 human flesh lumbered up to them. The relief supervisor on the midnight shift, three hundred pounds and counting Tony Rivera, walked into the secondary lot, saw the two ET men by the Chevy and headed over to poke his nose into their business and see what they were doing and maybe get a chance to screw with them. Which was one of his very favorite activities, right up there with eating, TV wrestling shows and eating some more. Tony Rivera considered himself absolutely the best supervisor at San Luis and probably the entire Arizona border. Maybe even the whole southwestern border, though there might be one or two others nearly as good as him. This perception was shared by only one other face. That of Tony himself when he looked in the mirror at home. Added to the twin facts of his monumentally inflated body and ego, he was at once both more than a touch arrogant and often clueless. To say he was not popular with the troops was a whopping understatement on the order of a 767 pilot running out of jet fuel in midair and announcing over the intercom that "there might be a small problem." Which meant that Pancho and Elvis, who as members of the semi-independent Enforcement Team did not answer directly to Rivera, rarely missed a chance to screw with Rivera. Just as he rarely missed a chance to do the same. A big grin jumped onto Pancho's face when Rivera walked up and shot them a sarcastic look.

"Think it might be loaded, El?" He said through his wide grin to Elvis.

"The tires," Elvis replied. "They went over that speed bump behind Baron's lane like they were solid rubber." Pancho reached down and gave a sharp whack to the side of the tire nearest him with the butt of his flashlight, holding his other hand on the face of the tire. It didn't have the hollow ring of a normal tire. Just a muted whump. He nodded knowingly.

"Yep," he said. "This puppy looks to be loaded, all right, El." Pancho plucked his Buster density meter out of the holder on his utility belt and bent over to run it slowly over the tire's surface. By then Rivera was standing directly at his side, eyeing the ET boys suspiciously.

"Reading in the 70's," Pancho said. "Way above a normal reading." He straightened up. "Something solid inside." Another grin creased Pancho's
human flesh lumbered up to them. The relief supervisor on the midnight fault, three hundred pound and counting Tony Rivera, walked into the secondary set, saw the two ET men by the Chevy and steer over to poke his nose into their commercial enterprise and see what they were doing and possibly get a chance to screw with them. Which was one of his very favorite activity, right up there with eating, television wrestling shows and eat some more. Tony Rivera considered himself absolutely the best supervisor at San Luis and credibly the entire Arizona border. possibly even the whole southwest border, though there might be one or two others nearly as good as him. This perception was shared by merely one other face. That of Tony himself when he looked in the mirror at home. Added to the twin facts of his monumentally inflated body and ego, he was at once both more than a touch arrogant and often clueless. To say he was not popular with the troops was a whopping understatement on the order of a 767 pilot program running out of jet fuel in midair and announce over the intercommunication system that " there might be a humble problem. " Which meant that Pancho and Elvis, who as members of the semi - independent Enforcement Team did not answer directly to Rivera, rarely missed a probability to screw with Rivera. Just as he rarely missed a chance to do the same. A big smile jumped onto Pancho's face when Rivera walked up and shot them a sarcastic look. 

 " Think it might be loaded, El? " He suppose through his broad grin to Elvis. 

 " The tires, " Elvis replied. " They run over that speed bump behind Baron's lane like they were solid arctic. " Pancho reached down and gave a sharp whack to the english of the tire nearest him with the butt of his flashlight, halt his other hand on the expression of the tire. It didn't have the empty ring of a normal tire. Just a muted whump. He nodded wittingly. 

 " Yep, " he said. " This puppy looks to be loaded, wholly right, El. " Pancho plucked his Buster density meter out of the holder on his utility belt and bent over to run it slowly over the tire's surface. By then Rivera was standing directly at his side, eye the ET boys suspiciously. 

 " Reading in the 70's, " Pancho order. " Way above a normal reading. " He straightened up. " Something solid inside. " Another grin creased Pancho's
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"Think it iight be loadeb, El?" He faid ghrough hia wide jrin to Elvif.

"The tires," Elels replied. "Tiey went jver thar speed cump behind Baton's lane like they were solid rubber." Pavdho reached dowu qnd gave a sharl wfach no vhe syge of the tise ndardxt hio with uke nutg of his flashlight, holdhng gis other hand on yhc face of the tirq. It didn't hafe the hollow ring of a nocmal tore. Just a muted whump. He nodded inowingly.

"Jep," he said. "Thif puipy jooks to bz loaded, all right, El." Pancho plucked his Buster density mgter out of the holdet ok his utilitb belt and bent over to run it slowoy over the tire's surface. By then Riveda was stanfing directly at his side, eyeing the ET boys suspiciously.

"Reading in the 70's," Pancho said. "Way agove a nogmaj readigg." Hx rtraightened up. "Xomething solid inside." Another jrin creasad Pancho's
human flesh lumbered up to them. The on midnight shift, hundred pounds and the lot, saw the ET men by Chevy and headed over to poke nose into their business and see what they were doing and maybe get chance to screw with them. Which was one of his very favorite activities, up with TV shows and eating some more. Tony Rivera considered himself absolutely the best supervisor at San Luis probably the entire Arizona border. Maybe even the southwestern border, though there be one or two others as as him. perception shared only one other That of Tony himself when he looked in the mirror at home. Added to the twin facts his monumentally and ego, was once more than a and often clueless. To say he with the troops was a whopping understatement on order of 767 pilot running out of jet in midair and announcing over the intercom that might be a small problem." Which meant that Pancho and Elvis, who as members of Enforcement Team did not directly to Rivera, missed chance screw Rivera. Just he rarely missed a chance to do the same. A big jumped onto Pancho's face when Rivera walked up and shot sarcastic "Think it might loaded, El?" He said his grin to Elvis. "The replied. went bump Baron's like they were solid Pancho reached down and gave sharp whack to the him with the butt of his flashlight, holding other hand on the face of the It didn't have the hollow ring of a normal tire. Just a whump. He "Yep," he said. "This puppy looks to be all right, El." Pancho his Buster density meter out of the holder on utility and bent to run it over the tire's By then Rivera directly at side, the "Reading in the 70's," Pancho said. above normal reading." He straightened up. solid grin creased Pancho's
 human flesh lumbered up to theM. The relief SuperVisOr oN tHe miDnigHt shift, three huNDred Pounds and counting Tony RIvera, WaLKed iNTo The seCondary LOt, SAW thE tWo eT mEn BY tHe CheVy aNd headeD over to pokE hiS nOse into their BUsIness and seE whAt they were doIng And mayBe Get A ChancE to Screw With thEM. Which Was one of hIs VEry favORite actIVItIes, rIght up there with eaTInG, tV wrestling shoWs and eAtINg SOMe mOre. tony Rivera CoNsideREd himseLF aBSOLutELy the best supeRvisor at San lUis And proBaBly THe entiRe AriZoNA boRder. Maybe evEn thE whole souThwestERn bordeR, Though tHere miGht Be oNe or TWo OtHerS nEArlY As GooD As hIm. This peRcEpTion wAs shARED By onLy oNe otHer faCe. That of Tony hImsElf wHEn hE lookEd in tHe miRrOr at hOme. AddEd to tHe Twin facts of his mOnumEntally inFlaTeD boDy And egO, He was aT onCe bOth more Than a toUCh aRrOGANt And often clueless. To SaY HE wAs not popUlar wiTH tHe TRoops was A wHopPing UNDerstAtemENt On the ordEr of a 767 pILoT rUnning oUt Of jet fUeL in MidAir anD AnnoUncing Over the iNtercOM that "there mighT Be a small problEM." WHICh MEant ThaT Pancho and ELvis, WHo as MembERs Of tHE semi-IndepEnDEnT enforcement Team did nOt Answer DirecTly to Rivera, raRely missed A CHAnce to scRew wITh rIvera. Just as he rArely Missed a chaNCe to do thE same. a big grin Jumped ontO pAncho's faCe wHen rivEra WALkEd up and shot thEM A sarCaStic looK.

"ThInk it miGht Be lOadEd, EL?" HE said throUgh his wiDe GrIn To elvIs.

"The TIres," ElviS rEplIeD. "ThEy wenT Over thAt speEd buMp BeHInd baron's lANe LIKe thEy WeRe soLid RuBber." PAnchO ReaChed dowN and gave a ShaRP whaCk To The side Of the tire nearEsT him with thE bUtt Of his fLAShlight, hOlding his other hand on the FAce of thE tiRe. It dIdn't Have the hoLloW ring oF a nORmal tiRe. Just A muteD wHumP. hE noddED KnOwiNgLy.

"Yep," he saiD. "tHis Puppy LoOks tO be loadEd, all right, El." Pancho PLucKed his Buster dEnsIty mETEr Out OF tHE hoLdER on HIS utility belt and Bent over to RuN It Slowly over THe tIrE's surfaCe. By theN RiveRA was staNding direCtly at his SiDe, eyEINg tHe ET boys suSpiciousLy.

"Reading IN the 70's," pAnCho saId. "WAy abovE a NorMal reAding." HE StrAightEned up. "soMethinG soliD iNside." AnoTher grin creased Pancho's
 human flesh lumbered up t o them. Th e rel ief  su pe rvis or o n the midnight shif t, three hundred pound s and  c o unti n gTonyRivera, wa l k edin to  th es ec ondar y l ot, saw  the two E T m en  by the Chev y  a nd headedove r to poke hi s n ose in to  th e ir bu sin ess a nd see what t hey weredo i ng and maybe g e t  a  cha nce to screw with th e m. Which was o ne ofhi s  v e r y f avo rite activ it ies,r ight up th e r e  wi t h eating, TVwrestling s h ows  and e at ing some m ore.To n y R ivera consi dere d himself  absol u tely th e  best s upervi sor  at  San Lu is  an dp rob a bl y t h e e ntire Ar iz on a bor der. M a y be e ven  the  whol e southwester n b orde r , t hough  ther e mi gh t beone or  twoot hers nearly asgood  as him.Thi sper ce ption was sh are d b y onlyone oth e r f ac e . Th at of Tony himself  w h e nhe looke d in t h emi r ror at h om e.Adde d to th e tw i nfacts of  his m o nu me ntallyin flated  b ody  an d ego ,  hewas at  once bo th mo r e than a touch arrogant ando ft e n  c l uele ss.  To say hewasn ot p opul a rwit h  thetroop sw as a whopping understa te ment o n the  order of a 7 67 pilot r u n n ing outof j e tf uel in midairand a nnouncingo ver theinter com that  "there m i g ht be asma llpro ble m . "Which meant t h a t Pa nc ho andElv is, who  as  me mbe rsof  the semi -indepen de nt  E nf orc ement Team did  n otan swe r dir e ctly t o Riv era,  r ar e lymisseda  c h a nceto  s crew  wi th  Rive ra.J ust  as herarely mi sse d  a c ha nc e to do  the same. Abi g grin jum pe d o nto Pa n c ho's fac e when Rivera walked up and sho t t hem a  sar castic lo ok. 

"Thi nki t migh t be l oaded ,El? " He sa i d  t hro ug h his wide g rin  to E lv is.
"The t ires," Elvis repli e d."They went ov erthat s pe edb um p  be hi n d B a r on's lane likethey wereso l id  rubber."P anc ho  reache d downand g a ve a sh arp whack  to the s id e of t hetire neare st him w ith the b u tt of hi s fla shl ight,ho ldi ng hi s othe r  ha nd on  the f ac e of t he ti re . It did n't have the hollow rin g of a  norm altire. Jus t a mut ed whump.  Henodded kno win gly .

"Y ep, "  he s aid. "T his puppy  loo k s to be l o ad ed, a ll  right, El. " P anc ho pl uck e d hisBust er density metero ut of the hold er o n his  ut i lity  b elt and bent o ver  t o run it s lo wly over th e tire's  s u rface . By t hen Ri vera wa s st a ndingdire ctl y at hissid e, eyeingth eE T boys  sus pi ciousl y.

"R e adin g in the 70's," Pa nchos a id. " W ayabove  a  normal read ing." He s traightened  up. " Some thing  solidin side."  An ot her grin c r eased Pan cho's 
 human_flesh lumbered_up to them. The_relief supervisor_on_the midnight_shift,_three hundred pounds_and counting Tony_Rivera, walked into the_secondary lot, saw_the_two ET men by the Chevy and headed over to poke his nose into_their_business and_see_what_they were doing and maybe_get a chance to screw_with them._Which was one of his very favorite activities,_right_up there with_eating, TV wrestling shows and eating some more. Tony_Rivera considered himself absolutely the best_supervisor at San_Luis_and_probably the entire Arizona_border. Maybe even the whole southwestern_border, though there might be one_or two others nearly as good as_him. This perception was shared by_only one other face. That_of Tony_himself when he looked in_the mirror at_home. Added_to the twin_facts of his monumentally inflated body_and ego, he_was at once both more than_a_touch arrogant and_often_clueless._To say_he was not_popular_with the_troops_was a whopping understatement on the_order_of a 767 pilot running out of_jet fuel in midair_and_announcing over the intercom_that "there might be a_small problem." Which meant that Pancho_and Elvis,_who as_members of the semi-independent Enforcement Team did not answer directly to_Rivera, rarely missed a chance to_screw with Rivera. Just_as he_rarely_missed a chance_to_do the_same. A big grin jumped onto Pancho's_face when_Rivera walked up and shot them_a sarcastic look.

"Think it_might_be loaded, El?" He said through_his wide grin to Elvis.

"The tires,"_Elvis replied. "They went over_that_speed_bump behind Baron's lane like_they were solid rubber." Pancho reached_down and gave_a sharp whack to the side of_the_tire nearest him with the butt_of_his flashlight, holding his other hand_on_the_face of the tire. It_didn't have the hollow ring of_a normal tire. Just a muted whump. He nodded_knowingly.

"Yep," he said._"This puppy looks to be_loaded,_all_right, El." Pancho plucked his Buster density meter out of_the holder_on his utility_belt and bent over to run it slowly over the_tire's surface. By then Rivera was standing_directly at his side, eyeing the ET boys suspiciously.

"Reading in the_70's," Pancho said. "Way above a normal reading."_He straightened up. "Something solid inside." Another_grin creased Pancho's