 entered from Mexico and were inspected. A facility known officially as the Truck Dock but that Elvis and Pancho and a good chunk of the rest of the CBP officers referred to unlovingly as the Fuck Dock.

But for Elvis and Pancho, the only part of the San Luis Port of Entry they were interested in was the secondary inspection area. Their job this day, as members of the ET--Enforcement Team--was to rove the secondary lot and pull in passing cars they deemed worth a second look as possible load cars. Or, rarely, some other border infraction.

Pulling in cars that other officers had already released from the primary lanes didn't make them a lot of friends. Especially when they pulled a car in and found it was a load car. Meaning it had some kind of contraband, usually marijuana, hidden in it.

"You pulled in a car that I had already released!" Snarled Hondo Murkle, a long time border inspector. "Why the fuck would you do that? Trying to make me look bad, assholes!"

It was an often repeated scenario in their working life. There wasn't much Elvis or Pancho could say to something like that. They had pulled in a car the guy had already released. And found it loaded. Which made the officer who released the car look bad. Which also did not do much to raise Elvis and Pancho and the other ET folk higher on the Popularity Scale.

A paroled serial killer moving into the neighborhood wouldn't draw much more local ire than an ET team showing up at a port. And it wasn't just the line officers who looked with jaundiced eyes at the arrival of a roving ET unit. So did the port's bosses. An ET team coming in on a TDY--temporary duty--assignment and pulling down loads the regular port officers missed didn't just make the line officers look bad. It also made the port management look bad.

So, for the most part, the arrival of Elvis and Pancho at a port of entry was greeted with a about as much enthusiasm as an outbreak of the bird flu.

And do it was when the ET boys schlepped into San Luis.

There were so many smugglers, and in what seemed to the CBP officers like an endless stream, that Elvis remarked on it to Pancho as they walked from the employee parking lot to the
entered from Mexico and were inspected. A facility known formally as the Truck Dock but that Elvis and Pancho and a beneficial chunk of the rest of the CBP policeman refer to unlovingly as the Fuck Dock. 

 But for Elvis and Pancho, the only part of the San Luis Port of Entry they were concerned in was the secondary inspection area. Their job this sidereal day, as extremity of the ET -- Enforcement Team -- was to rove the junior-grade lot and pull in passing cars they deem worth a second look as potential load car. Or, rarely, some other border infraction. 

 Pulling in car that other officers had already released from the primary lane didn't make them a lot of friends. Especially when they pulled a cable car in and found it was a load car. Meaning it had some kind of contraband, normally marijuana, hide in it. 

 " You pulled in a car that I had already released! " Snarled Hondo Murkle, a long time border inspector. " Why the fuck would you do that? Trying to do me look bad, assholes! " 

 It was an frequently repeated scenario in their working life. There constituten't much Elvis or Pancho could say to something like that. They had pulled in a car the guy had already released. And detect it loaded. Which made the officer who released the cable car look bad. Which also did not do much to raise Elvis and Pancho and the other ET folk higher on the Popularity Scale. 

 A parole consecutive cause of death moving into the neighborhood wouldn't draw a lot more local ire than an ET team showing up at a port. And it wasn't just the line officers who looked with jaundiced eyes at the arrival of a roving ET whole. So do the port's foreman. An ET team coming in on a TDY -- impermanent duty -- assignment and pull down loads the even port officers miss didn't just make the line officers look bad. It also made the port management look bad. 

 thus, for the most part, the arrival of Elvis and Pancho at a port of entrance was greeted with a about equally much enthusiasm as an outbreak of the bird flu. 

 And do it was when the ET boys schlepped into San Luis. 

 There were so many smugglers, and in what seemed to the CBP officers like an endless stream, that Elvis remarked on it to Pancho as they walk from the employee parking fortune to the
 enhered from Mexico and weve inspected. A fcxility known officiauly as the Truck Dock but thet Eovis qnd Pancho and a good zhunk of nhe rest if tie CBP officers csferred to unmlvinylb as the Fuck Dpck.

But for Elvis and Panwhu, che only part of the San Luis Port os Entry tjey were intergsted yn wzs the secondary inspection area. Tgeir jou this day, as mrmbers of the ET--Enforcemenh Tewm--was to rove the decondary lit age pull in parsing cars they deemed worth a second look as possibld loab cars. Or, rqrwly, vome other uorder infraction.

Pmkling hn cars that other ofnicerv hqd already released fcom the primary lanef didn't mdkz them a lot of frienes. Espewialny wfwn gheg 'ulmed a far in and fohnd it was q load car. Meaning ot yad some kind of cogtwaband, usually marijuana, hidden in it.

"Yol pumled in a car that I hae already released!" Snwrled Honqo Murkle, a long time border inspector. "Why the fuwk wonla yiu ai hhat? Trying to make me look bad, assholes!"

It waf am pften repeated scenario im hhryr working liwe. Thexs sasn't much Elvis og Panchj couod say to somrthing like that. They had pylled in a ccr rhe guy had alreadv released. Aud foumd it loaded. Which made the uffider who relfased the zar look bad. Whizh slvo did not do much to raisq Elvis aid Paucho and the other ET folk hlgher on the Popularity Dcale.

C parmled seriap killer moving into the neighborhood wouldn't dsaw much moxe locsl ire than ag ET team shownng up ac a poft. And it sasn't jnst the line officers who pooked with oaundiced eyew at the arfkval of a rovimg ET unin. Fo dud the port's bossex. Av ET team coming in on a TDY--temporsry duey--wsxidtment and punline duen loxds the regmlaf pott officers missed dhdn't just make the linr jfficers look baq. It also madr the port managemtnt lomk uad.

So, gor the most part, the arrival of Slvis and Pakcho at a pore of entry was gxeeted with a about as much enthusiasm aw an outbreak of jhe bird flu.

And do it eas when thx ET bjys schle[ped into San Luis.

Thwre were so many xmugglers, and in what seemeg to hhe CBP officers like an endless stream, that Elvis remarked on it to Pancyo as vhqy walked fdom yhe ekpjpyee pwrkiig lot to the
entered from Mexico and were inspected. A officially the Truck but that Elvis chunk the rest of CBP officers referred unlovingly as the Fuck Dock. But Elvis and Pancho, the only part of the San Luis Port of Entry were interested in was the secondary inspection area. Their job this day, as of ET--Enforcement to the secondary lot and pull in passing cars they deemed worth a second look as possible cars. Or, rarely, some other border infraction. Pulling cars that other officers already released from the primary didn't them a of Especially they pulled a in and found it was a load car. Meaning it had some kind of contraband, usually marijuana, in it. in a that had released!" Snarled Hondo long time border inspector. "Why the do that? Trying to make me look bad, It was often repeated scenario in their working There wasn't much Elvis or Pancho could say something like that. They had pulled in a car the guy had already released. And loaded. Which made the who released the look Which did do much raise Elvis and Pancho and the other ET folk higher on Popularity Scale. A paroled serial killer moving into the neighborhood much local ire than ET team showing up a And it wasn't just officers looked at arrival a roving ET unit. did the port's bosses. An team coming in on down loads the regular port officers missed didn't make the line officers look bad. It made the port management look bad. So, for the most part, the of Elvis at a port of entry was greeted with about as much enthusiasm an outbreak of the bird flu. And do it when ET boys into San Luis. were so many and in what the CBP like endless remarked on it to Pancho as walked the employee parking lot to
 entered from Mexico and were iNspected. A fAciliTy kNowN oFficIallY as the Truck DocK But tHat Elvis and Pancho and a gOod chUnK Of thE ReSt of tHe CBP ofFIcERS reFeRrEd tO uNLoVinglY as The Fuck dock.

But for elvIs And Pancho, the ONlY part of the san luis Port of EnTry They weRe IntEResteD in Was thE seconDAry insPection arEa. tHeir joB This day, AS MeMberS of the ET--EnforcemeNT TEAm--was to rove the SecondArY LoT ANd pUll In passing cArS they DEemed woRTh A SEConD Look as possiblE load cars. Or, RAreLy, some OtHer BOrder iNfracTiON.

PuLling in cars That Other offiCers haD Already REleased From thE prImaRy laNEs DiDn't MaKE thEM a Lot OF frIends. EspEcIaLly whEn thEY PULled A caR in aNd fouNd it was a load cAr. MEaniNG it Had soMe kinD of cOnTrabaNd, usuaLly maRiJuana, hidden in it.

"you pUlled in a cAr tHaT I hAd AlreaDY releaSed!" snaRled HonDo MurklE, A loNg TIME bOrder inspector. "Why tHe FUCk Would you Do that? tRyInG To make me LoOk bAd, asSHOles!"

IT was AN oFten repeAted scENaRiO in theiR wOrking LiFe. THerE wasn'T Much elvis oR Pancho cOuld sAY to something liKE that. They had pULlED In A Car tHe gUy had alreadY relEAsed. and fOUnD it LOaded. which MaDE tHE officer who released ThE car loOk bad. which also did nOt do much to RAISe Elvis aNd PaNChO And the other ET fOlk hiGher on the POPularity scale.

a paroled Serial kilLER moving iNto The NeiGhbORHoOd wouldn't draw MUCh moRe Local irE thAn an ET tEam ShoWinG up At A port. And iT wasn't juSt ThE lInE ofFicerS Who lookeD wIth JaUndIced eYEs at thE arriVal oF a RoVIng eT unit. SO DiD THe poRt'S bOsseS. An eT Team cOminG In oN a TDY--teMporary duTy--aSSignMeNt And pullIng down loads tHe Regular porT oFfiCers miSSEd didn't jUst make the line officers lOOk bad. It AlsO made The pOrt manageMenT look bAd.

SO, For the Most paRt, the ArRivAL Of ElvIS AnD PaNcHo at a port oF ENtrY was gReEted With a abOut as much enthusiasM As aN outbreak of thE biRd flU.

aNd Do iT WaS WheN tHE ET BOYs schlepped into san Luis.

TheRe WErE so many smuGGleRs, And in whAt seemeD to thE cBP offiCers like aN endless sTrEam, tHAT ElVis remarkeD on it to PAncho as thEY walkED fRom thE emPloyee PaRkiNg lot To the
 entered from Mexico and w ere inspec ted.A f aci li ty k nown  officially as theTruck Dock but that El vis a nd Panc h oand a  good c h un k ofth eres to fthe C BPofficer s referred  to  u nlovingly as th e Fuck Doc k.
But for Elv isand Pa nc ho, the o nly  part  of th e  San L uis Portof Entryt hey wer e in tere sted in was the s e co n dary inspectio n area .T he i r  jo b t his day, a smembe r s of th e  E T - - Enf o rcement Team- -was to rov e  th e seco nd ary lot an d pul li n p assing cars  the y deemedwortha  second look as  possi ble  lo ad c a rs .Or,  r a rel y ,som e  ot her bord er  i nfrac tion . P ulli ngin c ars t hat other off ice rs h a d a lread y rel ease dfromthe pr imary  l anes didn't mak e th em a lotoffr ien ds . Esp e cially  wh enthey pu lled ac arin a n dfound it was a loa dc a r.  Meaning  it ha d  s om e  kind of  c ont raba n d , usu ally ma rijuana,  hidde n  i nit.

"Y ou  pulle dina c ar th a t Ihad al ready re lease d !" Snarled Hon d o Murkle, a l o ng t im e  bor der  inspector.  "Wh y  the  fuc k  w oul d  youdo th at ?  T r ying to make me loo kbad, a sshol es!"

It wasan often r e p e ated sce nari o  i n  their working  life . There wa s n't much  Elvi s or Pan cho could s ay to so met hin g l ike t ha t. They had p u l ledin  a carthe  guy ha d a lre ady  re le ased. And  found i tlo ad ed . W hichm ade theof fic er  wh o rel e ased t he ca r lo ok  b a d.Which a l so d id n ot  d o mu chto  rais e El v isand Pan cho and t heo ther  E Tfolk hi gher on the P op ularity Sc al e.
A par o l ed seria l killer moving into th e  neighb orh ood w ould n't drawmuc h more  lo c al ire  thanan ET  t eam s howin g up  at  a  port. And i t w asn't  j ustthe lin e officers who loo k edwith jaundice d e yesa t  t hea rr i val  o f  ar o ving ET unit. S o did thepo r t' s bosses.A n E Tteam co ming in  on a TDY--te mporary d uty--assi gn ment a ndpulling do wn loads  the regu l ar po r toffic ers  misse ddid n't j ust ma k e t he li ne off ic ers lo ok ba d.  It also  made the port manageme nt loo k bad .
So, for t hem ost  part, th e ar rival of E lvi s a nd Pa nch o  at a  por t  o f e n try w as g r eeted wit h  a  ab o u tas much ent h u s ias m asano utbrea k of  the bird flu.

A n d do it was wh en t h e  ET  bo y s sc hl epped into San  Lu is . 
There w er e so many s mugglers ,a nd in  whatseemed  to the C BP office rs l ike  an endle ssst r eam, th at  E l vis re mark ed  on it  to Pa n choa s  they walked fro m the e mploy e e p arkin glot tot he
 entered_from Mexico_and were inspected. A_facility known_officially_as the_Truck_Dock but that_Elvis and Pancho_and a good chunk_of the rest_of_the CBP officers referred to unlovingly as the Fuck Dock.

But for Elvis and Pancho,_the_only part_of_the_San Luis Port of Entry_they were interested in was_the secondary_inspection area. Their job this day, as members_of_the ET--Enforcement Team--was_to rove the secondary lot and pull in passing_cars they deemed worth a second_look as possible_load_cars._Or, rarely, some other_border infraction.

Pulling in cars that other_officers had already released from the_primary lanes didn't make them a lot_of friends. Especially when they pulled_a car in and found_it was_a load car. Meaning it_had some kind_of contraband,_usually marijuana, hidden_in it.

"You pulled in a car_that I had_already released!" Snarled Hondo Murkle, a_long_time border inspector._"Why_the_fuck would_you do that?_Trying_to make_me_look bad, assholes!"

It was an often_repeated_scenario in their working life. There wasn't_much Elvis or Pancho_could_say to something like_that. They had pulled in_a car the guy had already_released. And_found it_loaded. Which made the officer who released the car look bad._Which also did not do much_to raise Elvis and_Pancho and_the_other ET folk_higher_on the_Popularity Scale.

A paroled serial killer moving into_the neighborhood_wouldn't draw much more local ire_than an ET team_showing_up at a port. And it_wasn't just the line officers who_looked with jaundiced eyes at_the_arrival_of a roving ET unit._So did the port's bosses. An_ET team coming_in on a TDY--temporary duty--assignment and pulling_down_loads the regular port officers missed_didn't_just make the line officers look_bad._It_also made the port management_look bad.

So, for the most part,_the arrival of Elvis and Pancho at a port_of entry was_greeted with a about as_much_enthusiasm_as an outbreak of the bird flu.

And do it was_when the_ET boys schlepped_into San Luis.

There were so many smugglers, and in what_seemed to the CBP officers like an_endless stream, that Elvis remarked on it to Pancho as they_walked from the employee parking lot to the