Chapter 1 - Me

 

Perhaps the best place to start is with me, I was a police officer in a small border town. After being wounded in a cross border gun fight with drug dealers, I decided it was time to retire, but still too young to actually retire, so I decided to become a Private Detective.

Apart from the fact that I now had a limp; and active service was out of the question; I was offered a desk job. Had I wanted to be sat behind a desk, then I would not have joined the police, therefore my decision to become, a PI.

Unlike the big city Private detectives, my work would never make me rich, but I was earning more than as a police officer. On average some forty dollars a month more, then again I did not work an eight hour shift, working ten to twelve hours a day. Was it worth the extra money?

I thought it was, I was active and doing a service to the community, even the police chief sent me work. They were minor infringements that would cost the police two officers, and an hour or two each in time, when they could be dealing with the more major problems, of drug trafficking.

I could talk to these perpetrators; making them aware of possible prosecution, and the sentences they may face, if they did not stop what they were doing.

Perhaps because it was a small town, and being an ex-officer, I ran one or two in, who didn't listen, or threw a punch, which added assault, to the charges.

Like last night, an old friend of mine was drunk and disorderly; all the available officers were at the border involved in a gun fight, with drug traffickers. To take two offers from that fight, to deal with such a minor offence was ridiculous, so the chief handed it to me.

I do not have the power of arrest, but I can write reports, so I went to him, and calmed him down, and escorted him home, and had a chat. Then went home, and wrote my report, and delivered it the next morning for the chief to deal with, as he saw fit. This ranged from a chat when the chief had the chance the next day, to having the drunk picked up, and made to spend the night in the cells the following night, from eight o'clock pm, to eight o'clock am, and a dressing down for being drunk, or a police warning.

My story begins the evening I was in the desert practicing. To keep a keen eye when shooting you need to practice, and the desert is the best place, or a shooting range, the desert was our shooting range.

I had just finished, I was driving back when I spotted a line of people, usually this means they are bringing drugs, and illegal immigrants into the country. So I rang the station, and told the chief, giving their location, and the number in the line. Like school children they walk in single file.

As asked to, I watched then carefully, keeping out of sight, the guards with them were usually armed, and I was alone, so it was not advisable to make any move, until help arrived.

Ten minutes later four squad cars screeched to a halt, and began loading them into the police van. The guards had surrendered, being caught out in the open, and out gunned, they knew that to begin shooting, would only mean that they would die, and so surrendered, without a fight.

I have no idea if I had a sixth sense or not, but a month later after practice I decided that the sun setting was lovely, and something to watch. The red hew it cast was a sight to see, and decided to take the long way home, and again ran into a mule train, and reported it with the same result, another two hundred kilos, off the streets.

"Denis, please let me know when you are going practicing again, I will have a squad car ready, and waiting to pick up, the runners," the Chief said laughing, as the officers were locking the last train in the cells.

"I go once a week to let off a couple of dozen shells, to keep my eye in," I told him.

"I know that, just give me a bell when you are leaving, so that I can have people ready, to arrest them. That is all I am asking?" He asked smiling at me.

"You know that if I do that, they will not be there, don't you?" I asked.

"I'll take that chance," he replied.

Three weeks and nothing, and then because the days were lengthening I left later, and we collected another two hundred and fifty kilos. This time they did fire on the police, and three of them were killed by the police, returning fire.

I decided to change location after that incident, and once again I reported that there was a mule train, and the police arrived, and arrested them, no shots were fired this time, but the dealers were getting worried.

We had in the last five months taken two thousand kilos off the streets, of raw heroin, and or cocaine. My good luck, was their bad luck, apart from the fact that I worked all day, I preferred to practice when the sun was setting, but before the light faded.

Because there were substantially more people looking at night the time they usually crossed, they had moved the crossing to earlier at dusk, and now ran, into me. I had been the source of more arrests than any other force, purely by chance.

Chapter 2 - The Concept

 

Alexia entered her office at seven o'clock in the evening prompt, and sat by her computer. She switched it on, and it sprang to life. Alexia opened the conference setting, and she waited anxiously for the other people invited to join the conference, to link in.

Alexia, was a distributer for a local drug baron, she delivered his drugs to the distributors in America. Her problem was that every time a supply was discovered, she needed a new means of getting the drugs into the country. This meant that she needed to keep finding different means and ways, of entering the country with the drugs, and in sufficient quantities to keep the distributors happy, and the drug barons that produced the drugs.

This was to be her biggest moment, the ultimate sale; she was to be joined by five of the richest, and most powerful drug wholesalers she knew.

Her plan was to act as a distribution company for not one, but several drug barons. She like everyone else, had heard about my luck, and the arrests that had been made, it was the main news as far as the Baron's were concerned.

There wasn't one of them that was worth less, than fifty million dollars, and all from the sale of drugs.

Alexia was an astute lady; she could have been a powerful woman in business, any business, had she chosen that line of work.

She was in her mid-forties, and she had retained her good looks, by exercise and a good diet. She was slim, yet not thin, strong and athletic, yet not over muscled. She boasted a flat tummy, and well developed breasts, her hair was blonde, and hung in long curls around her face, and down to her shoulder blades, giving her a soft and sensual appearance, which belayed her inner brutal, and sometimes vicious, nature.

She hadn't got to where she was, by being soft, and allowing anyone to walk all over her. She had got there by her strength, and brute force, where necessary. She didn't shy away from a fight, physical, or a financial one, and had up to now won.

Slowly the screens clicked on, she waited for them all to come on line, and she knew that it was a little early yet.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I have for you today, an auction that will be an end to all your worries. The recent events have led to a severe decline in profits, one that we do not like. Your efforts to remove the threat to your supply chain have proved, fruitless.

What I have for sale is the ideal transport, and it has other uses, as well," she opened the meeting with, "We have devised an undetectable means of getting your product's to your distributor's, safe and secure.

Mr Sanchez, seeing as you lost your last shipment, being detected by the DEA; I am offering you, a test shipment. Once the delivery has been made successfully, we will then auction off the next shipment.

We currently have a group of women going around shaming men who cheat on their wives, or beat them. The women collect the males and hold them for about a week. They beat them, and in some cases implant breasts. They then release them, leaving them tied to a bench naked, with the words, 'A wife beater, or, 'A cheat,' tattooed on their chests. They use inks, but not the needle so that they are marked for a couple of months, not permanently.

This gave me the idea, and the work done by our excellent Doctor confirmed my idea, and made it possible. I have four women who are willing to bring the drugs, into the country, for you. Small, but the potential is much, much bigger, it is after all just a trial run for you, we, have already completed, a trial run.

The means will only be discussed with Mr Sanchez, he will have to know.

Once we have proven the method, we will train the mules, and each mule will deliver approximately twelve kilos, per trip. They will be our property, but we will auction off the licence, for you to use them, guaranteeing delivery.

You did hear me correctly; we guarantee delivery, compensating the Baron for any, lost deliveries.

Every mule will be fitted with a tracking device, we will know, if the delivery has been made, do not think you can cheat us," Alexia told them.

"What about volume, a couple of pounds a time will not meet our demands, will it?" One of the people on the conference link asked.

"The test run, which is just to satisfy your nerves, will be four pounds of raw cocaine, which I will pay for, and my mule will deliver. Once I have proven the system works, then we can talk numbers. Any equipment needed we will supply, at a reasonable cost to you, this will be sold, and not auctioned, or rented," she told them.

They asked some questions, and talked for a short time, but as far as Alexia was concerned the conversation was over, she just needed to speak to My Sanchez.

The links were broken, as they closed down, leaving Mr Sanchez still on line.

"I will need the cocaine tomorrow, so that I can mix it, ready for delivery," she told him.

"How exactly will you deliver it?" He asked.

"That would be telling, later when I have proven my point, then, I will tell you. The mule will be a trusted employee of Alexia's import export company, and she will have with her everything needed, that is when you will find out how, this is to be done," she told him.

She bought the cocaine, and handed it to her chemist who mixed it, and corrected the consistency, and then handed it to Alexia.

"I am about to conceal the drugs, this is your last chance to back out. I can find someone else, but I would be happier if it was you. I know I can trust, you," She said to the person about to be her mule.

"I know it will work, so I am not afraid, and I have the confidence to walk past the border people, without making them suspicious. We know it will work, but someone else may be nervous, and give the game away, I won't," she replied.

Alexia smiled, and started the procedure.

"Hey what about my bust, I am bigger than a 'B' cup," the woman said indignantly.

"Not this trip, this is just a test run, once we have proven it works, then you can be any size you want to be," Alexia said smiling at her mule.

"What is the concentration," the mule asked.

"Just the basic mixture about fifty, fifty, silicone to cocaine," Alexia said.

Brenda had worked with Alexia for several years now, and she had made a few trips to America as a mule, but now organised the trips for the mules, as a manager, for Alexia. Alexia also did import and export normal things as well as the drugs, but they were not as lucrative, but they did give the firm credibility.

Loaded with her case and the equipment, Brenda left for the airport.

She arrived in Los Angeles, and walked through customs without even a sideways glance, apart from the males who stripped her with their eyes. She went to the drop off point by taxi, and entered the building, she asked for Mr Sanchez, and when he came she smiled at him.

"The drugs are delivered safe and sound, now where is the room for me to deliver them into your hands?" She asked him.

"Please follow me," he said, and led her into the offices, and a room with comfortable chairs in, and a table.

Brenda removed her blouse and her bra, and sat on the chair by the table where she set up the next phase. Mr Sanchez watched with great interest as she stripped off, and set up the machine. Brenda was not sure if it was the interest in the drugs, or her naked breasts, which kept him mesmerised.

"The solution is in my breasts, held within a plastic cover. They are silicone implants, without the silicone. We now attach this, which basically milks me, just like a baby, but the milk is far more valuable," she said, and laughed.

She put the hose to her nipple and switched on the machine, and sat back.

"It will take about quarter of an hour per breast, and the solution will be in the stainless steel container, in the machine. Once both breasts are empty I will switch the elements on, after adding the breakdown solution, the elements will evaporate the water, leaving behind solid limps of silicone, and pure powdered cocaine. The silicone can then be picked out leaving behind pure cocaine.

My breasts weigh four pounds each, with an equal amount of solution and cocaine, giving you four pounds after this delivery. A, 'D,' cup weighs about fifteen pounds, with a two thirds mix of cocaine that means that, each delivery weighs about twenty four pounds, or twelve kilos. We already have six females who work this side, so that will allow us to send seventy two kilos per day, across. The cocaine or heroin are foreign substances as is silicone, and will show up as a breast implant, undetectable.

I am not allowed to discuss the implant, except to say, I have had a baby, and this machine is far gentler than my baby was on my breast and nipple.

Once I have made the delivery, a cup of tea would be nice, and then we refill the implant, with silicone.

The licences will be auctioned off, and the mule delivered to the supplier, with some solution. The cost of the mule is one thousand dollars per week, and the solution is ten dollars a gallon. The drugs obviously the seller will supply, and we recommend that it is a maximum of twenty per cent solution to eighty per cent drug, and preferably seventy five percent drugs, in the solution.

Each contract will be for one year, and we carry the cost of replacing the mule or the containers, which is about four times a year. You pay all transport costs, accommodation, and meals while they are in transit. We have told them that it will not be a meal at The Savoy, nor a five star hotel, but do not use a doss house.

All costs must have a receipt, and you pay only for a meal with a receipt; and it is only one meal; if they bring the family with them, you pay for one meal.

The four mules we have already, work this side, and they will leave early, to make the delivery, and then go to work, there will be no costs, except for fuel, and we think a fair price would be half of their weekly fuel bill.

Ah that one is empty see lying flat as a kipper, now I put this nozzle on the other tit, and put this one on this tit, to pump it up again. How about that tea, Mr Sanchez, it is thirsty work?" Brenda asked him, smiling at him.

"Y-yes," he replied, mesmerised by her calmness, and what she was doing, milking herself.

A few moments later the other breast was empty, and she refilled it, and put her bra and blouse, back on.

"Now the technical bit, in here there is a chemical that breaks down the solution, the drug being heavier, falls to the bottom, no-longer held in suspension. And now we switch this on, and the machine evaporates the liquid. Nice tea thank you, it will take about half an hour for it to complete the task.

Alexia is willing to purchase the drugs for you, and mix the solution all included, saving you the trouble of dealing with two people, from supplier to you, and all you have to do is ring Alexia, and pay. She can be a rather nasty bitch, when roused; most people pay up, to avoid her temper. She is also the one person you can, trust. There we are; scales please?" She asked, and she weighed the contents, and asked the person with them to test it.

"One hundred percent pure boss," he said.

"Delivered as per specification, four pounds of pure cocaine, do you have the money, or do I have to take it back?" Brenda asked him.

He handed her a bag still a bit mesmerised by what he had seen.

"The auction is tomorrow night at seven thirty, don't miss out on a good deal, be early," Brenda reminded him, and left, returning on the next flight as planned.

"Well how did it go?" Alexia asked her.

"Crap to be honest, I sat there with the machine sucking on a tit while he stood and watched me. Apart from that great, the customs didn't even look at me; a bit disappointing really, no-one ogled me. I mean am I or am I not, a great looking female. Then again most of them were female, and you left me undersized, a 'B' cup, of all things," Brenda said laughing.