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Introduction
"Yeah, you're Evan Will alright. I've seen you on tv. Stay put, I'll be right back." said the sentry. He called it in, turned and waved Evan and Bingo on. Evan drove straight to HQ, parked and entered with Bingo. An attache was there. He said "Follow me." They strode through the gleaming walls of the HQ to a situation room. The attache stopped, and gestured 'go forth', turned on a dime, and returned to his duties. "Evan. Bingo. Come in." The U.S. Navy Admiral beckoned them. They came to an immediate salute, which was returned, and entered the room. It was alive with multiple flat screens, most of which were transmitting information from other countries. "Be seated. Put on your seat belts." said the Admiral gravely, hands behind his back, striding behind a desk. He took a pause. Then he turned and looked both of them straight in their eyes. He turned away. He paced a bit more, letting the moment sink in. He said "An advanced hailing device is currently transmitting from beneath Lake Titicaca, in Peru. Clearly it is of extra terrestrial origin. It is to be expected that special forces groups from around the world will soon descend upon it, in order to investigate. Every effort is being made to translate the coded messages it is sending. Currently, there is one clear passage that is being hailed." Evan Will gulped involuntarily, and turned toward Bingo, who was detectably stiffening in his seat. Evan asked "Admiral, may I ask as to the nature of the message?" "It reads 'Time is of the essence.'"— June 14, 2012 10:29 p.m.
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They stopped at the check point, and Tino displayed identification. The guard called it in, verified it, and passed him on. "Come with me, Kenwort." said Tino as he exited the vehicle and headed for a barrel shaped barracks. Young Kenny scrambled out of the car, then winced as he stepped onto his injured thigh. His hamstring was pulled, and not from starting a kick, but rather from pulling it back at the last millisecond. He hobbled after Tino. They entered the unassuming barracks and passed several Argentine sailors. They approached an office, a Captain's office, and stood at the open door. "Enter and be seated." said Captain Villa, a commander of Argentine buzos tacticos, and no particular fan of Tino Escudero, in Spanish. Tino saluted, and sat down. Kenny limped to the other chair, staring at Captain Villa, who said "Presentations." "This is my son." said Tino Escudero. "Detective Escudero, our nation has come to the arrival that an object some 250 meters underneath the surface of Lake Titicaca is emitting a beacon which both can be detected worldwide, and is of a technology that, at least, our best scientists, cannot comprehend the method of." Captain Villa looked Tino in the eye, and said "Remarks." "There's no war?" asked Tino. "No. We have an extremely unusual situation. For all we know, the technology could be from another planet. The plan is for you to make turns directly for Titicaca, dive there, and report back. Your flight should leave within an hour or so. We await airspace clearance and government permissions. Should the appropriate permissions not arrive, you depart in 90 minutes." "The complement?" asked Tino. "Brazilians. You'll go with an Argentine science officer, stop in Sao Paulo, and gain your complement." "Sir, may I ask why?" "For political, legal and scientific advantages, you simpleton." "Very well. My son must be placed on a flight back to his home." ................................................................................................................. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Evan Will pulled his brand spanking new Ford Taurus up to the gate of North Island Naval Air Station, rolled down his window, and told the sentry "Evan Will, reporting for duty." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7M7d8u40I4— June 13, 2012 11:40 p.m.
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"So you have have the famous Evan Will on speed dial, eh?" said Tino to Kenny. "I've had that for a long time. But recently he asked me to stay in touch." "That's fine. It's a must, really." "I heard on the web that Evan Will is going to kick you in the nuts if it comes down to that." Tino had to laugh. "Boy, you make my day! Where you see that? Tweeter?" "Actually, yes." "Evan Will may try to kick me in the nuts, and I respect his fighting ability. Smarts, boy. Have them. He will drink his own piss if he screws with me." Tino whipped out the back end of the Peuguoet as he turned into his base. And who should he see but some Argentine Marines, with 12 gauge shot guns. In Argentina, they're called amphibious commandos: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embed…— June 9, 2012 1 a.m.
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Evan's cell phone rang. He picked up as he was crossing the Coronado bridge, at reasonable speed. "Yeah, Kenny. Where are you?" "Evan, there's war kicking off in South America. Tino's driving like a fricking maniac." "Put him on the phone." Kenny told Tino "I called Evan Will and he wants to talk to you." Tino snatched the phone from Kenny, made a maneuver in his Peugeot and said "Evan, I'm very busy right now. The boy will take the next flight to Los Angeles. I trust this is the reason you wish to speak." Tino, Buenos Aires police detective that he was, stomped on his brakes in anticipation of another hurried driver. Evan answered "He called me." "Yeah. Kids. Cell phones. Is there anything else you wish to discuss? I'm driving, and cell phone use while driving is a distraction." replied Tino, stomping on the gas as he saw an opening. He was practically to base. Evan descended the bridge and entered into Coronado, at safe speed. Don't screw it up once you're already there. "How come you're on red alert?" "I find out soon. The boy with me. Copy out." said Tino, hanging up the phone and tossing it back to Kenny. He was hauling ass through the streets of Buenos Aires, and while his Peugeot may not have had the pick up speed of Evan Taurus, it was plenty nimble. Tino turned on no siren. Faster not to...— June 6, 2012 1:46 p.m.
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Kenny reached in his pocket, and clicked his cell phone buttons to reach Evan Will. Kenny thought Tino was way cool, but this was the second time he'd pulled out a gun at one of Kenny's soccer matches, and if he was talking about some South American war, then screw it. Evan had always told him, 'If you ever need me, call me and I'm by your side.' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnlPgo9TaGo— June 3, 2012 1:21 a.m.
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Tino's cell phone let off a howl. He grabbed it, looked at it to make sure, and realized that he was on red alert. That meant reporting to the base immediately. It meant war. Tino exhaled, gently stepped on the gas, and considered his options. He said "Boy, I just got a call from headquarters. You have your passport?" Tino's idea was to put him on a plane straight back to the U.S. No. said Kenny. "I tell you, carry your passport at all times." hissed Tino. He couldn't help it. Now that mattered. "I don't want to lose it. I might forget it, it might get stolen. I don't carry my passport around." mumbled Kenny. "That's the same reason you missed the penalty kick. Pride. Well, I would tell you to checklist, but life is not a checklist. I'm on assignment now, and you are excess baggage." Kenny's eyes widened, and he saw how fast Tino was going. "I'm not excess baggage. Where are you going?" "To my base! There is a threat of war!" Tino rounded a turn at high speed. Kenny felt even more sick than he felt before, but yet a little more composed. Emergencies will do that to you. Kenny realized he was headed straight for the base of the Buzos Tacticos of Argentina. Tino stepped on the gas a little more: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IcEMdmASxc— May 30, 2012 1:49 p.m.
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Tino went to Kenny, looked at the ref, and said "Can you get up?" Kenny just groaned and rolled over, he was f'd up big time. People think it's all an act, but the true fact of the matter is that soccer is a serious contact sport, and sometimes you can't just get get up after a hit. Tino put his pistol away, strode toward the ref and said "Levantalo." (Pick him up.) The ref looked at Tino like 'you're a screwed up person, and even though I can't tell you, you still are.' The ref went to Kenny, and the goalie went to Kenny, and between the two, Kenny got up, but there was no chance of going on in this game. Kenny was hangdog, he dragged his ass off the field. Not only had he missed a penalty shot, he'd missed the follow up opportunity and injured himself. It was his first game ending injury, and how do you deal with that as a young man, especially when you're far away from home. Kenny shook his head, and turned his mind off. In the car, a late model Peugeout, Tino said "I don't think you're hurt that bad. When you stop too hard, you're out for awhile. I've never heard of anyone getting hurt permanently from not knowing how to stop. We work your mental attitude right now. That's where the pain is." Tino reached over and caressed Kenny's face, then gave it a light slap, then looked back at the road as he drove. Kenny wasn't saying anything. His first opportunity to score a goal in Argentina, squandered. He knew in his mind that taking the full blown shot to the edge wasn't always successful. Where he really felt bad, young genius that he was, was in the follow up. He should have chipped in, but he wanted to do his usual, and 2where did it land him. On the injury list. Kenny wanted to cry. Tino said "The purpose of playing is to learn. That's the purpose." Tino patted him on the back, then grabbed him around the back of his neck and shook it lightly. "Come on Kenwort, it's part of the game."— May 30, 2012 1:29 p.m.
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The referee blew his whistle, and yelled at Tino Get off of the field. Tino noticed that Kenny had a leg strain of undetermined severity. He turned towards the referee and yelled That went in! The purpose was to make the referee approach him, which he did. And, to boot, the referee approached him blowing his whistle and extending his arm while pointing his finger. Tino grabbed the whistle out of his mouth, turned the string, stuffed the whistle back in his mouth, pushed him to the ground, pulled out a pistol and surveyed the situation. The referee scrambled out of the picture as Tino calmly surveyed the crowd for opposition. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCJPLPUiCxY— May 30, 2012 9:57 a.m.
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Meanwhile, back in Argentina, young American Kenny Clifton was playing more soccer, when, someone fouled a defender in the penalty box. Kenny was playing mid field, even though he was a forward. It was time for a penalty kick. Penalty kicks are made about 75% of the time leaving room for error. Kenne! Kenne! Ven! Ven! The team captain called Kenny to shoot the penalty kick. It would be his first goal in Argentina. But the difference between winning and losing took its toll. Kenny lined the ball up, looked the goalie straight in his eye, walked back, turned around, ran forward and blasted the ball to the right top side of the goal, at practically supersonic speed. The problem is that it didnt go in. It hit the top of the side bar, the left of the crossbar, bounced down so freaking hard that it bounced back up and deflected of the crossbar, to the out. Kenny went full speed for the ball, still in play. Theres no time to think, when youre at it. The ball was out and Kenny went to strike it in, with his right leg, but the goalie got there quicker, and when Kenny pulled back, he hurt himself. He hurt his leg stopping the motion, rolled and tumbled like a pro, and just laid there. A true catastrophe. Tino Escudero was watching from the sidelines. He ran onto the field. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-0yrpvNUbI— May 30, 2012 9:46 a.m.
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Bingo touched the screen, and a siren went off. Evan quickly hit the touch screen, turning the siren off. Bingo said "Sounds like a police cruiser to me." "It is, I mean I have the 2013 police interceptor package on it. Still in warranty. Ford hooked me up. I swear to Buddah, I thought Tim Versace was trying to screw me, because that's what he does you know, sends people over to the Ford dealership, just to screw with the competition. As fate would have it, after I bought it, I called the guy, and Versace told me Ford doesn't have a dog in their line up, and I'm too old for a Focus. Versace told me that to really sell, you have to share market, and Ford is a family car, and doesn't break down. It looks funky from the outside, but looks don't glide, you know what I mean?" Evan waved his hand in further explanation, and said "The grill looks real nice, and honestly, I associate Ford coupes and sedans with police cars, and I'm pretty happy. But the reason I did it was for Joy, because I want to tell you, I'd have gone for the Mustang. Within price range. But what's a man going to do, yeah?" "Something, it appears." replied Bingo, lifting one of his broad shoulders. "Times change, B. I have my priorities. My fiery Pontiac Fiero would approach 175 miles per hour. But I said to myself, where am I going anyway? If Joy's happy, I'm happy, you know? I have to make the right overtures, because I'm in love, man, and when the time is right, I plan to ask her to marry me." "She's more than ready." said Bingo. "Yeah, but I want it to last. So the time has to be right for me, too." "Agreed." Just then, their portable hand sets went off. Each of them pulled out what civians frequently call a cell phone. Code ET. That meant the most major emergency that wasn't a war. It meant something potentially from outer space. Evan said "Holy sh**." answered his phone. "Report immediately to North Island. This not a drill. Repeat, this is not a drill." Evan stepped on it, and hit the siren. Bingo was speaking with Air Force personnel in very low tones. It was on. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99G4Vv-YMJo— May 30, 2012 12:41 a.m.