 now!" There were a few times in Lorenzo's life when he might have moved faster. Like the time he stopped to answer his cell phone in the middle of the street in downtown Phoenix and a city bus almost ran him over. Or the time his wild eyed soon to be ex-wife pumped a double ought buckshot shell into the chamber of his pump action shotgun with four more double oughts in the magazine backing up the one in the chamber and pointed the shotgun directly at him. He might have moved faster then. But not by much. He streaked out of the secondary office and out into the lot where he repeated Tony's orders. More or less.

"Unsearch yourselves! Immediately! And get into the secondary office. Tony's orders."

While most of the officers in secondary were trying to decipher just what the hell unsearch yourselves meant, Melissa took off on her padded insole jet black cross trainers so fast Elvis could have sworn she left scorch marks on the blacktop in secondary. And, seeing her sprinting off and strongly suspecting no good could come of it, Elvis hotfooted after her. Just behind him Pancho jumped out of the back of Papa Pesca's Home Made Tortillas step van he was searching and also went shoe leathering it in a hurry for the secondary office. Papa Pesca, along with a half dozen other suddenly abandoned previous searchees in the secondary lot stood and looked at each other in astonishment.

"Are we being invaded?" One of them said.

"Is this a fire drill?" Another one said.

"Did the lunch wagon just arrive?" Said yet another.

"What a bunch of government jerk offs," said a fourth man. To which all the abandoned former searchees in the secondary lot nodded an enthusiastic agreement.

Melissa, Elvis, Pancho, and Copro came running into the detention cell where Tony and Armen were standing looking down at the prostrate form of Mr. Fleshmound. Tony didn't waste any time. He threw a don't even think about it look at Melissa, who tactfully--or possibly tactically--retreated to the detention cell door. "Pull him to his feet," he said gruffly. Several pairs of hands reached down and grabbed at various portions of Mr. Fleshmound's anatomy and, grunting heavily, jerked him to his feet. Tony looked him straight in the eye.

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now! " There were a few times in Lorenzo's life when he might have move quicker. Like the time he stopped to suffice his cell earphone in the middle of the street in downtown Phoenix and a city bus topology almost ran him over. Or the clock time his wild eyed soon to be x - wife pumped a double ought bird shot shell into the chamber of his heart action shotgun with four more bivalent oughts in the cartridge holder backing up the one in the chamber and pointed the shotgun directly at him. He might have move faster then. But not by much. He streaked out of the secondary office and out into the batch where he repeated Tony's orders. More or less. 

 " Unsearch yourselves! Immediately! And get into the secondary office. Tony's order. " 

 While most of the officers in secondary were trying to decipher just what the hell unsearch yourselves meant, Melissa took off on her padded insole jet black cross trainers so fast Elvis could have sworn she left scorch marks on the blacktop in junior-grade. And, determine her sprinting off and powerfully suspect no commodity could come of it, Elvis hotfooted after her. Just behind him Pancho jumped out of the back of Papa Pesca's Home Made Tortillas step van he was research and also went shoe leathering it in a hurry for the secondary function. Papa Pesca, along with a half dozen other suddenly abandoned former searchees in the secondary draw stand and looked at each other in astonishment. 

 " Are we being invaded? " One of them say. 

 " Is this a fire drill? " Another one said. 

 " Did the lunch beach wagon just arrive? " Said yet another. 

 " What a bunch of politics jerk offs, " said a fourth man. To which all the abandoned former searchees in the junior-grade lot nodded an enthusiastic agreement. 

 Melissa, Elvis, Pancho, and Copro came running into the detention cell where Tony and Armen were stand looking down at the flat form of Mr. Fleshmound. Tony didn't waste any prison term. He threw a don't even intend about it look at Melissa, who tactfully -- or possibly tactically -- retreated to the detention cell door. " Pull him to his feet, " he said gruffly. Several pairs of work force reached down and grabbed at versatile portions of Mr. Fleshmound's anatomy and, grunt heavily, jerked him to his feet. Tony looked him straight in the eye. 

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 noa!" There were a few times in Lorenzo's liyw when he mifht have moved faster. Like the time ie sroppee to answer his cell pfone in tje middlw of rhe street in downbjwn Lmoenir end a city bus slmost ran him over. Or tve tnme his wild eyed soon to be ex-wife [umped s fouble ought bockshpe shsll into the chamber of his pump adtion siotgun with fout more double oughts in thf mahazine backing up hhe one in jge syamber and puinted the shotgun dirgctly at him. He might have moved fastzr then. But nit hi much. He stceaked out of the secondarf officr and out into thx lor where he repeated Tmny's orders. More ot less.

"Unsedreh yourselves! Immediareoy! Ang ged ingi tfe aeronsary ovfire. Tony's orsers."

While mist of the officers ig secondary wede tryynd to decipher just what the hell unsearbh ykurselves meant, Melissa took off on her paddgd insole tet black cross trainers so fast Elvis could have swori rhe lcft rxogch marks on the blacktop in secondary. And, seqjnb mer sprinting ofn and strongly susleftogg no good coold comz or it, Elvis hotfootfd aftet her. Hust behigd hom Pancho jumped out of the back of Papc Pwsca's Home Made Toxtillas step van he wss searching and also wznt shke leatherijg it in z hurry for the sdcokdasy offict. Papa Pesca, along with a helf dpzen otfer xuddenjy abandonfd prceious searchees in the dewondary loh stood and looked at each othec in astonishkett.

"Age we beiug invsded?" One of trem said.

"Is thix a firz drilu?" Another kne saiv.

"Did the lunsh wagon just wrrive?" Said bet anothqr.

"Whqt a bunch uw government jrrk offs," said a foueth man. To which akl jhs abandoned forner searchees in tne recjnfacy loe nodded an etthuriaryic aereemenu.

Ieokssa, Elvis, Pancho, and Co[ro dame running into yhc detentiin cell rhere Tony anc Armen were standlng lmokmng doen wt the prostrate form of Mr. Flsshmound. Honn didn't waste any time. He thrzw a don't even think about it look at Meoissa, who tactfullt--or possibly tacticclky--retreated to tre detenthon cell door. "Pull hum to his feet," he said gruffly. Several pairs of hwnds reached down and grabbed at various portions of Mr. Fleshmound's anatony and, grunting hezvilu, jerneb hnm to hys fxev. Tony looked him straight in the eye.

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now!" There were a few times in when might have faster. Like the his phone in the of the street downtown Phoenix and a city bus ran him over. Or the time his wild eyed soon to be ex-wife a double ought buckshot shell into the chamber of his pump action shotgun four double in magazine backing up the one in the chamber and pointed the shotgun directly at him. He have moved faster then. But not by much. streaked out of the office and out into the where repeated Tony's More less. yourselves! Immediately! And into the secondary office. Tony's orders." While most of the officers in secondary were trying to decipher what the yourselves meant, took on padded insole jet trainers so fast Elvis could have scorch marks on the blacktop in secondary. And, her sprinting and strongly suspecting no good could of it, Elvis hotfooted after her. Just behind Pancho jumped out of the back of Papa Pesca's Home Made Tortillas step van he and also went shoe it in a for secondary Papa along with half dozen other suddenly abandoned previous searchees in the secondary lot and looked at each other in astonishment. "Are we being of said. "Is this fire drill?" Another one "Did lunch wagon just arrive?" another. a jerk said fourth man. To which the abandoned former searchees in secondary lot nodded an and Copro came running into the detention cell Tony and Armen were standing looking down the prostrate form of Mr. Fleshmound. Tony didn't waste any time. He a don't about it look at Melissa, who tactfully--or possibly to the detention cell "Pull him to his feet," he said gruffly. Several of reached down grabbed at various of Mr. Fleshmound's and, grunting heavily, to his Tony him eye. "
 now!" There were a few times in LoRenzo's life When hE miGht HaVe moVed fAster. Like the tiME he sTopped to answer his cell pHone iN tHE midDLe Of the Street iN DoWNTowN PHoEniX aND a City bUs aLmost raN him over. Or The TiMe his wild eyeD SoOn to be ex-wiFe pUmped a double OugHt buckShOt sHEll inTo tHe chaMber of HIs pump Action shoTgUN with fOUr more dOUBlE ougHts in the magazine bACkINg up the one in thE chambEr ANd POIntEd tHe shotgun dIrEctly AT him. He mIGhT HAVe mOVed faster then. but not by mucH. he sTreakeD oUt oF The secOndarY oFFicE and out into The lOt where he RepeatED Tony's oRDers. MorE or lesS.

"UnSeaRch yOUrSeLveS! IMMedIAtEly! aNd gEt into thE sEcOndarY offICE. tOny's OrdErs."

WHile mOst of the officErs In seCOndAry weRe tryIng tO dEciphEr just What tHe Hell unsearch youRselVes meant, MEliSsA toOk Off on HEr paddEd iNsoLe jet blAck crosS TraInERS So Fast Elvis could have SwORN sHe left scOrch maRKs On THe blacktOp In sEconDARy. And, SeeiNG hEr sprintIng off ANd StRongly sUsPectinG nO goOd cOuld cOMe of It, ElviS hotfootEd aftER her. Just behind HIm Pancho jumpeD OuT OF tHE bacK of papa Pesca's HOme MADe ToRtilLAs SteP Van he Was seArCHiNG and also went shoe leaThEring iT in a hUrry for the secOndary offiCE. pApa Pesca, AlonG WiTH a half dozen othEr sudDenly abandONed previOus seArchees iN the seconDARy lot stoOd aNd lOokEd aT EAcH other in astonISHmenT.

"ARe we beiNg iNvaded?" ONe oF thEm sAid.

"is This a fire Drill?" AnoThEr OnE sAid.

"did thE Lunch wagOn JusT aRriVe?" SaiD Yet anoTher.

"WHat a BuNcH Of gOvernmeNT jERK offS," sAiD a foUrtH mAn. To wHich ALl tHe abandOned formeR seARcheEs In The secoNdary lot noddeD aN enthusiasTiC agReemenT.

mElissa, ElVis, Pancho, and Copro came ruNNing intO thE deteNtioN cell wherE ToNy and ARmeN Were stAnding LookiNg DowN AT the pROStRatE fOrm of Mr. FleSHMouNd. TonY dIdn't Waste anY time. He threw a don't eVEn tHink about it loOk aT MelISSa, Who TAcTFulLy--OR poSSIbly tactically--rEtreated to ThE DeTention celL DooR. "PUll him tO his feeT," he saID grufflY. Several pAirs of hanDs ReacHED doWn and grabbEd at variOus portioNS of Mr. fLeShmouNd's AnatomY aNd, gRuntiNg heavILy, jErked Him to hIs Feet. ToNy looKeD him straIght in the eye.

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 now!" There were a few ti mes in Lor enzo' s l ife  w henhe m ight have move d  fas ter. Like the time hestopp ed to a n sw er hi s cellp ho n e  in  t he  mi dd l eof th e s treet i n downtown  Ph oe nix and a ci t ybus almost  ra n him over.Orthe ti me  hi s  wild  ey ed so on tob e ex-w ife pumpe da  doubl e  oughtb u ck shot  shell into the c h am b er of his pump  actio ns ho t g unwit h four mor edoubl e  oughts in t h e m a gazine backin g up the on e  in  the c ha mbe r  and p ointe dt heshotgun dir ectl y at him.  He mi g ht have moved f asterthe n.Butn ot  b y m uc h . H e  s tre a ked  out ofth esecon dary o f f iceand  out  into  the lot wher e h e re p eat ed To ny'sorde rs . Mor e or l ess.
" Unsearch yourse lves ! Immedia tel y!  An dget i n to the  se con dary of fice. T o ny' so r d er s."

While most of  t h e  o fficersin sec o nd ar y  were tr yi ngto d e c ipher  jus t  w hat thehell u n se ar ch your se lves m ea nt,  Me lissa took  off o n her pa ddedi nsole jet blac k  cross traine r ss o  f a st E lvi s could hav e sw o rn s he l e ft  sc o rch m arkson th e  blacktop in second ar y. And , see ing her sprin ting off a n d strongly  sus p ec t ing no good co uld c ome of it, Elvis ho tfoot ed after  her. Jus t behind h imPan cho  ju m p ed  out of the b a c k of  P apa Pes ca' s HomeMad e T ort ill as  step van  he wasse ar ch in g a nd al s o went s ho e l ea the ringi t in a  hurr y fo rth e  se condary of f i ce.Pa pa  Pes ca,  a longwith a h alf doz en othersud d enly  a ba ndonedprevious sear ch ees in the  s eco ndaryl o t stoodand looked at each othe r  in ast oni shmen t.
"Are we b ein g inva ded ? " Oneof the m sai d. 

" I s  this a  f ire  d rill?" Ano t h erone s ai d.
"Did th e lunch wagon just arr ive?" Said ye t a noth e r .
"W h at a b un c h o f government jerk  offs," sa id afourth man .  To  w hich al l the a bando n ed form er search ees in th eseco n d ary  lot nodde d an ent husiastic agree m en t.

M eli ssa, E lv is,  Panc ho, an d  Co pro c ame ru nn ing in to th edetentio n cell where Tony and A rmen w ere s tan ding look ing dow n at thepros trate form  of  Mr . Fle shm o und.Tony di dn' t  wast e an y  time. He th rew a  d on't even t h i n k a boutitl ook at  Mel issa, who tactful l y--or possibly  tac t i cal ly- - retr ea ted to the det ent io n cell doo r.  "Pull himto his f ee t ," he  saidgruffl y. Seve r a lp airs o f ha nds  reacheddow na nd grab be da t vari ouspo rtions  of Mr .  Fle s h mound's anatomyand,g r untin g  he avily ,jerkedh im t o his feet . Tony look ed him  str aight  in the  e ye.

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 now!"_There were_a few times in_Lorenzo's life_when_he might_have_moved faster. Like_the time he_stopped to answer his_cell phone in_the_middle of the street in downtown Phoenix and a city bus almost ran him_over._Or the_time_his_wild eyed soon to be_ex-wife pumped a double ought_buckshot shell_into the chamber of his pump action shotgun_with_four more double_oughts in the magazine backing up the one in_the chamber and pointed the shotgun_directly at him._He_might_have moved faster then._But not by much. He streaked_out of the secondary office and_out into the lot where he repeated_Tony's orders. More or less.

"Unsearch yourselves!_Immediately! And get into the_secondary office._Tony's orders."

While most of the_officers in secondary_were trying_to decipher just_what the hell unsearch yourselves meant,_Melissa took off_on her padded insole jet black_cross_trainers so fast_Elvis_could_have sworn_she left scorch_marks_on the_blacktop_in secondary. And, seeing her sprinting_off_and strongly suspecting no good could come_of it, Elvis hotfooted_after_her. Just behind him_Pancho jumped out of the_back of Papa Pesca's Home Made_Tortillas step_van he_was searching and also went shoe leathering it in a hurry_for the secondary office. Papa Pesca,_along with a half_dozen other_suddenly_abandoned previous searchees_in_the secondary_lot stood and looked at each other_in astonishment.

"Are_we being invaded?" One of them_said.

"Is this a fire_drill?"_Another one said.

"Did the lunch wagon_just arrive?" Said yet another.

"What a_bunch of government jerk offs,"_said_a_fourth man. To which all_the abandoned former searchees in the_secondary lot nodded_an enthusiastic agreement.

Melissa, Elvis, Pancho, and Copro_came_running into the detention cell where_Tony_and Armen were standing looking down_at_the_prostrate form of Mr. Fleshmound._Tony didn't waste any time. He_threw a don't even think about it look at_Melissa, who tactfully--or_possibly tactically--retreated to the detention_cell_door._"Pull him to his feet," he said gruffly. Several pairs_of hands_reached down and_grabbed at various portions of Mr. Fleshmound's anatomy and, grunting_heavily, jerked him to his feet. Tony_looked him straight in the eye.

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