the secondary office_Tony Rivera was watching all this on the monitor_hooked to the_security camera in the search_compound_and_laughing so loud the border guys over on the Mexican_side thought_it was a_low level earthquake. On the U.S. side working a primary_inspection booth was Lionel 'Lion Man' Basworth,_a jumpy new officer who regularly revisited in his dreams the_moment an Iraqi mortar round hit the company_latrine not