Acknowledgements:
Omi as always
The BTN8rs - with apologies
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"Okay, where's this body..."
Don got out of the car, shading his eyes against the bright New Mexico sun as he fished his sunglasses out of his shirt pocket. Glancing around, he headed towards the desert where he saw a shovel sticking out of the sand.
"Uh, Don... Don!"
INS Agent Hector Nacimento rushed after him, halting him with a hand on his arm.
"What?" Don gave him a puzzled glare as Hector stopped him from continuing on.
"Snakes!"
Don huffed, amused, and tugged up his pants leg to reveal tall cowboy boots beneath.
"I may be new to the Albuquerque office, but I used to do Fugitive Recovery in this part of the country. So let me put it this way: when it comes to venomous snakes? This ain't my first rodeo..."