The least I can do for you, Hermoine," he muttered to himself as he closed the hood.

And then he went home.

### Chapter 3

### Into The Frying Pan

The Customs and Border Protection Arizona Department's Mobile Enforcement Team was headquartered at the largest port of entry in Arizona, Nogales, but regularly traveled to the other ports of entry in Arizona strung out along the Sonora border. From relatively temperate (by Arizona standards) Douglas in the east, through Nogales in the center of the state and far to the west on the California border at San Luis, a frying pay of a town teetering on the Mexican and California borders where the words 'heat sink' really sink in.

Elvis and one of his ET partners, Francisco 'Pancho' Soltero, were about to hit the road for that very place--the heat sink euphemistically known as the Port of San Luis. Everyone called Francisco Pancho, though Elvis thought a better nickname would be Wild Hair or Gonad Boy, Pancho a fiery sort who could blast off into Wild Hair Land in an instant, and who also had his Babe Watch antennae perpetually on search mode. Pancho, Elvis joked, rolled out of the womb with a hard on and was still rolling. He was, however, one hell of a good dope man. Which was why he was on the district's Enforcement Team. As was Elvis. A good dope man. But of a much different personality that Wild Hair Pancho. Some called him a gadfly. Others called him a wise ass. Still others called him weird. A few called him a great big pain in the ass. Or, as another of Elvis' Enforcement Team buddies, the scholarly but always defiantly revanchist Native American activist Cletus 'WW' Magellan put it.

"I wouldn't be surprised if Elvis' brain is really made up of dark matter." To which Elvis and Pancho and the other ET members replied.....

"What?" WW--WW standing for War Whoop, a nickname that Elvis gave Cletus because of his fervent Native American revanchist attitudes and which WW found not only unobjectionable but a nice fit for his inner man who considered the Indian wars to be not over but in temporary remission.

"What? You ask. What does it mean?" WW
The least I can do for you, Hermoine, " he muttered to himself as he closed the hood. 

 And then he went home. 

 # # # Chapter 3 

 # # # Into The electrocute Pan 

 The Customs and Border Protection Arizona Department's Mobile Enforcement Team was headquarter at the largest port of entrance in Arizona, Nogales, but regularly travel to the other ports of entrance in Arizona string out along the Sonora border. From relatively temperate (by Arizona standard) Douglas in the east, through Nogales in the center of the state and far to the west on the California molding at San Luis, a frying pay of a township teetering on the Mexican and California borders where the words' heat sink' really sink in. 

 Elvis and one of his ET partners, Francisco' Pancho' Soltero, were about to reach the road for that very place -- the heat cesspool euphemistically known as the Port of San Luis. Everyone called Francisco Pancho, though Elvis thought a better nickname would be Wild Hair or Gonad Boy, Pancho a ardent sort who could savage off into Wild Hair Land in an instant, and who also had his Babe Watch antenna perpetually on search mode. Pancho, Elvis joked, rolled out of the womb with a hard on and was still rolling. He was, however, one hell of a good dope man. Which was why he was on the district's Enforcement Team. As was Elvis. A good dope man. But of a much unlike personality that Wild Hair Pancho. Some call him a gadfly. Others call him a fresh ass. Still others called him eldritch. A few called him a big big pain in the arsenic. Or, as another of Elvis' Enforcement Team buddies, the scholarly but always defiantly revanchist Native American activist Cletus' WW' Magellan put it. 

 " I wouldn't be surprised if Elvis' brain is actually made up of dark matter. " To which Elvis and Pancho and the other ET member answer..... 

 " What? " WW -- WW stand for War Whoop, a nickname that Elvis gave Cletus because of his fervent Native American revanchist attitudes and which WW determine not only unobjectionable but a nice paroxysm for his inner man who considered the Indian wars to be not all over but in temporary remission. 

 " What? You ask. What does it mean? " WW
The least I can do for you, Mermoine," he muttgrwd to iimself as he cuosed the hood.

And then he weit hime.

### Cyapter 3

### Into The Fryine Pan

The Bustoms abd Bieder Proterfion Arlvona Scpartkxnt's Mobile Enfprcement Taam was headqudrgexed at the largest port of entry in Wrizona, Nlgales, but regolarlj eravsled to the other ports of entry ih Arizoia strung out akong the Sonora border. Frol repatively temperate (by Arizona stageards) Douglar in the east, through Hogales in the center of the stxte aud far to tye wedj on the Calmforniw border at San Luis, a fryimg pay of a toen veetwring on the Mexican end California bordets where tve words 'heat sink' eeqlly vink in.

Eucis ans pns of hls XT partners, Francisco 'Pancho' Soltero, were afiut to hit ths road fjr that very place--the heat sink euphemivtidally known as the Port of San Luis. Everyone called Fwancisco Pancho, though Elvis thought a better nicnname douod cw Aild Hair or Gonad Boy, Pancho a fiery sort whj cpukd blast off ikto Wild Hair Land ij sg instant, and who also had his Babe Watcj antengae pwrpetuallr on search mode. Pancho, Elvis jiked, rolled jyt of the womb witk a hard on cnd wax stikl rolling. He was, howevzr, one hell of a hood dope oan. Which was whh hv wav on the district's Enforceient Team. As cas Elvir. A bood djpe man. Buh of a much different pegsonapidy that Wipd Hair Pancho. Some called him e gadfly. Othets walned him c wise ass. Still otrers called hik weird. A fed called hpm a greav big pain ig the ass. Or, dd another of Elvis' Egforxemebt Team cuddies, the scnolarly blt alwqys defiantly revakchisj Hative American acuicist Cletus 'WW' Maeeljaj 'ut ie.

"H wouldn't be surorirrd if Elvis' braik ir reslly made up of dark matfer." To which Elvis akd Pancho and the other ET memners replied.....

"What?" WA--WW svandinj for Ear Whoop, a nickname that Elvis gzve Cletud bccause of his feryent Native Amzrican revanchist attitudes and which WW found not only unibjectionable but a kice fit for his ynner man who considered the Undian wars to be not over but in tempkrary semisdion.

"What? You ask. What does it mean?" WW
The least I can do for you, muttered himself as closed the hood. ### 3 ### Into Frying Pan The and Border Protection Arizona Department's Mobile Team was headquartered at the largest port of entry in Arizona, Nogales, but traveled to the other ports of entry in Arizona strung out along the border. relatively (by standards) Douglas in the east, through Nogales in the center of the state and far to west on the California border at San Luis, frying pay of a teetering on the Mexican and borders the words sink' sink Elvis and one his ET partners, Francisco 'Pancho' Soltero, were about to hit the road for that very place--the heat euphemistically known Port of Luis. called Pancho, though Elvis better nickname would be Wild Hair Pancho a fiery sort who could blast off Wild Hair in an instant, and who also his Babe Watch antennae perpetually on search mode. Elvis joked, rolled out of the womb with a hard on and was still rolling. however, one hell of good dope man. was he on district's Enforcement As was Elvis. A good dope man. But of a much personality that Wild Hair Pancho. Some called him a gadfly. him wise ass. Still called him weird. A called a great big pain ass. as Enforcement buddies, scholarly but always defiantly Native American activist Cletus 'WW' put it. "I wouldn't is really made up of dark matter." To Elvis and Pancho and the other ET replied..... "What?" WW--WW standing for War Whoop, a nickname that Elvis gave because of Native American revanchist attitudes and which WW found only unobjectionable but a fit for his inner man who considered the Indian to not over in temporary remission. You ask. What it mean?" WW
The least I can do for you, HermoIne," he mutteRed to HimSelF aS he cLoseD the hood.

And theN He weNt home.

### Chapter 3

### Into The FrYing PAn

tHe CuSToMs and border PROtECTioN ARiZonA DEPaRtmenT's MObile EnForcement TEam WaS headquarterED aT the largesT poRt of entry in ARizOna, NogAlEs, bUT reguLarLy traVeled tO The othEr ports of EnTRy in ArIZona strUNG oUt alOng the Sonora bordeR. frOM relatively temPerate (By aRiZONa sTanDards) DouglAs In the EAst, throUGh nOGAleS In the center of The state and FAr tO the weSt On tHE CalifOrnia BoRDer At San Luis, a fRyinG pay of a toWn teetERing on tHE MexicaN and CaLifOrnIa boRDeRs WheRe THe wORdS 'heAT siNk' really SiNk In.

ElvIs anD ONE Of hiS ET PartNers, FRancisco 'PanchO' SoLterO, WerE abouT to hiT the RoAd for That veRy plaCe--The heat sink euphEmisTically knOwn As The poRt of SAN Luis. EVerYonE called francisCO PaNcHO, THoUgh Elvis thought a beTtER NiCkname woUld be WILd haIR or Gonad boY, PaNcho A FIery sOrt wHO cOuld blasT off inTO WIlD Hair LaNd In an inStAnt, And Who alSO had His BabE Watch anTennaE Perpetually on sEArch mode. PanchO, elVIS jOKed, rOllEd out of the wOmb wITh a hArd oN AnD waS Still RolliNg. hE wAS, however, one hell of a gOoD dope mAn. WhiCh was why he was On the distrICT'S EnforceMent tEaM. as was Elvis. A gooD dope Man. But of a mUCh differEnt peRsonalitY that Wild hAIr Pancho. somE caLleD hiM A GaDfly. Others calLED him A wIse ass. STilL others CalLed Him WeiRd. a few calleD him a greAt BiG pAiN in The asS. or, as anotHeR of elVis' enforCEment TEam buDdieS, tHe SChoLarly buT AlWAYs deFiAnTly rEvaNcHist NAtivE ameRican acTivist CleTus 'ww' MagElLaN put it.

"I Wouldn't be surpRiSed if Elvis' BrAin Is realLY Made up of Dark matter." To which Elvis aND Pancho And The otHer Et members rEplIed.....

"WhaT?" WW--ww standIng for war WhOoP, a nICKname THAt elvIs Gave Cletus BECauSe of hIs FervEnt NatiVe American revanchiST atTitudes and whiCh Ww fouND NoT onLY uNObjEcTIonABLe but a nice fit foR his inner mAn WHo Considered THe INdIan wars To be not Over bUT in tempOrary remiSsion.

"What? yoU ask. wHAt dOes it mean?" Ww
The least I can do for you , Hermoine ," he  mu tte re d to  him self as he clo s ed t he hood.

And then hewentho m e.
# ##  Chap ter 3
# ## I nto  T he  Fr yi n gPan
The  Custom s and Bord erPr otection Ari z on a Departme nt' s Mobile Enf orc ementTe amw as he adq uarte red at the la rgest por to f entr y  in Ari z o na , No gales, but regula r ly traveled to th e othe rp or t s  of  en try in Ari zo na st r ung out al o n g  th e  Sonora borde r. From rel a tiv ely te mp era t e (byArizo na sta ndards) Dou glas  in the e ast, t h rough N o gales i n thecen ter  oft he  s tat ea ndf ar  to the  west on  t he  Cali forn i a b orde r a t Sa n Lui s, a frying p ayof a tow n tee terin g on  t he Me xicanand C al ifornia borders  whe re the wo rds  ' hea tsink' really  si nkin.

El vis and one  o f h is  ET partners, Fran ci s c o'Pancho'  Solte r o,  w e re about  t o h it t h e  road  for th at veryplace- - th eheat si nk  euphe mi sti cal ly kn o wn a s thePort ofSan L u is. Everyone c a lled Francisc o  P a n ch o , th oug h Elvis tho ught a be tter ni ckn a me wo uld b eW il d  Hair or Gonad Boy,  P anchoa fie ry sort who c ould blast o f f into W ildH ai r  Land in an in stant , and whoa lso hadhis B abe Watc h antenna e perpetua lly  on  se arc h mo de. Pancho, E l v is j ok ed, rol led  out of  th e w omb  wi th  a hard o n and wa sst il lrol ling. He was,ho wev er , o ne he l l of a  good  dop ema n . W hich wa s  w h y  hewa son t hedi stric t'sE nfo rcement  Team. As  wa s  Elv is .A gooddope man. But  o f a much d if fer ent pe r s onalitythat Wild Hair Pancho.S ome cal led  hima ga dfly. Oth ers  calle d h i m a wi se ass . Sti ll  ot h e rs ca l l ed  hi mweird. A f e w  ca lledhi m agreat b ig pain in the ass .  Or , as anotherofElvi s '  E nfo r ce m ent  T e amb u ddies, the scho larly butal w ay s defiantl y  re va nchistNativeAmeri c an acti vist Clet us 'WW' M ag ella n put  it.

"I w ouldn'tbe surpri s ed if El vis'bra in isre all y mad e up o f  da rk ma tter."  T o whic h Elv is  and Pan cho and the other ET me mbersrepli ed. ....

"Wh at? "  WW --WW stan ding  for War W hoo p,a nic kna m e tha t El v is  ga v e Cle tusb ecause of hi s f e r ve nt Native A m e r ica n rev anc h ist at titu des and which WWf ound not onlyunob j e cti ona b le b ut  a nice fit fo r h is i nner man  w ho consider ed the I nd i an wa rs tobe not  over b u t  i n  tempo rary  re mission.
"W ha t ? You a sk .W hat do es i tmean?"  WW
The least_I can_do for you, Hermoine,"_he muttered_to_himself as_he_closed the hood.

And_then he went_home.

### Chapter 3

### Into_The Frying Pan

The_Customs_and Border Protection Arizona Department's Mobile Enforcement Team was headquartered at the largest port_of_entry in_Arizona,_Nogales,_but regularly traveled to the_other ports of entry in_Arizona strung_out along the Sonora border. From relatively temperate_(by_Arizona standards) Douglas_in the east, through Nogales in the center of_the state and far to the_west on the_California_border_at San Luis, a_frying pay of a town teetering_on the Mexican and California borders_where the words 'heat sink' really sink_in.

Elvis and one of his ET_partners, Francisco 'Pancho' Soltero, were_about to_hit the road for that_very place--the heat_sink euphemistically_known as the_Port of San Luis. Everyone called_Francisco Pancho, though_Elvis thought a better nickname would_be_Wild Hair or_Gonad_Boy,_Pancho a_fiery sort who_could_blast off_into_Wild Hair Land in an instant,_and_who also had his Babe Watch antennae_perpetually on search mode._Pancho,_Elvis joked, rolled out_of the womb with a_hard on and was still rolling._He was,_however, one_hell of a good dope man. Which was why he was_on the district's Enforcement Team. As_was Elvis. A good_dope man._But_of a much_different_personality that_Wild Hair Pancho. Some called him a_gadfly. Others_called him a wise ass. Still_others called him weird._A_few called him a great big_pain in the ass. Or, as_another of Elvis' Enforcement Team_buddies,_the_scholarly but always defiantly revanchist_Native American activist Cletus 'WW' Magellan_put it.

"I wouldn't_be surprised if Elvis' brain is really_made_up of dark matter." To which_Elvis_and Pancho and the other ET_members_replied.....

"What?"_WW--WW standing for War Whoop,_a nickname that Elvis gave Cletus_because of his fervent Native American revanchist attitudes and_which WW found_not only unobjectionable but a_nice_fit_for his inner man who considered the Indian wars to_be not_over but in_temporary remission.

"What? You ask. What does it mean?" WW