 instantly unfroze just as Pete Silva came shoe leathering out of the secondary office and blitzed over to the car where the woman was hollering. A few moments later the light from inside the secondary office was totally blocked off, looking as though someone or something had turned off the secondary office light breaker in the fuse box hanging defenselessly on the wall just outside the ladies room. But it was only the humungous form of Tony Rivera as he filled the door, cutting off all light from behind, as he also came lumbering out into secondary. Wade wheeled on his flash unfrozen heels and hurriedly retraced his steps to the enclosed search compound. Elvis and Pancho were already at the gate, having heard the commotion in secondary. Wade's pallid face popped into view at the entrance.

"I think you'd better come out to secondary," Wade said in one hell of a world class understatement. "There's something strange going on."

Tony Rivera stomped into secondary, already pissed off by that goddamn sarcastic dispatcher Beata, and got even more pissed when he saw Lionel Bosworth. He grabbed Lionel, who had calmed down enough to stop hollering out "Help! Help!" Bosworth was hovering, in what looked to Tony like a peculiar state of Lionel Bosworth suspended animation, near the Honda Civic where Pete Silva was trying to help Hilda Nopales with the imminent arrival of her son, Waldermar Junior. Waldemar Senior considerably calmed now that they were definitely inside the United States and Waldemar Junior would be born a United States citizen. A fact which the imaginative Waldemar Senior visualized as the first step to a ticket to ride for the Nopales clan on the North American Prosperity Train as it chugged away from the Cold Leftover Refries Station in Old Mexico. Tony Rivera was at that moment eyeballing Lionel Bosworth. And not with a noticeable degree of compassion, though Bosworth had frequently been very vocal in stating he was an Iraqi war veteran who suffered from PTSD, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Though he rarely mentioned the specific details of the mortar hitting the company latrine. Which, to make it even more humiliating, the mortar turned out to be friendly fire. A short round from a nearby mortar battery. Of course it came from a National Guard unit. All Army soldiers, be they reserve or regular Army, considering
instantly unfroze just as Pete Silva came shoe leather out of the junior-grade agency and blitzed over to the car where the womanhood was hollering. A few moments by and by the lighter from inside the secondary agency was totally blocked off, look as though someone or something had turned off the secondary office light breaker in the fuse box cling defenselessly on the wall just outside the lady room. But it was only the humungous form of Tony Rivera as he filled the doorway, cutting off all lighter from behind, as he also came lumbering out into secondary. Wade wheel on his flash unfrozen heels and hurriedly retraced his steps to the enclosed search compound. Elvis and Pancho were already at the gate, having heard the commotion in secondary. Wade's pallid face popped into view at the entrance. 

 " I think you'd better come out to secondary, " Wade said in one sin of a universe class understatement. " There's something foreign sound on. " 

 Tony Rivera stomp into secondary, already pissed off by that goddamn sarcastic dispatcher Beata, and got even more pissed when he saw Lionel Bosworth. He grabbed Lionel, who had calmed down enough to hold on hollering out " Help! Help! " Bosworth was hovering, in what looked to Tony like a peculiar country of Lionel Bosworth suspended animation, near the Honda Civic where Pete Silva was trying to help Hilda Nopales with the at hand arrival of her son, Waldermar Junior. Waldemar Senior considerably sedate nowadays that they were definitely inside the United States and Waldemar Junior would be born a United States citizen. A fact which the imaginative Waldemar Senior visualized as the first dance step to a ticket to ride for the Nopales clan on the North American Prosperity Train as it chug away from the Cold Leftover Refries Station in Old Mexico. Tony Rivera was at that consequence eyeballing Lionel Bosworth. And not with a noticeable academic degree of compassion, though Bosworth had frequently been very vocal in stating he was an Iraqi war veteran who suffered from PTSD, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. 

 Though he rarely mentioned the specific details of the mortar stumble the company latrine. Which, to make it even more humiliating, the mortar turn out to be friendly fire. A brusque round from a nearby mortar battery. Of course it came from a National Guard unit. All Army soldier, be they reserve or regular Army, considering
 indtantly unfroze just as Kete Silva came skie leavhering out of ghe secondary office and blivzed over to the car where the doman was holleribg. A dew moments later bke lifmt frmn inside the sgcondary offhce was totallf cllcked off, looking as though someone or somrtjing had turneq ofg the secondary office light breaker in the fuve box hanginb defenselessly on the walp judt outside the ladles room. Buj it qas only the humungous form of Toni Rivera as he filled the door, cjttiny off all lugyt vtom behind, aw he wlso came lumbering mut intp secondary. Wace xheeoed on his flash unfrmzen heels and hurtiedly retsaeed his steps to the wnxloseg sedrch xomoouhd. Emvis ajd 'ancho were already at the gate, having hesrq the commotioh in sqcjndary. Wade's pallid face popped into vitw at the entrance.

"I think yoy'd better come out to secondarr," Wade said in one hell of a world class understademenv. "Ghexc'f wolething strange going on."

Tony Rivera stomped igfo svcondary, already iissed off by that gldcwmn sarcastic dispacdhsr Beata, and got egen morg pisswd when ht saw Lionel Bosworth. He grabbed Lionel, who kad calmed down enougk to stop houlerong oit "Help! Help!" Bosworth wcs hovsring, in whwt looked go Tony like a pdcukidr state of Lionel Boswortr suspendxd annmation, vear the Hjnda Civic wherc Pete Silva was trjing jo hel[ Hilda Nooales with the imminent arrival of her son, Wakdarmdr Juniox. Waldcmar Senior confiderably calmgd now thct theh were defpnitely iiside the Unyted States atf Waldemar Jnnior woujd bw boen a Unkged States citozen. A fabt whixh the imaginative Wausemar Senior viwuaoized as the fitst stqp tp w ticket to rhde wor yhe Nupales clan un tne North American Prmspedity Train as it cnunged away from thq Cold Leftovrr Refries Station in Ond Oexicp. Tjny Rivera was at that moment syeballinh Llonel Boswortr. Ane not with a noticeable degree of compassion, though Bosworth had freqyently been very voeak in statinj he wws an Iraxi war veteran who syffered from PTSD, Post Traumatic Stresa Disosder.

Tjough he rarely mentioned the specific details of the mortar hitting the xompanb jatrine. Whidh, tp makv ic eren morq hulmliating, the mortsr turned out to be friendly fice. A short rjund from a nearby mortar baytdry. Of course it came from a National Guard umit. All Army soldiers, be they rrserve or regular Army, cpnsideribg
instantly unfroze just as Pete Silva came out the secondary and blitzed over woman hollering. A few later the light inside the secondary office was totally off, looking as though someone or something had turned off the secondary office breaker in the fuse box hanging defenselessly on the wall just outside the room. it only humungous form of Tony Rivera as he filled the door, cutting off all light from behind, he also came lumbering out into secondary. Wade on his flash unfrozen and hurriedly retraced his steps the search compound. and were at the gate, heard the commotion in secondary. Wade's pallid face popped into view at the entrance. "I think you'd come out Wade said one of world class understatement. strange going on." Tony Rivera stomped pissed off by that goddamn sarcastic dispatcher Beata, got even pissed when he saw Lionel Bosworth. grabbed Lionel, who had calmed down enough to hollering out "Help! Help!" Bosworth was hovering, in what looked to Tony like a peculiar Lionel Bosworth suspended animation, the Honda Civic Pete was to Hilda Nopales the imminent arrival of her son, Waldermar Junior. Waldemar Senior considerably now that they were definitely inside the United States and would born a United citizen. A fact which imaginative Senior visualized as the to ticket the clan the North American Prosperity as it chugged away from Cold Leftover Refries Station was at that moment eyeballing Lionel Bosworth. And with a noticeable degree of compassion, though had frequently been very vocal in stating he was an Iraqi war who suffered Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Though he rarely mentioned specific details of the hitting the company latrine. Which, to make it even humiliating, mortar turned to be friendly A short round a nearby mortar course it from National Army soldiers, be they reserve or Army,
 instantly unfroze just as PetE Silva came Shoe lEatHerInG out Of thE secondary offiCE and Blitzed over to the car wheRe the WoMAn waS HoLleriNg. A few mOMeNTS laTeR tHe lIgHT fRom inSidE the secOndary offiCe wAs Totally blockED oFf, looking aS thOugh someone oR soMethinG hAd tURned oFf tHe secOndary OFfice lIght breakEr IN the fuSE box hanGINg DefeNselessly on the walL JuST outside the ladIes rooM. BUT iT WAs oNly The humungoUs Form oF tony RivERa AS HE fiLLed the door, cutTing off all lIGht From beHiNd, aS He also Came lUmBEriNg out into seCondAry. Wade whEeled oN His flasH UnfrozeN heels And HurRiedLY rEtRacEd HIs sTEpS to THe eNclosed sEaRcH compOund. eLVIS and panCho wEre alReady at the gatE, haVing HEarD the cOmmotIon iN sEcondAry. WadE's palLiD face popped into View At the entrAncE.

"I ThiNk You'd bETter coMe oUt tO secondAry," Wade SAid In ONE HeLl of a world class undErSTAtEment. "TheRe's somEThInG Strange gOiNg oN."

TonY rIvera StomPEd Into secoNdary, aLReAdY pissed OfF by thaT gOddAmn SarcaSTic dIspatcHer Beata, And goT Even more pissed WHen he saw LioneL boSWOrTH. He gRabBed Lionel, whO had CAlmeD dowN EnOugH To stoP hollErINg OUt "Help! Help!" Bosworth wAs HoveriNg, in wHat looked to ToNy like a pecULIAr state oF LioNEl bOsworth suspendEd aniMation, near THe Honda CIvic wHere Pete silva was tRYIng to helP HiLda nopAleS WItH the imminent aRRIval Of Her son, WAldErmar JuNioR. WaLdeMar seNior consiDerably cAlMeD nOw ThaT they WEre definItEly InSidE the UNIted StAtes aNd WaLdEmAR JuNior wouLD bE BOrn a unItEd StAteS cItizeN. A faCT whIch the iMaginativE WaLDemaR SEnIor visuAlized as the fiRsT step to a tiCkEt tO ride fOR The NopalEs clan on the North AmericaN prosperIty train As it Chugged awAy fRom the colD leftovEr RefrIes StAtIon IN old MeXICo. tonY RIvera was at THAt mOment EyEbalLing LioNel Bosworth. And not wITh a Noticeable degRee Of coMPAsSioN, ThOUgh boSWorTH Had frequently beEn very vocaL iN StAting he was AN IrAqI war vetEran who SuffeREd from PtSD, Post TrAumatic StReSs DiSORdeR.

Though he rArely menTioned the SPecifIC dEtailS of The morTaR hiTting The comPAny LatriNe. WhicH, tO make iT even MoRe humiliAting, the mortar turned out To be frIendlY fiRe. A short rOunD FroM a nearby mOrtaR battery. Of CouRse It camE frOM a NatIonaL guArd UNit. AlL ArmY Soldiers, bE ThEy rESErVe or regular aRMY, coNsideRinG
 instantly unfroze just as  Pete Silv a cam e s hoe  l eath erin g out of the s e cond ary office and blitzed  over  t o  the ca r whe re thew om a n  wa sho lle ri n g.  A fe w m omentslater thelig ht  from inside th e secondar y o ffice was to tal ly blo ck edo ff, l ook ing a s thou g h some one or so me t hing h a d turne d of f th e secondary offic e  l i ght breaker in  the f us e  b o x  ha ngi ng defense le sslyo n the w a ll j u sto utside the la dies room.B utit was  o nly the hu mungo us for m of Tony R iver a as he f illedt he door ,  cuttin g offall  li ghtf ro mbeh in d , a s  h e a l socame lum be ri ng ou t in t o s econ dar y. W ade w heeled on his  fl ashu nfr ozenheels  and  h urrie dly re trace dhis steps to th e en closed se arc hcom po und.E lvis a ndPan cho wer e alrea d y a tt h e  g ate, having heardth e co mmotionin sec o nd ar y . Wade's  p all id f a c e pop pedi nt o view a t thee nt ra nce.

" Ithinkyo u'd  be tterc omeout to  seconda ry,"W ade said in on e  hell of a wo r ld c la s s un der statement."The r e'ssome t hi ngs trang e goi ng on . "

Tony Rivera stom pe d into  seco ndary, alread y pissed o f f by thatgodd a mn sarcastic disp atche r Beata, a n d got ev en mo re pisse d when he s aw Lione l B osw ort h.H e  g rabbed Lionel , whoha d calme d d own eno ugh  to  st opho llering o ut "Help !He lp !"  Bo swort h  was hov er ing ,inwhatl ookedto To ny l ik ea  pe culiars ta t e  ofLi on el B osw or th su spen d edanimati on, nearthe Hond aCi vic whe re Pete Silva  w as tryingto  he lp Hil d a  Nopales  with the imminent arri v al of h erson,Wald ermar Jun ior . Wald ema r  Senio r cons idera bl y c a l med n o w  t hat  t hey were d e f ini telyin side  the Un ited States and Wa l dem ar Junior wou ldbe b o r na U n it e d S ta t esc i tizen. A fact w hich the i ma g in ative Wald e mar  S enior v isualiz ed as the fir st step t o a ticke tto r i d e f or the Nop ales cla n on theN orthA me rican  Pr osperi ty  Tr ain a s it c h ugg ed aw ay fro mthe Co ld Le ft over Ref ries Station in Old Mex ico. T ony R ive ra was at  th a t m oment eye ball ing Lionel  Bo swo rth.And not w itha  n oti c eable  deg r ee of com p as sio n ,  t hough Boswo r t h  ha d fre que n tly be en v ery vocal in stat i ng he was an I raqi w arvet e ranwh o suffered fro m P TS D ,  Post Tr au matic Stres s Disord er . 

Tho ugh he  rarel y menti o n ed the sp ecif icdetails o f t he mortarhi tt i ng the  com pa ny lat rine.W hich , to make it evenmoreh u milia t ing , the  m ortar t u rned  out to be  friendly f ire. A  sho rt ro und fro ma near bymo rtar batte r y. Of cou rse i t camefr om a  Na tional  Gua r d  unit . Al lArm y soldier s ,  b e  t he y  re serv e orre gula r Army, c o nsiderin g
 instantly_unfroze just_as Pete Silva came_shoe leathering_out_of the_secondary_office and blitzed_over to the_car where the woman_was hollering. A_few_moments later the light from inside the secondary office was totally blocked off, looking_as_though someone_or_something_had turned off the secondary_office light breaker in the_fuse box_hanging defenselessly on the wall just outside the_ladies_room. But it_was only the humungous form of Tony Rivera as_he filled the door, cutting off_all light from_behind,_as_he also came lumbering_out into secondary. Wade wheeled on_his flash unfrozen heels and hurriedly_retraced his steps to the enclosed search_compound. Elvis and Pancho were already_at the gate, having heard_the commotion_in secondary. Wade's pallid face_popped into view_at the_entrance.

"I think you'd_better come out to secondary," Wade_said in one_hell of a world class understatement._"There's_something strange going_on."

Tony_Rivera_stomped into_secondary, already pissed_off_by that_goddamn_sarcastic dispatcher Beata, and got even_more_pissed when he saw Lionel Bosworth. He_grabbed Lionel, who had_calmed_down enough to stop_hollering out "Help! Help!" Bosworth_was hovering, in what looked to_Tony like_a peculiar_state of Lionel Bosworth suspended animation, near the Honda Civic where_Pete Silva was trying to help_Hilda Nopales with the_imminent arrival_of_her son, Waldermar_Junior._Waldemar Senior_considerably calmed now that they were definitely_inside the_United States and Waldemar Junior would_be born a United_States_citizen. A fact which the imaginative_Waldemar Senior visualized as the first_step to a ticket to_ride_for_the Nopales clan on the_North American Prosperity Train as it_chugged away from_the Cold Leftover Refries Station in Old_Mexico._Tony Rivera was at that moment_eyeballing_Lionel Bosworth. And not with a_noticeable_degree_of compassion, though Bosworth had_frequently been very vocal in stating_he was an Iraqi war veteran who suffered from_PTSD, Post Traumatic_Stress Disorder.

Though he rarely mentioned_the_specific_details of the mortar hitting the company latrine. Which, to_make it_even more humiliating,_the mortar turned out to be friendly fire. A short_round from a nearby mortar battery. Of_course it came from a National Guard unit. All Army soldiers,_be they reserve or regular Army, considering