BARBED WIRE BORDER CROSSING - dark gray“But shall we close the borders?” one congressman asked another.

“Why bother? It’s a joke to close them without securing them.”

Even as they spoke on the capitol steps, at the southernmost border of the country a knife blade flashed in the moonlight, but the guard was facing the other direction. He hadn’t heard the whisper of five men crawling through the tall grasses – nor the few snaps of wire cutters. So he wasn’t prepared for the strong arm that pulled his head back, exposing his throat.

In seconds, his life was soaking into the ground from the perfectly executed wound.

And five more Mexicans congratulated themselves on having taken up residence in the United States.

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