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Pirate Video
My natural instinct was to jump on the person coming up the ladder before they could squawk. Nathan held out his palms towards me, urging calm. He picked the sombrero up and used it to conceal his bound wrists.
A man poked his head into the room. Fat, fifties, with armpit rings soaked into a green polo shirt. He held a burrito to his face, half of it falling out of his mouth as he spoke.
“Hey, what is this?” he asked. “Who are you?”
“Ah, there you are,” Nathan said. “Did you forget our meeting?”
“What meeting?” the man asked, stepping into the room.
“Me and my daughter. We want to take some DVDs over the border. Stuff you can’t get over there. Didn’t your associate tell you?”
“I don’t have an associate,” the pock-skinned man said, taking another bite of his cheesy b
