url Yang at them armed with a pitchfork. This was bad. Elvis and Pancho had just caught on that they may been the unwitting authors of a major fuck up.

"Tell us what?" Elvis said, already dreading the answer.

"Yeah," Pancho joined in. "What what?" Siobhan was not looking like a friendly lady with the local neighborhood Welcome Wagon Committee. Not hardly. Her face was closer to that of an officer who was about to give the command to a firing squad to give their triggers a hefty yank. Elvis and Pancho the occupants of the space beyond the far end of the pointed rifles' sights.

"Goddamnit, guys. That Suburban was a follow out. The agents knew it was a load car and were just outside the port in unmarked units waiting to follow it to wherever it was to be unloaded. They were sure they'd grab an entire smuggling operation and put it out of business."

"Oh," Pancho said.

"Oh-oh," Elvis said.

"Try a whole bunch of oh-ohs!" Siobhan snapped. "You're screwed."

"How we were supposed to know, Siobhan?" Elvis said in a subdued tone. "No one said a word about it to us." Siobhan started to cool down. They were right. How would they know? She didn't know herself until one of the agents, Paresh Patel, told her. Paresh preferred to be referred to by his initials, PP. Which absolutely guaranteed with the inevitability of the daily high tide in the Bay of Fundy that the irreverent inspectors would morph 'PP' into Pee Pee.

Patel was a swaggering arrogant jerk, who Siobhan detested but who nevertheless persisted in hitting on her, wanting to add a black woman to his list of self-described conquests, walked out to where she was working a primary lane and told her what was going on. Let the Suburban through without much of an inspection, he said. And for sure not let the driver know that something was going on.

"We're having you do this," Pee Pee said in a voice, whatever the actual intent, that came out sounding unctuous. "Because we know you are the best." A pause while Patel shot a sour look at the other
url Yang at them armed with a pitchfork. This was bad. Elvis and Pancho had just caught on that they may been the unwitting writer of a major fuck up. 

 " assure us what? " Elvis said, already dreading the answer. 

 " Yeah, " Pancho join in. " What what? " Siobhan was not looking like a friendly lady with the local region Welcome Wagon Committee. Not barely. Her face was closer to that of an officer who was about to give the command to a dismissal squad to give their trigger a brawny yank. Elvis and Pancho the occupants of the space beyond the far end of the pointed rifles' sight. 

 " Goddamnit, guys. That Suburban was a follow out. The agents knew it was a warhead car and were just outside the port in unmarked unit of measurement waiting to follow it to wherever it was to be unloaded. They were sure they'd grab an integral smuggling operation and put it out of business. " 

 " Oh, " Pancho said. 

 " Oh - oh, " Elvis said. 

 " Try a solid bunch of oh - ohs! " Siobhan snapped. " You're screwed. " 

 " How we were supposed to know, Siobhan? " Elvis said in a subdued tone. " No one said a news about it to us. " Siobhan started to cool down. They were right. How would they sleep together? She didn't acknowledge herself until one of the agents, Paresh Patel, told her. Paresh preferred to be refer to by his initials, PP. Which absolutely guaranteed with the inevitability of the daily high tide in the Bay of Fundy that the impertinent inspectors would morph' PP' into Pee Pee. 

 Patel was a swaggering arrogant jerk, who Siobhan detested but who nevertheless persisted in strike on her, wanting to add a black woman to his tilt of self - described conquest, walked out to where she was working a primary lane and told her what was going on. lease the Suburban through without much of an inspection, he said. And for sure not let the driver acknowledge that something was going on. 

 " We're having you do this, " Pee Pee said in a spokesperson, whatever the actual intent, that came out sound unctuous. " Because we acknowledge you are the best. " A pause while Patel shoot a sour spirit at the other
url Yang at them armed with a pitchfork. Thnw was uad. Elvjs and Pxncho had just caught on thav thwy mat been the unwitting ajthors of a major fucj up.

"Tell us what?" Elyns sajf, alxeedy dreading thg answer.

"Yeah," Pancho joined iv. "Chat what?" Siobhan was not looking lihe a froejdly lady with the jocam neighborhood Welcome Wagon Commiftee. Nou hardly. Her face eas closer to that of an ovficfr who was about tl give the xommwbd to a firivg squad to give their triggers a hefty yank. Elvis ana Paneho the occo'qntd of the spare beyjnd the far cmd of dhe poimted rifles' sinhts.

"Gmddqmnit, guys. That Suburuan was a follow out. The agends knew it was a loqd car dnd fere husg ohtxise the poct in unmaried units wqiting to follow it tj wherever it sas to bq unloaded. They were sure they'd grab an enfire smuggling operatiob and put it out of bosiness."

"Oh," [ancho said.

"Oh-oh," Elvis said.

"Try a whole bunch of oh-mhs!" Smochau snapowd. "You're screwed."

"How we were supposed to know, Sijghsn?" Elvis said in a subdued yoje. "Go one said a word cgoht it to us." Siobhaj startgd to xool down. Theu were right. How would they know? She dibn't know herself untip one of thz agenjs, Parrsh Patel, told her. Parerh pdeferred to be referddd to by his inigiaks, PP. Which absolutely guaragteed witi the inevitxbiloty of the daily high tide in the Bay of Fundi that the irrevfrent inspectors would morph 'PP' into Pee Pee.

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"We're hating ypu qo this," Pee Pee said in a voics, whateveg tme actual intqnt, bhat came out xounding unctuous. "Because we know you ace the best." A pause whioe Patel shot a sout lpok at the pther
url Yang at them armed with a was Elvis and had just caught the authors of a fuck up. "Tell what?" Elvis said, already dreading the "Yeah," Pancho joined in. "What what?" Siobhan was not looking like a friendly with the local neighborhood Welcome Wagon Committee. Not hardly. Her face was closer that an who about to give the command to a firing squad to give their triggers a hefty yank. and Pancho the occupants of the space beyond far end of the rifles' sights. "Goddamnit, guys. That was follow out. agents it a load car were just outside the port in unmarked units waiting to follow it to wherever it was to unloaded. They they'd grab entire operation put it out "Oh," Pancho said. "Oh-oh," Elvis said. bunch of oh-ohs!" Siobhan snapped. "You're screwed." "How were supposed know, Siobhan?" Elvis said in a tone. "No one said a word about it us." Siobhan started to cool down. They were right. How would they know? She didn't until one of the Paresh Patel, told Paresh to referred by his PP. Which absolutely guaranteed with the inevitability of the daily high in the Bay of Fundy that the irreverent inspectors would into Pee. Patel was swaggering arrogant jerk, who detested who nevertheless persisted in her, to woman his of self-described conquests, walked to where she was working primary lane and told Let the Suburban through without much of an he said. And for sure not let driver know that something was going on. "We're having you do this," Pee said voice, whatever the actual intent, that came out unctuous. "Because we know are the best." A pause while Patel shot a look the other
url Yang at them armed with a piTchfork. ThiS was bAd. ELviS aNd PaNcho Had just caught oN That They may been the unwittinG authOrS Of a mAJoR fuck Up.

"Tell uS WhAT?" elvIs SaId, aLrEAdY dreaDinG the ansWer.

"Yeah," PanCho JoIned in. "What whAT?" SIobhan was nOt lOoking like a fRieNdly laDy WitH The loCal NeighBorhooD welcomE Wagon ComMiTTee. Not HArdly. HeR FAcE was Closer to that of an oFFiCEr who was about tO give tHe COmMANd tO a fIring squad To Give tHEir trigGErS A HEftY Yank. Elvis and PAncho the occUPanTs of thE sPacE Beyond The faR eND of The pointed rIfleS' sights.

"GoDdamniT, Guys. ThaT suburbaN was a fOllOw oUt. ThE AgEnTs kNeW It wAS a LoaD Car And were jUsT oUtsidE the PORT In unMarKed uNits wAiting to folloW it To whERevEr it wAs to bE unlOaDed. ThEy were Sure tHeY'd grab an entire sMuggLing operaTioN aNd pUt It out OF businEss."

"oh," PAncho saId.

"Oh-oh," ELVis SaID.

"tRy A whole bunch of oh-ohs!" siOBHaN snapped. "you're sCReWeD."

"how we werE sUppOsed TO Know, SIobhAN?" ELvis said In a subDUeD tOne. "No onE sAid a woRd AboUt iT to us." sIobhAn starTed to cooL down. tHey were right. HoW Would they know? sHe DIDn'T Know HerSelf until onE of tHE ageNts, PAReSh PATel, toLd her. paREsH Preferred to be referrEd To by hiS initIals, PP. Which abSolutely guARANteed witH the INeVItability of the Daily High tide in THe Bay of FUndy tHat the irReverent iNSPectors wOulD moRph 'pP' iNTO PEe Pee.

Patel was A SWaggErIng arroGanT jerk, whO SiObhAn dEteStEd but who nEverthelEsS pErSiSteD in hiTTing on heR, wAntInG to Add a bLAck womAn to hIs liSt Of SElf-DescribED cONQuesTs, WaLked Out To Where She wAS woRking a pRimary lanE anD Told HeR wHat was gOing on. Let the SUbUrban throuGh WitHout muCH Of an inspEction, he said. And for sure nOT let the DriVer knOw thAt somethiNg wAs goinG on.

"wE're havIng you Do thiS," PEe PEE Said iN A VoIce, WhAtever the aCTUal IntenT, tHat cAme out sOunding unctuous. "BecAUse We know you are tHe bEst." A PAUsE whILe pAteL sHOt a SOUr look at the otheR
url Yang at them armed wit h a pitchf ork.Thi s w as  bad . El vis and Pancho hadjust caught on that th ey ma yb eent he  unwi tting a u th o r s o famaj or fu ck up .
"Tell u s what?" E lvi ssaid, alread y  d reading th e a nswer.

"Yea h,"  Panch ojoi n ed in . " Whatwhat?" Siobha n was not  l o okingl ike a f r i en dlylady with the loc a ln eighborhood We lcomeWa g on C omm itt ee. Not ha rd ly. H e r facew as c l ose r  to that of a n officer w h o w as abo ut  to give t he co mm a ndto a firing  squ ad to giv e thei r  trigge r s a hef ty yan k.Elv is a n dPa nch ot heo cc upa n tsof the s pa ce  beyo nd t h e f ar e ndof t he po inted rifles'  si ghts . 

" Godda mnit,  guy s.  That  Subur ban w as  a follow out.Theagents kn ewit  wa sa loa d  car a ndwer e justoutside the  p o r t  i n unmarked units w ai t i ng  to foll ow itt owh e rever it  w asto b e unloa ded. Th ey weresure t h ey 'd  grab a nentire  s mug gli ng op e rati on and  put itout o f  business."

" O h," Pancho sa i d. "O h -oh, " E lvis said.
"Tr y  a w hole bu nch of oh -ohs! "S io b han snapped. "You'r escrewe d."
"How we weresupposed t o k now, Sio bhan ? "E lvis said in a  subd ued tone." No one s aid a  word ab out it to u s." Siob han  st art edt o  c ool down. The y were  r ight. H owwould t hey  kn ow?  Sh edidn't kn ow herse lf  u nt il  on e oft he agent s,  Pa re shPatel ,  toldher.Pare sh  p r efe rred to be r efer re dto b y h is  init ials ,  PP . Which  absolute lyg uara nt ee d withthe inevitabi li ty of theda ily  hight i de in th e Bay of Fundy that the irrever ent  insp ecto rs wouldmor ph 'PP ' i n to Pee  Pee.
Pate lwas a  swag g e ri ngar rogant jer k ,  wh o Sio bh an d etested  but who neverthel e sspersisted inhit ting o nher ,  w a nti ng toa d d a black woman  to his li st of  self-desc r ibe dconques ts, wal ked o u t to wh ere she w as workin ga pr i m ary  lane andtold her  what was going on . Let  th e Subu rb anthrou gh wit h out  much  of an  i nspect ion,he  said. A nd for sure not let the  drive r kno w t hat somet hin g  wa s going o n.
"We're hav ing  yo u dothi s ," Pe e Pe e  s aid in avoic e , whateve r  t hea c tu al intent,t h a t c ame o uts oundin g un ctuous. "Becausew e know you are  the b est ."A  pau se  while Patel s hot  a s our look  a t the other 
url Yang_at them_armed with a pitchfork._This was_bad._Elvis and_Pancho_had just caught_on that they_may been the unwitting_authors of a_major_fuck up.

"Tell us what?" Elvis said, already dreading the answer.

"Yeah," Pancho joined in. "What_what?"_Siobhan was_not_looking_like a friendly lady with_the local neighborhood Welcome Wagon_Committee. Not_hardly. Her face was closer to that of_an_officer who was_about to give the command to a firing squad_to give their triggers a hefty_yank. Elvis and_Pancho_the_occupants of the space_beyond the far end of the_pointed rifles' sights.

"Goddamnit, guys. That Suburban_was a follow out. The agents knew_it was a load car and_were just outside the port_in unmarked_units waiting to follow it_to wherever it_was to_be unloaded. They_were sure they'd grab an entire_smuggling operation and_put it out of business."

"Oh," Pancho_said.

"Oh-oh,"_Elvis said.

"Try a_whole_bunch_of oh-ohs!"_Siobhan snapped. "You're_screwed."

"How_we were_supposed_to know, Siobhan?" Elvis said in_a_subdued tone. "No one said a word_about it to us."_Siobhan_started to cool down._They were right. How would_they know? She didn't know herself_until one_of the_agents, Paresh Patel, told her. Paresh preferred to be referred to_by his initials, PP. Which absolutely_guaranteed with the inevitability_of the_daily_high tide in_the_Bay of_Fundy that the irreverent inspectors would morph_'PP' into_Pee Pee.

Patel was a swaggering arrogant_jerk, who Siobhan detested_but_who nevertheless persisted in hitting on_her, wanting to add a black_woman to his list of_self-described_conquests,_walked out to where she_was working a primary lane and_told her what_was going on. Let the Suburban through_without_much of an inspection, he said._And_for sure not let the driver_know_that_something was going on.

"We're having_you do this," Pee Pee said_in a voice, whatever the actual intent, that came_out sounding unctuous._"Because we know you are_the_best."_A pause while Patel shot a sour look at the_other