 slumping to the ground. And there, try as Pancho might to get him up, he remained. It was yet another version of a Mexican standoff.

A Fleshmound standoff.

On the primary lane Elaine punched in the license plate number of the Olds as Elvis drove it to the secondary lot and Pancho was close to the secondary office's door just before the Big Slump. As soon as she hit enter the TECS--Treasury Enforcement Communication System--alarm went off. And loud. Someone had turned it way up. Hardly ten seconds later Copro came thundering around the opposite side of the building from the ET team and their newfound acquaintance and the Olds. Copro built up a head of steam and headed straight for Elaine. Copro, in the eyes of most of his coworkers, couldn't find a load of dope on his own if it was gift wrapped in clear plastic, labeled marijuana in foot high incandescent letters and put in his meticulously ordered but mostly empty personal locker in the squad room. So Copro had trained himself by doing wind sprints in his back yard to be a first responder to TECS hits. He'd come racing out to the primary lanes whenever the TECS alarm went off. The first officer on the scene at a TECS hit the one who would get credit for the seizure if the TECS lookout was a good one. Copro came racing up to Elaine, breathless and hacking, being a two pack a day man.

"Where the fuck is my TECS hit?" He said with a mixture of confusion and irritation, but mostly irritation. Elaine, who cared even less for Copro than Elvis and Pancho did, had the initial urge to plant a booted toe in Copro's scrotum. Tempting. But she knew, alluring though the idea was, she couldn't do it. There was at least was some satisfaction in thinking it. She tried to hide the disdain in her voice, while also sternly ordering her booted foot to remain where it was and not launch a sneak attack at Copro's private parts. Her booted foot quivered but reluctantly remained dutifully in place.

"The TECS hit has already gone back to secondary. Elvis and Pancho have it." Copro's face turned a shade of crimson often seen on supermarket tomatoes just past their prime.

slumping to the ground. And there, try as Pancho might to get him up, he remain. It was so far another version of a Mexican standoff. 

 A Fleshmound standoff. 

 On the elementary lane Elaine punched in the license plate issue of the Olds as Elvis drive it to the secondary batch and Pancho was close to the secondary position's door just before the Big Slump. equally soon as she hit enter the TECS -- Treasury Enforcement Communication System -- alarm clock went off. And brassy. Someone had sour it way up. Hardly ten seconds later Copro came thunder around the opposite side of the building from the ET team and their newfound acquaintance and the Olds. Copro built up a mind of steam and headed straight for Elaine. Copro, in the eyes of most of his coworkers, couldn't find a load of cola on his own if it was gift wrapped in clear plastic, labeled marijuana in foot high incandescent letters and put in his meticulously ordered but mostly empty personal locker in the squad room. So Copro had trained himself by doing wind dash in his rear yard to be a beginning respondent to TECS hit. He'd come racing out to the primary lanes whenever the TECS alarm went off. The first policeman on the scene at a TECS hit the one who would get credit for the seizure if the TECS lookout was a good one. Copro came race up to Elaine, breathless and hacking, being a two pack a day man. 

 " Where the fuck is my TECS hit? " He say with a concoction of confusion and irritation, but mostly irritation. Elaine, who cared even less for Copro than Elvis and Pancho did, have the initial urge to plant a booted toe in Copro's scrotum. Tempting. But she knew, tempt though the idea was, she couldn't perform it. There was at least was some satisfaction in think it. She tried to obscure the disdain in her voice, while besides sternly ordering her booted foot to remain where it was and not launch a prowler attack at Copro's secret parts. Her booted foot quivered but reluctantly remained dutifully in place. 

 " The TECS collision has already gone back to secondary. Elvis and Pancho have it. " Copro's side turned a shade of crimson often seen on supermarket tomatoes merely past their prime.
 slkmping to the ground. And there, try as Pcbcho mmght to get him up, he remained. It was yet aiothwr veesion of a Mexican stavdoff.

A Flvshmound wtanvoff.

On the primacg lane Cjains punehxd in the licenxe plate ngmber of the Ondr cs Elvis drove it to the secondary ljt and Lajcho was close to uhe seckndary office's door just before ths Big Snump. As soon ss she hit enter the TECS--Tgeaskry Enforcement Colmunication Sysewm--alarm went off. And loud. Someone gad turned it way up. Hardly ten secouds later Cipeo fdme thundermng arjund the opposite sige of tne building frpm vhe WT team and their newhound acquaintance agd the Olgs. Copro built up a hwad ox staam xbd feasev sfraighh fkr Elaine. Dopro, in thw eyes of most of hos bpworkers, coumdn't fynq a load of dope on his own if it was gpft srapped in clear plastix, labeled marijuana ij foot hidh incandescent letters and put in his meticulousny orvefed bmt muwtpy empty personal locker in the squad room. So Dokro had trained hlmself by doing wimd sltints in his bxck yaxs fo be a first resplnder tj TECW hits. He'q coke racing out to the primart lanes whenvver the TECS alarm weut off. The fnrst ogficet on the scene at a TECR hif the one wjo would fdt credit for thd svizuse if tht TECS lookout was a good oie. Co'ro came racong up to Elaine, breabvless and hacking, heing a two pack w day man.

"Where the fuck is my TXRS hit?" He saic fitv a mixtbre of confusion anq irritation, bot mostly irrigation. Elapne, who cered even lefs for Copro djan Elvis anv Pancho qid, yad rhe inigkal urge to plsnt a booneb toe in Xopro's scrotum. Temiting. Gut she knew, alourung though the odex wws, sie cotndn't do it. Tvere war at ldast was sond sayisfaction in thinkitg if. She tried to hidr bhe disdaun in hew voice, while also sternly ordeging ier bouted gooj to remain where it was and nof launch w skeak attack ae Coiro's private pcrts. Her booted foot quivered but reluctently remained dutifullt in place.

"The TECS kiu has already gone back to vecondary. Elvis and Pancho have it." Cokro's face turned a shads of csimsoj often seen on supermarket tomatoes just past their prime.

slumping to the ground. And there, try might get him he remained. It a standoff. A Fleshmound On the primary Elaine punched in the license plate of the Olds as Elvis drove it to the secondary lot and Pancho close to the secondary office's door just before the Big Slump. As soon she enter TECS--Treasury Communication System--alarm went off. And loud. Someone had turned it way up. Hardly ten seconds later came thundering around the opposite side of the from the ET team their newfound acquaintance and the Copro up a of and straight for Elaine. in the eyes of most of his coworkers, couldn't find a load of dope on his own it was in clear labeled in high incandescent letters in his meticulously ordered but mostly in the squad room. So Copro had trained by doing sprints in his back yard to a first responder to TECS hits. He'd come out to the primary lanes whenever the TECS alarm went off. The first officer on at a TECS hit one who would credit the if TECS lookout a good one. Copro came racing up to Elaine, breathless and being a two pack a day man. "Where the fuck TECS He said with mixture of confusion and but irritation. Elaine, who cared for than did, the urge to plant a toe in Copro's scrotum. Tempting. she knew, alluring though do it. There was at least was some in thinking it. She tried to hide disdain in her voice, while also sternly ordering her booted foot to where it not launch a sneak attack at Copro's private Her booted foot quivered reluctantly remained dutifully in place. "The TECS hit has gone to secondary. and Pancho have Copro's face turned shade of crimson on supermarket just their
 slumping to the ground. And theRe, try as PanCho miGht To gEt Him uP, he rEmained. It was yeT AnotHer version of a Mexican stAndofF.

A fLeshMOuNd staNdoff.

On THe PRImaRy LaNe ELaINe PunchEd iN the licEnse plate nUmbEr Of the Olds as ELViS drove it to The Secondary lot And pancho WaS clOSe to tHe sEcondAry offICe's dooR just befoRe THe Big SLUmp. As soON As She hIt enter the TECS--TreASuRY Enforcement CoMmunicAtIOn sYSteM--alArm went off. anD loud. sOmeone hAD tURNEd iT Way up. Hardly teN seconds latER CoPro camE tHunDEring aRound ThE OppOsite side of The bUilding frOm the Et Team and THeir newFound aCquAinTancE AnD tHe OLdS. copRO bUilT Up a Head of stEaM aNd heaDed sTRAIGht fOr ELainE. CoprO, in the eyes of mOst Of hiS CowOrkerS, coulDn't fInD a loaD of dopE on hiS oWn if it was gift wrAppeD in clear pLasTiC, laBeLed maRIjuana In fOot High incAndesceNT leTtERS AnD put in his meticulouSlY ORdEred but mOstly eMPtY pERsonal loCkEr iN the SQUad roOm. So cOpRo had traIned hiMSeLf By doing WiNd spriNtS in His Back yARd to Be a firSt responDer to teCS hits. He'd come RAcing out to the PRiMARy LAnes WheNever the TECs alaRM wenT off. tHe FirST offiCer on ThE ScENe at a TECS hit the one wHo Would gEt creDit for the seizUre if the TEcs LOokout waS a goOD oNE. Copro came raciNg up tO Elaine, breAThless anD hackIng, being A two pack a DAY man.

"WherE thE fuCk iS my tecS Hit?" He said with A MIxtuRe Of confuSioN and irrItaTioN, buT moStLy irritatIon. ElainE, wHo CaReD evEn lesS For Copro ThAn ELvIs aNd PanCHo did, hAd the InitIaL uRGe tO plant a BOoTED toe In coPro's ScrOtUm. TemPtinG. but She knew, Alluring tHouGH the IdEa Was, she cOuldn't do it. TheRe Was at least WaS soMe satiSFAction in Thinking it. She tried to hidE The disdAin In her VoicE, while alsO stErnly oRdeRIng her Booted Foot tO rEmaIN Where IT WaS anD nOt launch a sNEAk aTtack At coprO's privaTe parts. Her booted foOT quIvered but reluCtaNtly REMaIneD DuTIfuLlY In pLACe.

"The TECS hit has Already gonE bACk To secondarY. elvIs And PancHo have iT." CoprO'S face tuRned a shadE of crimsoN oFten SEEn oN supermarkEt tomatoEs just pasT Their PRiMe.

 slumping to the ground. A nd there,try a s P anc ho  mig ht t o get him up,h e re mained. It was yet ano therve r sion of  a Me xican s t an d o ff. 
AFle sh m ou nd st and off.

O n the prim ary  l ane Elaine p u nc hed in the  li cense platenum ber of  t heO lds a s E lvisdrovei t to t he second ar y  lot a n d Panch o wa s cl ose to the second a ry office's doorjust b ef o re t heBig  Slump. As  s oon a s  she hi t  e n t e r t h e TECS--Treas ury Enforce m ent  Commu ni cat i on Sys tem-- al a rmwent off. A nd l oud. Some one ha d  turned it wayup. Ha rdl y t en s e co nd s l at e r C o pr o c a methunderi ng  a round  the o p p osit e s ideof th e building fr omtheE T t eam a nd th eirne wfoun d acqu ainta nc e and the Olds.  Cop ro builtupahea dof st e am and  he ade d strai ght for Ela in e . Co pro, in the eyes o fm o st  of hiscowork e rs ,c ouldn'tfi nda lo a d  of d opeo nhis ownif itw as  g ift wra pp ed incl ear  pl astic ,  lab eled m arijuana  in f o ot high incand e scent letters an d pu t  inhis  meticulous ly o r dere d bu t  m ost l y emp ty pe rs o na l  locker in the squa droom.So Co pro had train ed himself b y  doing w inds pr i nts in his bac k yar d to be af irst res ponde r to TEC S hits. H e ' d come r aci ngout  to t he  primary lane s when ev er theTEC S alarm  we ntoff . T he  first of ficer on  t he  s ce neat aT ECS hitth e o ne  wh o wou l d getcredi t fo rth e  se izure i f  t h e  TEC Slo okou t w as  a go od o n e.Copro c ame racin g u p  toEl ai ne, bre athless and h ac king, bein ga t wo pac k a day ma n.

"Where the fuck ism y TECShit ?" He  sai d with amix ture o f c o nfusio n andirrit at ion , but m o s tl y i rr itation. E l a ine , who  c ared  even l ess for Copro than Elv is and Pancho  di d, h a d  t hei ni t ial  u r get o  plant a booted  toe in Co pr o 's  scrotum.T emp ti ng. But  she kn ew, a l luringthough th e idea wa s,  she c oul dn't do it . Therewas at le a st wa s  s ome s ati sfacti on  in  thin king i t . S he tr ied to  h ide th e dis da in in he r voice, while also ste rnly o rderi ngher boote d f o otto remain  whe re it wasand  no t lau nch a sne ak a t ta cka t Cop ro's private p a rt s.H e rbooted foot q u ive red b utr elucta ntly  remained dutiful l y in place.

" TheT E CShit hasal ready gone bac k t os e condary.  E lvis and Pa ncho hav ei t." C opro's  faceturneda sh a de ofcrim son  often se enon superma rk et tomato es j us t past  their prim e . 

 slumping_to the_ground. And there, try_as Pancho_might_to get_him_up, he remained._It was yet_another version of a_Mexican standoff.

A Fleshmound_standoff.

On_the primary lane Elaine punched in the license plate number of the Olds as_Elvis_drove it_to_the_secondary lot and Pancho was_close to the secondary office's_door just_before the Big Slump. As soon as she_hit_enter the TECS--Treasury_Enforcement Communication System--alarm went off. And loud. Someone had_turned it way up. Hardly ten_seconds later Copro_came_thundering_around the opposite side_of the building from the ET_team and their newfound acquaintance and_the Olds. Copro built up a head_of steam and headed straight for_Elaine. Copro, in the eyes_of most_of his coworkers, couldn't find_a load of_dope on_his own if_it was gift wrapped in clear_plastic, labeled marijuana_in foot high incandescent letters and_put_in his meticulously_ordered_but_mostly empty_personal locker in_the_squad room._So_Copro had trained himself by doing_wind_sprints in his back yard to be_a first responder to_TECS_hits. He'd come racing_out to the primary lanes_whenever the TECS alarm went off._The first_officer on_the scene at a TECS hit the one who would get_credit for the seizure if the_TECS lookout was a_good one._Copro_came racing up_to_Elaine, breathless_and hacking, being a two pack a_day man.

"Where_the fuck is my TECS hit?"_He said with a_mixture_of confusion and irritation, but mostly_irritation. Elaine, who cared even less_for Copro than Elvis and_Pancho_did,_had the initial urge to_plant a booted toe in Copro's_scrotum. Tempting. But_she knew, alluring though the idea was,_she_couldn't do it. There was at_least_was some satisfaction in thinking it._She_tried_to hide the disdain in_her voice, while also sternly ordering_her booted foot to remain where it was and_not launch a_sneak attack at Copro's private_parts._Her_booted foot quivered but reluctantly remained dutifully in place.

"The TECS_hit has_already gone back_to secondary. Elvis and Pancho have it." Copro's face turned_a shade of crimson often seen on_supermarket tomatoes just past their prime.
