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JR turned and saw flashing blue lights on a white and green SUV that was racing to catch them. He recognized it as a Border Patrol vehicle, which was common in this area.
“It looks like it, but it’s the Border Patrol so you’re not being pulled over for any traffic violations. There’s the next exit in about a quarter of a mile. Turn your right blinker on, take the exit as before, but pull over to the shoulder as soon as you can.”
“I’m scared,” she admitted. “I’ve been pulled over by the police as a passenger in someone else’s car, but never as the driver.”
“There’s nothing to be frightened of,” he assured her. “They’re probably doing a routine citizenship check and that will be it. You are an American citizen, aren’t you?” he teased.
“Yes, but with a skin tone significantly darker than yours.”
She exited the freeway and immediately sought a spot along the gravel shoulder to stop the car. “Where are the emergency flashers?” she asked.
“This model year was before that feature being standard equipment, so there aren’t any. You’ll be fine. Their flashing lights will do the trick for both of us. Just roll your window down and then keep your hands on the steering wheel.”
The officers were just sitting there. Finally, they made an announcement using the loudspeaker in their SUV, ”Ocupantes, salgan del vehículo con las manos vacías y a la vista.”
“What did they say?” Rockie asked.
“They’re speaking Spanish. They want us to get out of the car with nothing in our hands.”
“Do they think we’re illegal immigrants? For crying out loud, look at your hair. Should we get out?”
“No, wait for them to ask us in English,” JR told her.
They didn’t have to wait long, “Occupants, exit the vehicle with your hands empty and in clear sight.”
“Now we can get out,” JR told her as he opened his door.
Rockie followed his lead, opening her door and stepping out of the car. They each stood, arms at their sides, with their door open. Each was looking back at the Border Patrol vehicle, waiting.
“Turn and place your hands on the roof of the vehicle then do not move.”
Doing as requested, they faced each other across the canvas roof. Rockie looked ashen, but JR just smiled back at her reassuringly and said, “Everything will be fine.”
They heard both front doors of the SUV open, followed by the sound of heavy footfalls on the gravel shoulder as each Border Patrol agent stepped out. JR took his eyes from Rockie’s and glanced to his left to watch the two men approaching. One was heading for his side and the other was heading for Rockie.
They both wore tactical uniforms, which included outside the shirt Kevlar vests, holsters that strapped at the bottom to their thighs and web belts that were loaded with extra ammunition pouches and other accessories. They were prepared for action of some sort, but there was also something wrong with this picture.
The agent approaching Rockie reached her first and asked, “Ma’am, are you okay?”
She looked across at JR with a quizzical expression. Why wouldn’t she be okay?
“You don’t have to worry about him,” the agent told her, “You can answer me honestly. Are you okay?”
“Of course, I’m okay,” she answered. “Why would you think that I wasn’t.”
“Ma’am, please go back and stand by our car while we speak with your passenger”. The agent took Rockie’s arm, turned her in the direction of their vehicle and then urged her forward.
She looked back at JR as she slowly walked towards the Border Patrol SUV and he could see tears starting to roll down her cheeks. This was getting ridiculous. Then he realized the truth.
“Officer, what is going on here?” he asked the one that was standing directly behind him now. The other officer was walking around to the same side of the car, looking in the windows as he did so.
“Is Moore at the house?” the one approaching asked his partner.
“Who’s Moore, and what house?” JR asked.
“Shut up and stand still,” said the officer behind him. “One more word from you until you are asked a question and I’ll arrest your ass.”
“Try it and I’ll put you in the hospital,” JR replied. His words drew just the response he was hoping for.
Just as his partner had stepped up beside him, he reached around JR to try to grab one of JR’s wrists as his partner went for his other one. Rockie watched from twenty feet away as JR spun so quickly that neither office could react. Before they knew what had happened, JR had grabbed both men under their chins and banged their heads together. Rockie could hear the concussive sound of the two skulls colliding, and then watched as both agents fell limply onto the gravel shoulder and rolled down the embankment into a culvert.
“JR…,” She yelled, running toward him, “What have you done?”
“Stay back Rockie,” he told her. His attention had been drawn to an unmistakable sound about ten feet from where the unconscious agents were laying.
“There’s an angry rattlesnake down here that I need to deal with.”
She stopped at the back end of the Corvair. “Oh God, JR, be careful.”
JR slowly descended the embankment until he reached the agents. He kept his eyes on the coiled rattler while he felt around on the web belt of the first agent he came to, searching for the assault baton he expected to be there. Instead, he found an old wooden Billy Club. Grinning because it further validated his suspicions, he removed it from the ring holding it.
He slowly approached the agitated rattlesnake with the club extended in front of him. He could see that the rattler was relatively young by the few buttons it had on its rattle. That would probably make it more aggressive, choosing to strike rather than flee. JR was counting on that.
When he was close enough to prod the snake with the club, but still far enough away to avoid getting bit himself, he poked the club at the head of the rattler, tempting it to strike at it. It only took a couple of pokes before the snake responded by lunching at the club and sinking its fangs into it. JR immediately tossed the club before the snake could release its bite. Both landed with a thud about twenty yards away, in some scrub brush behind the barbed wire fence that lined the frontage road.
As he walked back to where the agents still laid, he yelled up to Rockie, “Call 911, give them our location and tell them everything is not Code Four. Got that? Not Code Four. They’ll understand.”
“But I don’t know where we are…”
“Tell them that we are on the Interstate 10 frontage road, just east of exit sixty-two. Remember, not Code Four. That’s the important part.”
He watched as she nodded, and then went to his car to retrieve her cell phone from her purse. She stood with the driver’s door open watching him as she dialed emergency services.
JR examined each agent to make certain that he was still breathing before removing the handgun from each holster. Both were automatics, but they were inexpensive Taurus nine millimeters. Not something that the Border Patrol or any other government agency would use as a service weapon. He clambered back up the embankment, ejected the magazine from each weapon and then laid all the components onto the top of his car.
Rockie looked over at him with her cell phone against her ear, “They asked me to stay on the line until help gets here.”
“Yeah, I figured they would. It shouldn’t take long though.”
“We’re in the middle of nowhere,” she objected. “We could be waiting here for hours.”
JR smiled and pointed to the sky. She heard the sound and turned in that direction. A speck in the distance was heading directly towards them at a high speed, and within seconds, the sound and shape of a helicopter became clearer. The increasing sound of the helicopter was being matched by the distant sound of sirens.
JR walked around to join her by the driver’s door. She kept the phone to her ear, but leaned into him, resting her head on his chest. “Can you tell me what ‘not Code Four’ means?”
“Code Four is a law enforcement radio message indicating that everything is okay, or the situation is stable. When you told the operator that everything was not Code Four, what do you think that he or she assumed?”
“She thought that we were some type of law enforcement and we need assistance. But we’re not law enforcement, so isn’t that illegal?”
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