 scowled, having already mentally drawn up the report he was going to write ratting out the ET team for falsifying a seizure and hopefully getting them in deep Customs and Border Protection trouble. If not to Tony, the idea was OK with Wade Baron.

Though Wade, who wasn't much into exercising and was out of shape, wasn't so sure of it later on when they had to break down all four tires on the pickup and remove the 250 pounds of marijuana crammed in them. And in the San Luis heat, which hardly backed off even in the middle of the night. A place which Elvis thought would be better named Hell Town or Frying Pan City than something as misleading as the name of some far off European saint who has absolutely frickin' zero to do with the deep fried place. By the end of their Chevy Silverado marijuana San Luis steam bath adventure Wade Baron agreed 1000 percent with that attitude. And he would be giving some downright serious consideration to going on some kind of exercise program. Either that or a transfer to Montana or North Dakota where steam baths were located indoors. Or better yet, make a career change to the potentially lucrative methane production business on Uncle Grotius' Nebraska pig farm.

Elvis climbed into the Silverado and started it up while Pancho walked back to the enclosed search compound where the tire breakdown tool and the hydraulic lift were, hidden from public scrutiny by plastic screening over the metal framework of the compound. Management's idea being that the smugglers wouldn't be able to see what the officers were doing with their load car. Never mind that the very fact the officers took the car into the search compound in the first place was like putting a huge You're Busted sign over the search compound gates. Pancho pulled open those gates and guided Elvis as he drove the Silverado onto the ramps of the hydraulic lift. Wade Baron stood nearby watching, anxious for his chance to get a hands on experience with discovering smuggled drugs. A chance, being mostly clueless even if a nice guy, Wade rarely got. In fact very, very rarely. OK. All right. More than that. So this was the first one. But he'd read about a whole bunch of them in the computerized seizure narratives.

Pancho suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking around him in confusion. "Elvis," he said. "The breakdown tool. It's not here." Just then Supervisor Tony Rivera came lumbering up, looking to
scowled, having already mentally drawn up the report he was going to spell fink out the ET team for falsifying a seizure and hopefully getting them in thick Customs and Border Protection trouble. If not to Tony, the idea was all right with Wade Baron. 

 Though Wade, who wasn't much into exercising and was out of shape, wasn't thus sure of it later along when they had to break down all four tires on the pickup and absent the 250 pounds of marijuana crammed in them. And in the San Luis heat, which hardly backed off even in the center of the night. A place which Elvis thought would be well named Hell Town or Frying Pan City than something equally misleading as the name of some far off European ideal who has absolutely frickin' zero to do with the deep fried place. By the end of their Chevy Silverado marijuana San Luis steam bathtub adventure Wade Baron agreed 1000 percent with that attitude. And he would be giving some downright serious consideration to going on some kind of exercise program. Either that or a transfer to Montana or North Dakota where steam baths were located indoors. Or better yet, make a career change to the potentially lucrative methane production commercial enterprise on Uncle Grotius' Nebraska pig farm. 

 Elvis climbed into the Silverado and start it up while Pancho walk back to the enclosed search compound where the tire breakdown tool and the hydraulic elevation were, shroud from public scrutiny by plastic cover over the metal framework of the compound. Management's idea being that the smugglers wouldn't be able to see what the officers were doing with their load car. Never mind that the very fact the officers take the car into the search compound in the inaugural place was like putting a huge You're Busted sign over the search compound gates. Pancho pull open those gates and guided Elvis as he drive the Silverado onto the ramp of the hydraulic lift. Wade Baron stood nearby watch, anxious for his chance to make a hands on experience with detect smuggled drug. A chance, being mostly clueless even if a nice guy, Wade rarely got. In fact very, very rarely. OK. wholly right. More than that. So this was the first one. But he'd understand about a unharmed bunch of them in the computerized capture narratives. 

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thoUgh Wade, who waSn't Much inTo ExeRCisinG anD was oUt of shAPe, wasn'T so sure of It LAter on WHen they HAD tO breAk down all four tireS On THe pickup and remOve the 250 PoUNdS OF maRijUana crammeD iN them. aNd in the sAn lUIS heAT, which hardly bAcked off eveN In tHe middLe Of tHE night. a placE wHIch elvis thoughT wouLd be betteR named hEll Town OR Frying pan CitY thAn sOmetHInG aS miSlEAdiNG aS thE NamE of some fAr OfF EuroPean SAINT who Has AbsoLutelY frickin' zero tO do With THe dEep frIed plAce. BY tHe end Of theiR ChevY SIlverado marijuaNa SaN Luis steaM baTh AdvEnTure WADe BaroN agReeD 1000 percenT with thAT atTiTUDE. ANd he would be giving sOmE DOwNright seRious cONsIdERation to GoIng On soME Kind oF exeRCiSe prograM. EitheR ThAt Or a tranSfEr to MoNtAna Or NOrth DAKota Where sTeam bathS were LOcated indoors. OR Better yet, make A CaREEr CHangE to The potentiaLly lUCratIve mEThAne PRoducTion bUsINeSS on Uncle Grotius' NebrAsKa pig fArm.

ElVis climbed intO the SilverADO And startEd it UP wHIle Pancho walkeD back To the encloSEd search CompoUnd where The tire brEAKdown tooL anD thE hyDraULIc Lift were, hiddeN FRom pUbLic scruTinY by plasTic ScrEenIng OvEr the metaL framewoRk Of ThE cOmpOund. MANagement'S iDea BeIng That tHE smuggLers wOuldN't Be ABle To see whAT tHE OffiCeRs Were DoiNg With tHeir LOad Car. NeveR mind that The VEry fAcT tHe officErs took the car InTo the searcH cOmpOund in THE first plAce was like putting a huge YOU're BustEd sIgn ovEr thE search coMpoUnd gatEs. PANcho puLled opEn thoSe GatES And guIDEd elvIs As he drove tHE silVeradO oNto tHe ramps Of the hydraulic lift. wAde baron stood neaRby WatcHINg, AnxIOuS For HiS ChaNCE to get a hands on eXperience wItH DiScovering sMUggLeD drugs. A Chance, bEing mOStly cluEless even If a nice guY, WAde rAREly Got. In fact vEry, very rArely. OK. AlL Right. mOrE than ThaT. So thiS wAs tHe firSt one. BUT he'D read About a WhOle bunCh of tHeM in the coMputerized seizure narratIves.

PaNcho sUddEnly stoppEd iN His Tracks, looKing Around him iN coNfuSion. "ELviS," He saiD. "The BReAkdOWn tooL. It's NOt here." JusT ThEn SUPErVisor Tony RiVERA caMe lumBerINg up, loOkinG to
 scowled, having already m entally dr awn u p t here port  hewas going to w r iteratting out the ET tea m for  f a lsif y in g a s eizurea nd h ope fu ll y g et t in g the m i n deepCustoms an d B or der Protecti o ntrouble. I f n ot to Tony,the  ideawa s O K  with  Wa de Ba ron.
T houghWade, who  w a sn't m u ch into e xe rcis ing and was out o f  s h ape, wasn't so  sureof it l ate r o n when the yhad t o  breakd ow n a llf our tires onthe pickupa ndremove  t he2 50 pou nds o fm ari juana cramm ed i n them. A nd int he SanL uis hea t, whi chhar dlyb ac ke d o ff eve n  i n t h e m iddle of  t he  nigh t. A p l a ce w hic h El vis t hought wouldbebett e r n amedHellTown  o r Fry ing Pa n Cit ythan somethingas m isleading  as  t hena me of some f aroff  Europe an sain t  wh oh a s  a bsolutely frickin'  z e r oto do wi th the de ep fried pl ac e.By t h e  endof t h ei r ChevySilver a do  m arijuan aSan Lu is  st eam  bath adve ntureWade Bar on ag r eed 1000 perce n t with that a t ti t u de .  And  he  would be g ivin g  som e do w nr igh t  seri ous c on s id e ration to going onso me kin d ofexercise prog ram. Eithe r t hat or a  tra n sf e r to Montana o r Nor th Dakotaw here ste am ba ths were  locatedi n doors. O r b ett eryet , ma ke a career c h a ngeto  the po ten tiallyluc rat ive  me th ane produ ction bu si ne ss  o n U ncleG rotius'Ne bra sk a p ig fa r m.

El vis c limb ed  i n tothe Sil v er a d o an dst arte d i tup wh ileP anc ho walk ed back t o t h e en cl os ed sear ch compound w he re the tir ebre akdown t ool andthe hydraulic lift were ,  hidden  fr om pu blic  scrutiny  by  plast ics creeni ng ove r the  m eta l frame w o rk  of  t he compoun d .  Ma nagem en t'sidea be ing that the smugg l ers  wouldn't beabl e to s ee  wh a tt heof f ice r s  were doing wit h their lo ad ca r. Never m i ndth at thevery fa ct th e  office rs took t he car in to  the s ear ch compoun d in the  first pl a ce wa s  l ike p utt ing ahu geYou'r e Bust e d s ign o ver th esearch  comp ou nd gates . Pancho pulled open th ose ga tes a ndguided El vis ashe drovetheSilveradoont o t he ra mps of th e hy d ra uli c  lift . Wa d e Baron s t oo d n e a rb y watching, a n xio us fo r h i s chan ce t o get a hands one xperience with  dis c o ver ing smug gl ed drugs. A ch anc e, b eing mos tl y cluelesseven ifan ice g uy, Wa de rar ely got . In fact v ery,  ve ry rarely . O K. All rig ht .M ore th an t ha t. Sothis w a s th e first one. But h e'd r e a d abo u t a  whol ebunch o f  the m in the c omputerized  seizu re n arrat ives.
Pa ncho s udd en ly stopped in his tr acks,  lookin garou ndhim in  con f u sion.  "El vi s,"  he said. " Th e  b re a kdo wn t ool.It 's n ot here." Just the n S u perviso rTon y Rivera ca m e  lumbering  up , loo k i ng to
 scowled,_having already_mentally drawn up the_report he_was_going to_write_ratting out the_ET team for_falsifying a seizure and_hopefully getting them_in_deep Customs and Border Protection trouble. If not to Tony, the idea was OK_with_Wade Baron.

Though_Wade,_who_wasn't much into exercising and_was out of shape, wasn't_so sure_of it later on when they had to_break_down all four_tires on the pickup and remove the 250 pounds_of marijuana crammed in them. And_in the San_Luis_heat,_which hardly backed off_even in the middle of the_night. A place which Elvis thought_would be better named Hell Town or_Frying Pan City than something as_misleading as the name of_some far_off European saint who has_absolutely frickin' zero_to do_with the deep_fried place. By the end of_their Chevy Silverado_marijuana San Luis steam bath adventure_Wade_Baron agreed 1000_percent_with_that attitude._And he would_be_giving some_downright_serious consideration to going on some_kind_of exercise program. Either that or a_transfer to Montana or_North_Dakota where steam baths_were located indoors. Or better_yet, make a career change to_the potentially_lucrative methane_production business on Uncle Grotius' Nebraska pig farm.

Elvis climbed into the_Silverado and started it up while_Pancho walked back to_the enclosed_search_compound where the_tire_breakdown tool_and the hydraulic lift were, hidden from_public scrutiny_by plastic screening over the metal_framework of the compound._Management's_idea being that the smugglers wouldn't_be able to see what the_officers were doing with their_load_car._Never mind that the very_fact the officers took the car_into the search_compound in the first place was like_putting_a huge You're Busted sign over_the_search compound gates. Pancho pulled open_those_gates_and guided Elvis as he_drove the Silverado onto the ramps_of the hydraulic lift. Wade Baron stood nearby watching,_anxious for his_chance to get a hands_on_experience_with discovering smuggled drugs. A chance, being mostly clueless even_if a_nice guy, Wade_rarely got. In fact very, very rarely. OK. All right._More than that. So this was the_first one. But he'd read about a whole bunch of them_in the computerized seizure narratives.

Pancho suddenly stopped in_his tracks, looking around him in confusion._"Elvis," he said. "The_breakdown_tool. It's not here." Just then Supervisor_Tony_Rivera_came_lumbering up, looking_to