(Ok this is just a heads up. Later in the story there will be conversations in Spanish. I do not speak Spanish at all. I will be using a translation service that I found to get Spanish into the story. I will have something said in Spanish then right next to it I will have the English translation in italic. I just want this story to be a good as I can make it. If some of the words are not right it's not my fault it's a computer translating not me.)

Laredo Texas-

Ada was sitting in a small diner only twenty miles away from the Mexican border sipping at a Cherry Coke and eating a cheese burger as her Camaro was being worked on by the local mechanic. She had gone from Washington DC to Laredo Texas in just under two days and she wanted to be sure her car was ok to continue the trip through Mexico to the Columbian border without braking down on her. There was only a few customers in the diner, most of which looked like they were about as sharp as a bowling ball. Mostly dressed in overalls, cowboy boots and a hat mainly sporting a beer or an oil company. Of coarse there had been some whistles from the locals when she had walked through the door but that was all they did. She finished her burger and Coke and headed out the door and across the street to the mechanics.

"Are you almost finished?" She asked looking at the pot bellied man.

"Yeah I'm all most done just hold yer horses." The man said as he checked the oil.

Ada sat in a chair by the door right in the path of the small fan trying to escape the heat of the afternoon until she could get back on the road.

"Don't you have air conditioning?" She asked.

"If yer hot take off yer jacket." The man said and looked slightly to the side to see what she would do.

Ada saw him looking at her and winked. She stood up and slowly started to unbutton her jean jacket looking more like a stripper than an over heated woman. The man turned his head more to watch her as she opened just the bottom of the jacket reviling the bottom of the tank top and her navel. She slowly turned around and looked at the man over her left shoulder and winked at him again. She slid the jacket down her left shoulder and slowly pulled her arm out and turned back to him. She reached up with her left hand and tugged at the top of her tank top showing off a little cleavage before moving her hand to the other shoulder. She softly bit down on her bottom lip as she slid the jacket down inch by inch. Finally she let it fall to the ground reveling the shoulder harness and the semi auto .357 that was hanging at her side. The mechanic stood up so fast that he slammed his head on the hood of the car and knocked it off the hook that was holding it up and the hood slammed shut. The mechanics' eyes were glued to the sidearm and he was slowly backing away.

"Are…are you a cop?" He asked.

"Not exactly." Ada said running her index finger along the hilt of the weapon

"I didn't mean any disrespect."

"Sure you didn't. Now about my car. Is it finished?"

"Yes, yes ma'am."

"Good. Now how much do I owe you?"

"Free, its on me."

"I'm not robbing you. I am a good guy. Now how much?"

"Fifty even."

Ada picked up her jacket and pulled out a clip of money and placed a fifty dollar bill on the chair she had been sitting in and got into her car. She fired up the Camaro and backed out of the garage and into the street and continued southward into Mexico with the jacket on the passenger side seat and a smile tugging at her lips.

Mexican border-

Ada had put her jacket back on just as the border came into sight. The road was a little busy but not so busy that she had to wait in line for hours to get to the check point. A man in his thirties was checking every car that entered or left Mexico for any illegal contents and soon it was Ada's turn to be checked.

"After noon ma'am." He said tipping his hat to her. "I have to search your vehicle before you enter. Is there anything that I should know about before I begin?"

"I have a duffle bag in my trunk." Ada said.

"And what are the contents of that bag?"

"Well lets see I have a few pairs of clothes, some reveling panties, crotchless." She said that with a wink.

The man adjusted his tie and looked at back at her.

"Anything else?"

Well I also have a light armored tactical vest capable of stopping an AK.47 full metal jacket round from fifty meters away, a silenced .45 snub-nosed handgun, an MP5 sub machine-gun with stalk extension and silencer, a few flash grandees, a few M67 frags, and an incendiary grenade."

"Yeah ok. Pop the trunk so I can see."

"You really want to see my panties don't you?"

Ada shut off the car, got out and walked around to the trunk with the man behind her. She opened the trunk and stepped back. The man reached in, unzipped the bag and looked inside. He saw the change of clothes and lifted them out and looked them over. There were of course no crotchless panties and he set them aside and looked back into the bag. He saw the vest that Ada was talking about and raised an eye brow as he lifted it out of the bag. She looked blankly in the bag seeing the exact items Ada said was in there. He slowly reached for his side arm and unsnapped it from its holster.

"Bad idea." Ada said.

He turned around and saw Ada with the .357 in her hand but it was not pointed at him.

"Hands on your head."

He complied and waited for the next command. Ada reached into her back pocket and pulled out a wallet and flipped it open showing the man her ID.

Name: Wong, Ada

Age: Classified

Sex: Female

Occupation: Secret Service

Job class: Classified

"Your secret service?"

"Yes."

"Where are you going with all of this?"

"Classified."

She folded the badge up and put it in her pocket and replaced the .357 into its holster and started around to the front of the car closing the hood as she passed by. The man was still standing with his hands on his head when Ada started the car again and went around the divider into Mexican territory.