******Back in the States*********
The council was not happy about me being banned from travel to Panama. Especially since I had gone down to discuss working together better and my team confirmed I was nothing but cordial and polite to everyone. That INL had the paperwork ready to give to me as soon as our discussions were concluded and terms were agreed upon. They were even more furious over the the reason.
'Insubordination to a local Panama government and international Officer'
"You out rank Officer Ortiz in terms of International Office, SAD Head Officer Sin. You have rank in FBI as a SAC, ONSI and SOD with the DEA, not to mention your military rankings. Why did you not contest this?" My supporting council member wanted my explanation for putting up with it.
"If I tried to contest it, I would have ended up having to stay there and as you can see, the next day would have put me on the start day of the travel ban. Therefore it would have made my presence there illegal and given them the authority to throw me into jail. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction. The paperwork is from the government office in Panama and not with INL so I made sure that I was not there longer than necessary. Also I was not there as a representative of those offices at that time, Sir."
"Look Sin, ever since they changed INL from a training program to a branch of law enforcement, they've been trying to act tough by throwing their weight around. You could have put these damn pups in their place but didn't. I don't understand that. How did the negotiations go when it came to the safety and handling of agents lives out in the field? Was that successful at least?"
"We were able to come to agreement on the terms in the contract you have in your hands."
"Good. Now since it's just me and you Sin, how did the other part of your mission do?"
"I believe we did very well, as soon as I have Easter eggs to give you, I shall. Council member."
"Thank you, Sin. You're dismissed."
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Since I was banned from Panama, the higher ups put me back on working just across the border in Mexico working with the DEA ONSI (Office of National Security Intelligence) and SOD(Special Operations Division) which is a nice change, comparatively speaking. I know the border area from Baja all the way to the gulf. Back in the 70's and 80's I did undercover work as a 'blonde bombshell dealer from Hollywood' who had a lot of high quantity orders to fill. We busted heroin and cocaine suppliers that were getting it over the border back then. Last time I was down here, I was helping out the DEA and that's when I found Cass and the other kids.
Now, I'm wearing brown contacts and got some temporary tattoos that last for weeks while I do undercover work. They gave me a full body spray tan that looks so natural, If I didn't know any better I would think I was Hispanic, instead of a Heinz.
I'm walking down one of the tourist market streets, they like to sell colorful trinkets and fruits and other goodies for pesos or U.S. dollars.
I'm killing time right now looking like a bored Pocha, waiting to meet up with her abuela or vato. (Pocha- Mexican American who speaks little to no Spanish and speaks with an American accent, Abuela- Grandmother, Vato-Guy or dude or boyfriend)
I find a little alley and pull out my "joint" and light it up. It smells like the real thing, burns like it, and does nothing else. I smoke it quick like I am a natural taking huge rips and blowing out giant clouds of smoke. I make a few smoke rings cause why not?
I'm done in less than five minutes and I'm walking away like nothing. Playing with the smoke irritates my eyes for a little bit so my red eyes make it much more convincing. I stop and put eye drops in my eyes, even though I don't need it. But with the eyes I can feel on me I need to have a good cover for when they heal.
I continue on my way when Rivera who's also undercover with me shows up looking like a straight Cholo. Tatted up in a tank and flannel shirt, loose carpenter jeans, and looking at me from under a baseball cap with a gold rosary and chain around his neck.
"Hey Papi, mi amante." (Hey daddy/sexy, my lover.) I say when I see him standing around like he's looking for someone. I kind of do a little fast walk to him and put my arms around him and give him a kiss on the lips and he does the whole, let me look at you scenario when a couple haven't seen each other in a while.
We get up and start walking away and he whispers in my ear like he's saying something sweet. "Can we not tell John you kissed me? I would rather not deal with your husband trying to beat my ass."
I act like he's said something either sweet or shameless and whisper back," He doesn't give a shit, I'm not fucking you and that's all that matters. He understands how the job is sometimes."
We casually continue on our way to one of the little motels and we get a room and go in and close the curtains and lock the door. We turn on the T.V. and put it on a movie with the volume up but not blaring. Now comes the fun part.
We're moving around on the bed taking off shoes, and clothes just in case of an 'interruption', laughing, making it sound like were doing more. Then he's on the floor doing push-ups and I'm rocking the bed back and forth in a quick steady motion. We make sure we're getting sweaty and making noises. We make sure were keeping pace getting ready for a climax scene without being too over dramatic.
"yes...."I start to gasp out breathlessly and Rivera groans acting like he's almost there. I speed up my movement on the bed and let out a good realistic moan and speed up quicker and then Rivera moans finishes our 'play'.
We wait a minute and Rivera gets up in just in his boxers and heads to the bathroom. He makes a movement to cover him self and I glance to see he has an erection. I awkwardly look away, it's a normal reaction to those kind of sounds. Even I sometimes got a little bothered doing it, only because I would think of John doing naughty things to me to make it sound more realistic.
I'm in my underwear, bra and tank, when Rivera comes out of the bathroom. He looks at me and kind of gives me an apologetic look. I wave him off and motion for him to sit on the bed and watch the T.V.
Whispering softly, "Rivera what time is the guy showing up that we're supposed to meet?" I look at the clock and notice its around noon.
"He said afternoon. So I'm not sure. Why? Got something else to do, mija?" He asks.
"Yeah, I'm hungry. I'm going to go get something to eat for us. There's a street taco van across from here. I was just gonna grab from there. You want something?"
"Si, mija. Tacos de pollo y ternera. Mucha salsa picante! " He said as I slid my pants on and walked outside to the taco truck.
When I got back to the room, my eyes needed some time for adjustment from being out in the bright day.
I set the food on the little table and tell Rivera, "Hey papi, que paso? You want me to feed you them too?"
The light on the side of the bed clicks on and Rivera is sitting there looking at me tensely while a man with a gun is sitting next to him pointed at him.
"Aye! ¡Mierda! Bebé, ¿qué está pasando?(Aye! Shit! Baby, what's going on?)" I look like the startled girlfriend that knows not to act rash or scream.
"This your woman?" The man asks.
"Si, amigo, no hay problemas." Rivera says still tense while the gun is still at his head.
"Alright then, no es necesario hablar español, I grew up in the states, I speak English better too, Cabron." The man says putting his gun away and looking me over like I was a damn steak.
"Damn, cabron. Your lady is Jodidamente hermosa! Fucking beautiful! You're actually fucking a fine ass woman like that." He seems shocked now that hes looked me over. He nods to me and leans over to Rivera in jest and asks,"What you got? A baby elephant hiding his trunk in your pants, ese?"
"Mi amor, just knows how to please a woman right. Ain't that right papi chulo?" I flick my chin up at him and flip my hair over my shoulder, giving him a confident smile as Rivera laughs.
"Damn straight baby." He looks at me with a genuine smile on his face, making me sort of blush.
"Well, amigos, hate to say this but we have a problem." the man says making me tense up.
"They have raised the price on it. If you want a couple kilos they are asking for 2000 more in American, not Pesos." Rivera looks at me and I nod.
"We can handle 2000, as long as the quality is there. We're not trying to fuck no one." Rivera says.
"Or get fucked in the ass." I add rolling my eyes.
"Well, then, cash is king. Show me you've got the cash and I'll know it's a deal and set up the exchange."
I reach down into my pants and pull out of carefully sewn in pockets, hundred dollar bills, 5000 dollars in total. "When we meet later, I'll have the other two, no problem."
He nods his head, "I'm Hector, by the way. What is yours maravillosa(gorgeous/wonderful)?"
"Maria." I answer. Keeping it simple.