For All Nails #13: Roadblock

By Carlos Yu

The McDowell Building
Burgoyne, CNA
5 August 1969

Timothy Liddy was a happy man, though of course his will concealed it from the outside world.

Ostensibly, Operation Intercept was an exercise in controlling the flow of contraband marihuana from the USM into the Confederation. In practice, the result was glorious chaos.

What Mexican teamster didn't have a spare box of Acapulco Golds to trade for pounds at the roadmobile stop? What Mexican tourist didn't have a few gift tokes for his norteño friends? Few indeed.

And so the lines at the border crossings grew longer and longer, the traffic jams extending deep into the plains of Jefferson -- Liddy had taken the Fort Lodge Bureau station's airmobile to look for himself -- and Mercator getting angrier and angrier. Since, after all, hadn't he signed that drug trafficking agreement himself? Offensive of the Dove. Liddy snorted.

Meanwhile, certain Mexican citizens detained at the border were being questioned -- politely, for now -- by Bureau salt-and-pepper teams. When the time was ripe, the press would receive a small leak of Bureau-approved information . . . and the story would unfold to the Administration's credit.

And all of it done without the least taint of Starkism.

This still left the problem of Urquell. Reports had him in the Capital District (possibly), Chapultapec (unlikely), Mercator's private Hawaiian estate (perhaps, but would the Mexicans risk a possible Kramer submarine extraction? ... could the CNA make it look like a failed Kramer operation? No, there were few enough CNA assets in the Pacific).

If there was one regret Timothy Liddy had about his rapid rise to the top, it was that his current position rarely allowed him in the field. Still, some rules were made to be broken.

Proceed to FAN #14A: The King is Dead.

Proceed to 9 September 1969: I Got Sunshine in a Bag.

Proceed to Timothy Liddy: Martha Stewart Living.

Proceed to CNA Politics: The Magnificent Anachronism.

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