by Smitty
Look at the young “family”.
“We frome Venezuela,” says the “father”, haggard. Woman carrying one baby and with a small, thin waif clinging to a leg.
Shove off the wall, walk toward the large sedan.
Rooftop lookout signals safety with the laser pointer. Open the door, in they go.
Guy’d been a Department Head at the Uni in Caracas. Wife, perhaps lovely with another 20 pounds on her; oil baron’s daughter.
Near a gated location some distance from Vegas, where these “lucky” ones will “enjoy” avoiding starvation, heat and ICE. Stop.
Butler opens door. Cargo tumbles out.
Wasn’t paid to talk.
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via Darleen