Sunday, August 27, 2017

Trouble South of the Border


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“Kirk,” Doctor Rhoads said.

“Uh …” MacPherson picked his head up off the couch. “Yeah … I was just …”

“Meditating?”

“Yes, I was meditating … while I was sleeping.”

“Oh, so you were multitasking.”

“Absolutely.” MacPherson grinned. “On the inside.”

Rhoads drove his wheelchair into the room. “Where else would you expect to find inner peace?”

“I don’t know.  Where?”

“It was a rhetorical question.”

“So what’s the rhetorical answer?”

Rhoads smiled. “I don’t know.  But thanks for coming down, Kirk.”

“No problem, buddy.  What’s up?”

“I told you I was collecting intel on that soldier … the one who’s stuck in the Mexican jail.”

“Yeah, I remember.  So what did you find out?”

“Answers that lead to more questions, mostly.”

“Yeah,” MacPherson said. “What’s new?”

“Freddie, would you fire-up the presentation, please?”

“It would be my pleasure, Doctor Rhoads.”

A picture of a young man in formal military dress appeared on a large screen on the  wall.

Freddie then began, “This is Corporal Shiloh Steele, U.S. Army Ranger.  Corporal Steel was apprehended by Mexican Federales on the wrong side of the border, with a sidearm on his hip and a rifle on his shoulder.”

“That's bad news,” MacPherson said. “Mexican law is not too friendly to gun-toting tourists.”

“It's definitely frowned upon, sir.”

“Must be his travel agent forgot to tell him to leave his gun collection at home.”

Something happened,” Rhoads said. “We don't exactly 

know what went down or why—supposedly, they grabbed him alone, and he didn't have a good explanation for what he was doing there.”

“Could it have been … official business?  Government stuff?  Some kind of border operation?”

“Not that anybody will say,” Freddie said. “Nobody knows nothing.”

“Yeah?  What's new?”

“No kidding,” Rhoads said.

“The Corporal,” Freddie continued, “is being held at a prison facility located just over the border.” An aerial map appeared on the screen. “The ‘X’ marks the spot, sir.”

“Ooh … that looks like a nice place to visit … but I wouldn’t want to be detained there.”

“Exactly,” Rhoads said. “And our guy has been there for six months.”

“SIX MONTHS?  Are you serious?”

“Deadly serious.  Which it is.  There have been multiple reports of threats against his life … as if the living conditions in a Mexican jail aren’t bad enough.”

“Is the Embassy involved?  Or the Army?  Heck—where’s the President?”

“AWOL.  Nowhere to be found.”

“I can’t believe everyone would just stand by, while one of our own rots in some foreign hellhole.”

“Neither can I,” Rhoads said. “But it wouldn’t be the first time.”

“And that’s a country we own … you’d think all it would take is a phone call from a government bigshot …”

“Agreed.  I guess that speaks to the ineptitude of the powers that be.  Either that, or …”

“Their willful negligence,” Freddie completed his sentence for him.

“Which is why,” Rhoads said, “I’ve started looking so closely into this.  I’m thinking about …”

“Nooo …” MacPherson said. “You’re not …”

“Actually, I am.”


“You’re thinking of breaking him out?”

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