 was so confused he forgot to curse.

"What is going on here? This doesn't make any sense? Why is he heading back to the border?" Then it dawned on him like a whole bunch of boxes of rocks dropping on his head. "The border! We can't let the Chevy go back across the border!" He was about to order another unmarked unit to intercept the Suburban when Billy Valdez got a sudden urge for a Slushie and made a brief stop at the Quickie Mart on the outskirts of San Luis. Paresh had the units back off while they waited to see if this was going to be yet another drop off point. Billy Valdez got his Slushie, climbed back into the Suburban and accidentally backed into a post. The Suburban was jolted enough for the GPS tracking device to come loose and fall onto the Quickie Mart blacktop. Billy headed for the border and the GPS stayed put on the Quickie Mart blacktop. But not for long. Little Joey Martinez saw the GPS sitting there defenselessly on the Quickie Mart blacktop, thought it was real cool even if he had no clue what it was, and stuffed it in his pocket. Then he jumped on his beach cruiser bicycle and pumped the pedals on his way back home a couple of blocks north of the Quickie Mart.

"He's moving!" Paresh said with no little relief, looking at the GPS. "The fucker is on the move again. And he's going kind of slow. He must be about to pull into the drop off spot."

Elvis, Pancho and Siobhan were standing in the secondary lot at the San Luis Port of Entry. It was long past an hour since the Chevy Suburban had headed north to Yuma and Siobhan had rotated off the car lanes and was back in secondary talking to the two ET men. Neither Elvis nor Pancho had a whole lot of enthusiasm for pulling in any more cars after the cluster fuck of before. So they were hanging back. Pancho happened to look over at the southbound lane. He reached over and whacked Elvis on the shoulder, pointing at what he had just seen in the southbound lane going into Mexico.

"Look!" Pancho hollered in exploding fricatives that cracked in the enclosed spaces of secondary like a small canon.

Elvis looked. His eyeballs instantly threatening to explode along with P
was so confused he forgot to curse. 

 " What is go on here? This doesn't name any sense? Why is he heading back to the border? " Then it dawn on him like a whole bunch of box of rocks dropping on his point. " The border! We can't let the Chevy fit back across the border! " He was about to ordain another overlooked unit to intercept the Suburban when Billy Valdez experience a sudden urge for a Slushie and cook a abbreviated stop at the Quickie Mart on the outskirts of San Luis. Paresh had the unit back off while they waited to interpret if this was going to be so far another drop off point. Billy Valdez got his Slushie, climbed back into the Suburban and accidentally back into a post. The Suburban was jolted enough for the GPS tracking device to come loose and accrue onto the Quickie Mart blacktop. Billy head for the border and the GPS stayed put on the Quickie Mart blacktop. But not for long. Little Joey Martinez saw the GPS sitting there defenselessly on the Quickie Mart blacktop, think it was real cool even if he had no hint what it was, and stuff it in his pouch. Then he jumped on his beach cruiser bicycle and pump the pedals on his way back home a couple of blocks north of the Quickie Mart. 

 " He's moving! " Paresh say with no little relief, looking at the GPS. " The fucker is on the move again. And he's going kind of slow. He must be about to extract into the drop off spot. " 

 Elvis, Pancho and Siobhan were standing in the secondary set at the San Luis Port of Entry. It was long past an hour since the Chevy Suburban had lead north to Yuma and Siobhan had revolve off the car lanes and was back in secondary talking to the two ET men. Neither Elvis nor Pancho had a whole fortune of enthusiasm for pulling in any more cars after the cluster fuck of ahead. So they were hang back. Pancho happened to look over at the southbound lane. He strive over and whacked Elvis on the shoulder, point at what he had just visit in the southbound lane going into Mexico. 

 " attend! " Pancho hollered in exploding fricative consonant that cracked in the enclosed spaces of secondary like a small canon. 

 Elvis looked. His eyeballs instantly threatening to explode along with P
 wad so confused he forgot uo curse.

"What is going on here? Fhis doern't make any sense? Why is he hwadint back to the border?" Tfen it daaned on yim ouke a wholx bunch of boxsd of cocks dropping pn his heag. "The border! Wa zau't let the Chevy go back across the forder!" Ne was about to jrdeg wnotgvr unmarked unit to intercept tge Subugban when Billy Vsldez got a sudden urge fog a Dlushie and made a brief stop at eye Quickie Mxrt on the outskirts or San Luis. Paresh had the units back off while tyey faited to sxe if nhis was goinn to be yet anpther drop off pomnt. Villy Valdez got his Vlushie, climbed bask into tve Suburban and accudwntalny bdckea ingo z 'osf. The Dubnrban was jklted enougy for the GPS trackond device to coje loofe and fall onto the Quickie Mart blacktok. Bilmy headed for the bordee and the GPS stayed kut on the Quickie Mart blacktop. But not for long. Little Joay Mactknee waw tfw HPS sitting there defenselessly on the Quickiq Msrn blacktop, thoughb it was real cool egem if he had no clue cgaf it was, and stufffd it ig his pocket. Tren ne jumped on his beach cruiwer bicycle cnd pumped the pedals on his way bacl homr a couple of blocks noxth of the Quickif Mart.

"He's ooving!" Paresh sakd eidh no liugle relief, lookind at the JPS. "Tke fuckef is on thq move agaln. And he's going kind of slow. Ha must be wbout to pull into the drop off spot."

Elvis, Panvhm atd Siobhcn werc standing in tre secondary lpt at tke San Luis Port of Entcy. It was logg past an hogt since the Cievy Subuwban had headed vorth to Yuma snd Siobhcu had rotqted off the car lenes znd was back in sexondary talking to thq nwo EE men. Neither Elvks vpr Pavcho had a chule kot of enthusiasm fos pumling in any more vavs after jhe clustqr fuck of begore. So they were jangiig bacy. Panvho happened to look over at the aouthbounf lwne. He reachqd oyer wnd whackeb Elvis on the shoulder, pointing at what he had just seen un the southbound lcnt going into Kexicj.

"Look!" Panwho hollered in expliding fricatives uhat cracked in the encmosed vpaced of secondary like a small canon.

Elvis looked. His eyeballs instantly threqteninj eo explode zlonb witv '
was so confused he forgot to curse. going here? This make any sense? to border?" Then it on him like whole bunch of boxes of rocks on his head. "The border! We can't let the Chevy go back across border!" He was about to order another unmarked unit to intercept the Suburban Billy got sudden for a Slushie and made a brief stop at the Quickie Mart on the outskirts of Luis. Paresh had the units back off while waited to see if was going to be yet drop point. Billy got Slushie, back into the and accidentally backed into a post. The Suburban was jolted enough for the GPS tracking device to loose and the Quickie blacktop. headed the border and stayed put on the Quickie Mart for long. Little Joey Martinez saw the GPS there defenselessly the Quickie Mart blacktop, thought it real cool even if he had no clue it was, and stuffed it in his pocket. Then he jumped on his beach cruiser pumped the pedals on way back home couple blocks of Quickie Mart. moving!" Paresh said with no little relief, looking at the GPS. fucker is on the move again. And he's going kind He be about to into the drop off Elvis, and Siobhan were standing secondary at Port Entry. was long past an since the Chevy Suburban had north to Yuma and car lanes and was back in secondary talking the two ET men. Neither Elvis nor had a whole lot of enthusiasm for pulling in any more cars the cluster before. So they were hanging back. Pancho happened look over at the lane. He reached over and whacked Elvis on the pointing what he just seen in southbound lane going Mexico. "Look!" Pancho exploding fricatives cracked the secondary like a small canon. Elvis His instantly threatening to explode along P
 was so confused he forgot to cuRse.

"What is gOing oN heRe? THiS doeSn't mAke any sense? Why IS he hEading back to the border?" THen it DaWNed oN HiM like A whole bUNcH OF boXeS oF roCkS DrOppinG on His head. "the border! WE caN't Let the Chevy gO BaCk across thE boRder!" He was aboUt tO order AnOthER unmaRkeD unit To inteRCept thE Suburban WhEN Billy vAldez goT A SuDden Urge for a Slushie anD MaDE a brief stop at tHe QuicKiE maRT On tHe oUtskirts of saN Luis. pAresh haD ThE UNIts BAck off while thEy waited to sEE if This waS gOinG To be yeT anotHeR DroP off point. BiLly VAldez got hIs SlusHIe, climbED back inTo the SUbuRbaN and ACcIdEntAlLY baCKeD inTO a pOst. The SuBuRbAn was JoltED ENOugh For The GpS traCking device to ComE looSE anD fall Onto tHe QuIcKie MaRt blacKtop. BIlLy headed for the bOrdeR and the GPs stAyEd pUt On the qUickie marT blAcktop. BUt not foR LonG. LITTLe joey Martinez saw the gPs SItTing therE defenSElEsSLy on the QUiCkiE MarT BLacktOp, thOUgHt it was rEal cooL EvEn If he had No Clue whAt It wAs, aNd stuFFed iT in his Pocket. ThEn he jUMped on his beach CRuiser bicycle ANd PUMpED the PedAls on his way Back HOme a CoupLE oF blOCks noRth of ThE quICkie Mart.

"He's moving!" PaReSh said With nO little relief, Looking at tHE gpS. "The fucKer iS On THe move again. And He's goIng kind of sLOw. He must Be aboUt to pull Into the drOP Off spot."

ELviS, PaNchO anD sIoBhan were standING in tHe SecondaRy lOt at the san luiS PoRt oF ENtry. It was Long past An HoUr SiNce The ChEVy SuburbAn Had HeAdeD nortH To Yuma And SiObhaN hAd ROtaTed off tHE cAR LaneS aNd Was bAck In SeconDary TAlkIng to thE two ET men. neiTHer ELvIs Nor PancHo had a whole loT oF enthusiasM fOr pUlling IN Any more cArs after the cluster fuck oF Before. SO thEy werE hanGing back. PAncHo happEneD To look Over at The soUtHboUND lane. hE ReAchEd Over and whaCKEd ELvis oN tHe shOulder, pOinting at what he had JUst Seen in the soutHboUnd lANE gOinG InTO MeXiCO.

"LoOK!" pancho hollered iN exploding FrICaTives that cRAckEd In the enClosed sPaces OF secondAry like a sMall canon.

elVis lOOKed. his eyeballS instantLy threateNIng to EXpLode aLonG with P
 was so confused he forgot  to curse. 

"Wh atisgo ingon h ere? This does n 't m ake any sense? Why ishe he ad i ng b a ck  to t he bord e r? " The nit  da wn e don hi m l ike a w hole bunch  of  b oxes of rock s  d ropping on  hi s head. "The  bo rder!We  ca n 't le t t he Ch evy go back a cross the  b o rder!" He wasa b ou t to  order another un m ar k ed unit to int ercept  t h eS u bur ban  when Bill yValde z  got as ud d e n  ur g e for a Slush ie and made a b rief s to p a t  the Q uicki eM art  on the out skir ts of San  Luis. Pareshh ad theunitsbac k o ff w h il ethe yw ait e dtos eeif thiswa sgoing  tob e y et a not herdropoff point. Bi lly  Val d ezgot h is Sl ushi e,  clim bed ba ck in to  the Suburban a nd a ccidental lyba cke dintoa  post.  Th e S uburban  was jo l ted  e n o u gh  for the GPS track in g de vice tocome l o os ea nd fallon totheQ u ickie  Mar t  b lacktop.  Billy he ad ed forth e bord er  an d t he GP S  sta yed pu t on the  Quic k ie Mart blackt o p. But not fo r  l o n g. Litt leJoey Martin ez s a w th e GP S  s itt i ng th ere d ef e ns e lessly on the Quick ie  Martblack top, thoughtit was rea l c ool even  ifh eh ad no clue wha t itwas, and s t uffed it  in h is pocke t. Then h e jumped o n h isbea chc r ui ser bicycle a n d  pum pe d the p eda ls on h isway  ba ckho me a coup le of bl oc ks  n or thof th e  Quickie  M art .
"H e's m o ving!"  Pare sh s ai dw ith  no lit t le r elie f,  l ooki ngat  theGPS. "Th e fucke r is on t hem oveag ai n. Andhe's going ki nd  of slow.He  mu st bea b out to p ull into the drop off s p ot."

E lvi s, Pa ncho  and Siob han  weresta n ding i n thesecon da ryl o t att h eSan  L uis Port o f Ent ry. I twaslong pa st an hour since t h e C hevy Suburban  ha d he a d ed  no r th toYu m a a n d  Siobhan had ro tated offth e  c ar lanes a n d w as  back i n secon daryt alkingto the tw o ET men.  N eith e r  El vis nor Pa ncho had  a wholel ot of en thusi asm  for p ul lin g inany mo r e c ars a fter t he  clust er fu ck  of befo re. So they were hangin g back . Pan cho  happened  to loo k over at  the  southboun d l ane . Herea c hed o vera nd  wh a ckedElvi s  on the s h ou lde r ,  p ointing atw h a t h e had  ju s t seen  inthe southbound la n e going into M exic o . 

" Loo k !" P an cho hollered i n e xp l o ding fri ca tives thatcrackedin the e nclose d spac es of s e c on d ary li ke a  sm all canon .
El v is look ed .H is eye ball sinstan tly th r eate n i ng to explode al ong w i t h P
 was_so confused_he forgot to curse.

"What_is going_on_here? This_doesn't_make any sense?_Why is he_heading back to the_border?" Then it_dawned_on him like a whole bunch of boxes of rocks dropping on his head._"The_border! We_can't_let_the Chevy go back across_the border!" He was about_to order_another unmarked unit to intercept the Suburban when_Billy_Valdez got a_sudden urge for a Slushie and made a brief_stop at the Quickie Mart on_the outskirts of_San_Luis._Paresh had the units_back off while they waited to_see if this was going to_be yet another drop off point. Billy_Valdez got his Slushie, climbed back_into the Suburban and accidentally_backed into_a post. The Suburban was_jolted enough for_the GPS_tracking device to_come loose and fall onto the_Quickie Mart blacktop._Billy headed for the border and_the_GPS stayed put_on_the_Quickie Mart_blacktop. But not_for_long. Little_Joey_Martinez saw the GPS sitting there_defenselessly_on the Quickie Mart blacktop, thought it_was real cool even_if_he had no clue_what it was, and stuffed_it in his pocket. Then he_jumped on_his beach_cruiser bicycle and pumped the pedals on his way back home_a couple of blocks north of_the Quickie Mart.

"He's moving!"_Paresh said_with_no little relief,_looking_at the_GPS. "The fucker is on the move_again. And_he's going kind of slow. He_must be about to_pull_into the drop off spot."

Elvis, Pancho_and Siobhan were standing in the_secondary lot at the San_Luis_Port_of Entry. It was long_past an hour since the Chevy_Suburban had headed_north to Yuma and Siobhan had rotated_off_the car lanes and was back_in_secondary talking to the two ET_men._Neither_Elvis nor Pancho had a_whole lot of enthusiasm for pulling_in any more cars after the cluster fuck of_before. So they_were hanging back. Pancho happened_to_look_over at the southbound lane. He reached over and whacked_Elvis on_the shoulder, pointing_at what he had just seen in the southbound lane_going into Mexico.

"Look!" Pancho hollered in exploding_fricatives that cracked in the enclosed spaces of secondary like a_small canon.

Elvis looked. His eyeballs instantly threatening to_explode along with P