 often. It pissed him off. Especially considering he had been day dreaming about a mouth watering Mennonite pasta recipe he'd seen on the Food Channel last night and was none to happy at being interrupted.

"OK." He said to Elvis and Pancho. "Just what the fuck have you done now?" He dropped his gaze to Mr. Fleshmound, who was still heavily into his serious injury routine. "To make this poor man at my feet cower in fear of you two ET dickwads." Elvis stepped forward, right on the very edge of what Tony Rivera considered his inviolate personal space, something which Elvis was fully aware of and therefore rarely missed an opportunity to use.

"The man is a heroin lookout, Tony. We need to secure him inside the secondary office and begin a search." This caught Tony by surprise. He'd heard the TECS alarm go off, but TECS alarms almost always amounted to zilch. He considered them the fantasies of some college kid nerd intel specialist who sat behind a computer terminal somewhere playing online video games when no one was watching and had not clue one about what the hell went on along the Mexican border. So Tony didn't pay much attention to TECS lookouts. He hadn't looked at the TECS readout on the computer before coming outside. But.....heroin? That was a different matter. That wasn't something that happened often. In fact, it was about as common as a gully washer in bone dry San Luis or Tony's wife sensually beckoning to him from the bedroom. Which sure as hell wasn't often. A subject that could skyrocket Tony's blood pressure in a hurry.

"OK," Tony said in his confident supervisory voice, a voice which was one of the most important tools he had acquired during supervisory training back at the academy in Steambath, Georgia. "Take him in." Then Tony wheeled and headed back inside the secondary office and made a beeline for the secondary computer to read the TECS heroin lookout.

The door closed behind him and the officers standing around Mr. Fleshmound looked at each other with expressions that fell well within the parameters of what the fuck? Take him in? With three hundred pounds or more of uncooperative Mr. Fleshmound still writhing and moaning on the sidewalk looking like a beached walrus wearing cargo shorts and a T-
often. It pissed him off. Especially considering he had been sidereal day dream about a mouth watering Mennonite pasta recipe he'd witness on the Food Channel final night and was none to happy at being interrupt. 

 " OK. " He say to Elvis and Pancho. " Just what the fuck have you done now? " He dropped his gaze to Mr. Fleshmound, who was even heavily into his serious wound routine. " To make this poor man at my feet cower in fear of you two ET dickwads. " Elvis stepped forth, right on the very edge of what Tony Rivera consider his inviolate personal space, something which Elvis was fully aware of and consequently rarely missed an opportunity to practice. 

 " The man is a heroin lookout, Tony. We need to secure him inside the secondary function and begin a search. " This caught Tony by surprise. He'd heard the TECS alarm go off, but TECS alarm almost always amounted to zilch. He considered them the fantasies of some college kid nerd intel specialist who sat behind a computer terminal somewhere playing on-line video games when no one was determine and had not clue one about what the hell went on along the Mexican border. So Tony didn't yield much attention to TECS lookouts. He hadn't looked at the TECS readout on the computer before come outside. But..... heroin? That was a different matter. That wasn't something that happened often. In fact, it was approximately as common as a gully washer in bone dry San Luis or Tony's wife sensually beckoning to him from the bedroom. Which sure as hell wasn't often. A subject that could skyrocket Tony's rake pressure in a hurry. 

 " OK, " Tony said in his confident supervisory voice, a part which was one of the most important tools he had grow during supervisory training back at the academy in Steambath, Georgia. " Take him in. " Then Tony wheeled and headed back inside the junior-grade office and made a beeline for the secondary computer to read the TECS heroin lookout. 

 The doorway closed behind him and the officers standing around Mr. Fleshmound looked at each early with expressions that fell well within the argument of what the fuck? Take him in? With three hundred pounds or more of disobliging Mr. Fleshmound still writhing and moaning on the sidewalk looking like a beached walrus wearing cargo shorts and a T-
 ofhen. It pissed him off. Eskecially considernbg he iad beeh day drdaming about a mouth waterinj Mebnoniuv pasta recipe he'd sedn on the Food Chqnneo last nighv and was none bo ha'pb at being intetrupted.

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"The man is a yeeoin nookmut, Giny. We nxed to sefurx him insids the seconeary office and begon q search." This caughe Eony by surprise. He'd heard the TECS alagm gk off, but TECS alarms aomost always amounted to zilch. He considered them the fantasies of some college kid iefd nkbel rpefialist who sat behind a computer terminal soiswnege playing online video gamex ahrg no one was datchiuf znd had not clue oje abouj what the hell weny on along the Mexican bordwr. So Tony dpdn't pay much attentiou to TECS loukoujs. He nadn't looked at the TECR rezdout on thf computed before coming ojtspde. Tut.....heroin? That was a diffewent mattxr. Thct wasn't somgthing ehat happejed onden. In fact, it was abouj as cmmmon as a gully washer in bone dry San Lnms or Tony's wofa svnsually yeckonlng to him from the bedroom. Wkich surz as hdll wasn't kften. A subject thwt could skyrmfket Tony's bnood prefsurw in a hurrh.

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"OK." HE saId To Elvis and PaNChO. "Just what tHe fUck have you doNe nOw?" He drOpPed HIs gazE to mr. FleShmounD, Who was Still heavIlY Into hiS Serious INJuRy roUtine. "To make this poOR mAN at my feet cower In fear Of YOu TWO ET DicKwads." Elvis StEpped FOrward, rIGhT ON The VEry edge of what tony Rivera cONsiDered hIs InvIOlate pErsonAl SPacE, something wHich elvis was fUlly awARe of and THereforE rarelY miSseD an oPPoRtUniTy TO usE.

"thE maN Is a Heroin loOkOuT, Tony. we neED TO SecuRe hIm inSide tHe secondary ofFicE and BEgiN a seaRch." ThIs caUgHt TonY by surPrise. he'D heard the TECS alArm gO off, but TEcS aLaRms AlMost aLWays amOunTed To zilch. he consiDEreD tHEM ThE fantasies of some coLlEGE kId nerd inTel speCIaLiST who sat bEhInd A comPUTer teRminAL sOmewhere PlayinG OnLiNe video GaMes wheN nO onE waS watcHIng aNd had nOt clue onE abouT What the hell wenT On along the MexICaN BOrDEr. So tonY didn't pay muCh atTEntiOn to teCs loOKouts. he hadN't LOoKEd at the TECS readout oN tHe compUter bEfore coming ouTside. But.....heROIN? That was A difFErENt matter. That waSn't soMething thaT Happened Often. in fact, it Was about aS COmmon as a GulLy wAshEr iN BOnE dry San Luis or tONy's wIfE sensuaLly BeckoniNg tO hiM frOm tHe Bedroom. WhIch sure aS hElL wAsN't oFten. A SUbject thAt CouLd SkyRockeT tony's bLood pRessUrE iN A huRry.

"OK," ToNY sAID in hIs CoNfidEnt SuPerviSory VOicE, a voice Which was oNe oF The mOsT iMportanT tools he had acQuIred during SuPerVisory TRAining baCk at the academy in SteambaTH, GeorgiA. "TaKe him In." ThEn Tony wheEleD and heAdeD Back inSide thE secoNdAry OFFice aND MaDe a BeEline for thE SEcoNdary CoMputEr to reaD the TECS heroin lookOUt.

THe door closed bEhiNd hiM ANd The OFfICerS sTAndING around Mr. FleshmOund looked At EAcH other with EXprEsSions thAt fell wEll wiTHin the pArameters Of what the FuCk? TaKE Him In? With threE hundred Pounds or mORe of uNCoOperaTivE Mr. FleShMouNd stiLl writHIng And moAning oN tHe sideWalk lOoKing like A beached walrus wearing caRgo shoRts anD a T-
 often. It pissed him off.  Especiall y con sid eri ng  hehadbeen day dream i ng a bout a mouth wateringMenno ni t e pa s ta  reci pe he'd se e n  on  t he  Fo od Ch annel  la st nigh t and wasnon eto happy atb ei ng interru pte d.

"OK." He  sa id toEl vis and P anc ho. " Just w h at the  fuck hav ey ou don e  now?"H e  d ropp ed his gaze to Mr .  F l eshmound, whowas st il l  h e a vil y i nto his se ri ous i n jury ro u ti n e .  "T o  make this po or man at m y  fe et cow er  in fear o f you  t w o E T dickwads. " El vis stepp ed for w ard, ri g ht on t he ver y e dge  ofw ha tTon yR ive r acon s ide red hisin vi olate  per s o n a l sp ace , so methi ng which Elvi s w as f u lly  awar e ofandth erefo re rar ely m is sed an opportun ityto use.
"Th eman  i s a h e roin l ook out , Tony.  We nee d  to  s e c u re  him inside the se co n d ar y office  and b e gi na  search. "Thi s ca u g ht To ny b y  s urprise.  He'dh ea rd  the TE CS  alarm  g o o ff,  butT ECSalarms  almostalway s  amounted to z i lch. He consi d er e d  t h em t hefantasies o f so m e co lleg e  k idn erd i ntelsp e ci a list who sat behind  a  compu ter t erminal somew here playi n g online v ideo ga m es when no one  waswatching a n d had no t clu e one ab out whatt h e hell w ent  on  al ong t he  Mexican bord e r . So  T ony did n't  pay mu chatt ent ion  t o TECS lo okouts.He  h ad n' t l ooked at the T EC S r ea dou t ont he com puter  bef or ec omi ng outs i de . But. .. .. hero in?  T hat w as a dif ferentmatter. T hat wasn 't  s omethin g that happen ed  often. In  f act , it w a s  about a s common as a gully was h er in b one  drySanLuis or T ony 's wif e s e nsuall y beck oning  t o h i m  from t he  be dr oom. Which s ure  as h el l wa sn't of ten. A subject tha t  co uld skyrocket  To ny's b lo odp re s sur ei n a h urry.

"OK," To ny said in  h i sconfidents upe rv isory v oice, a  voic e  whichwas one o f the mos timpo r t ant  tools hehad acqu ired duri n g sup e rv isory  tr aining  b ack  at t he aca d emy  in S teamba th , Geor gia."T ake himin." Then Tony wheeledand he adedbac k insidethe sec ondary of fice  and madea b eel ine f ort he se cond a ry  co m puter  tor ead the T E CS  he r o in  lookout.
T h e  do or cl ose d  behin d hi m and the officer s  standing arou nd M r .  Fl esh m ound  l ooked at eachoth er w ith expr es sions thatfell wel lw ithin  the p aramet ers ofw h at the fu ck?Tak e him in?  Wi th three h un dr e d poun ds o rmore o f unco o pera t i ve Mr. Fleshmoun d sti l l  writ h ing  andmo aning o n  the  sidewalklooking lik e a be ache d wal rus wea ri ng car gosh orts and a T-
 often._It pissed_him off. Especially considering_he had_been_day dreaming_about_a mouth watering_Mennonite pasta recipe_he'd seen on the_Food Channel last_night_and was none to happy at being interrupted.

"OK." He said to Elvis and Pancho._"Just_what the_fuck_have_you done now?" He dropped_his gaze to Mr. Fleshmound,_who was_still heavily into his serious injury routine. "To_make_this poor man_at my feet cower in fear of you two_ET dickwads." Elvis stepped forward, right_on the very_edge_of_what Tony Rivera considered_his inviolate personal space, something which_Elvis was fully aware of and_therefore rarely missed an opportunity to use.

"The_man is a heroin lookout, Tony._We need to secure him_inside the_secondary office and begin a_search." This caught_Tony by_surprise. He'd heard_the TECS alarm go off, but_TECS alarms almost_always amounted to zilch. He considered_them_the fantasies of_some_college_kid nerd_intel specialist who_sat_behind a_computer_terminal somewhere playing online video games_when_no one was watching and had not_clue one about what_the_hell went on along_the Mexican border. So Tony_didn't pay much attention to TECS_lookouts. He_hadn't looked_at the TECS readout on the computer before coming outside. But.....heroin?_That was a different matter. That_wasn't something that happened_often. In_fact,_it was about_as_common as_a gully washer in bone dry San_Luis or_Tony's wife sensually beckoning to him_from the bedroom. Which_sure_as hell wasn't often. A subject_that could skyrocket Tony's blood pressure_in a hurry.

"OK," Tony said_in_his_confident supervisory voice, a voice_which was one of the most_important tools he_had acquired during supervisory training back at_the_academy in Steambath, Georgia. "Take him_in."_Then Tony wheeled and headed back_inside_the_secondary office and made a_beeline for the secondary computer to_read the TECS heroin lookout.

The door closed behind him_and the officers_standing around Mr. Fleshmound looked_at_each_other with expressions that fell well within the parameters of_what the_fuck? Take him_in? With three hundred pounds or more of uncooperative Mr._Fleshmound still writhing and moaning on the_sidewalk looking like a beached walrus wearing cargo shorts and a_T-