Federali Tree

I am at Maya Cuisine and it is a very authentic burrito bar.  It reminds me of the beginning of my federali journey.  I have done over 25 years of work as a federali, with many other law enforcement, law, and reconnaissance, positions without a gun, not even a pistol.  I knew as a baby that if I owned a firearm, before I had direct protection, it would be used on my head, especially by Latinos.  The lack of it garners respect with that community.  It was at a border crossing from Tijuana, Mexico, where I, as an active U.S. Marine, negotiated the emancipation of the U.S.'s top DEA agent who was my blockhead boyfriend.    He was so stupid as to separate from me at the border back in and urinate publicly.  I spoke with the federali and I was all business even as he openly flirted with me.  Because I saw myself as nothing, especially in the attractibility department,  I let him know that no I would not give him money, I just needed our ID's and I needed to get this man back into U.S. Customs territory.  My ex had done a stupid pot sale with a group from Minnesota when we met them in a bar.  Just know that the whole town had been cleared out before I went in with him, and this group was so retarded as to go in anyway and publicly buy drugs.  We luckily dealt properly with the strippers and got the first transgender Mexican male to female entity.  She was one of these strippers.  She followed me into the restroom and we got her out of there when rage there followed her.  That was the plan all along.  I am used as bait all the time.  She is long dead now after Munice, IN, when I worked with the top admin of The DEA, Michael D. Wilson, Navy Seal from South Side of Chicago.  The whole matter was so explosive at the border that we almost had to begin to bomb the vicinity before everyone who had ever visited or lived there went transgender.  It was a massive Mexican Wiccan spell  by Jose who I worked with in Panchero's Burrito Bar (CIA drop shop) years later.  He was British Intelligence, but not Interpol.  He was a beautiful Mexican male who dealt with brutal transgender situations from birth, thus he shunned his Mexican heritage.  He has mesmerizing green eyes.  I say Aztec King.  Maybe the ease that I executed the test in the deserted town of Tijuana, was what made this man so randy with me.  He, still today, is my federali number two, and he is from Nicaragua.  He wanted marriage right away, but I thought he was joking.  Now I know that A LOT of Latino men were on board behind his eyes and they had been watching me behind the scenes from birth.  My federali, gang, and cartel work in The Twin Cities has taught me that the numbers of all of these is very small.  The head of Colombian Cocaine Cartel is Jorge.  He works quick and is normally mean.  He was polite with me and even wanted to have a drink with me publicly.  He would also hug and kiss me openly at the door.  He always used a condom and I kept him calm by being the first being to give him oral sex without fear or him asking.  He is top cartel key and is the best federali chief South America has ever had.  He is also top guerrilla warfare military trained in the world from birth.  He is an attorney, now, and he is heavily guarded, legally, by embassy.  He is the ONLY Colombian in vicinity and he NEVER offered me drugs.  He always came with a different car.  I think he was confused that I never asked to drive and own one.  I have very restrictive rules, set for me at Pearl Harbor.  It keeps my cover clean. I live by them still today.  Hienne (Spanish for Jimmy) is the head of MS13 and the one night we spent together he surprised me with some classy beer.  He showed me his tattoos and explained them to me.  He also told me that he had a daughter who was named with a Mayan name.  He was calm and relaxed with me.  We talked all night long.  I know his son as well, but I will protect his identity here.  He also used a condom and was quite gentle and sweet.  He, with the cartel chiefs from Adelita's (who did come into Fridley Starbucks as a tiger foursome), are all of the MS13's in vicinity.  These men, when pushed will go off, but with me they were just wanting to understand my unconscious answering to their most intimate prayers and my restraint, especially fiscally.  Just know that they can put out a call at any time.  They check in on me at Fridley Starbucks at times, but, for now, they know to stay away so I can work my other cases, especially against the FBI.  Line deputy, it is time to read Hieme into the border crossing at Tijuana and have take care of my lose end boyfriend from Ramsey . Heime can be found by talking, personally, to the owner of Adelita's Restaurant in NE Minneapolis.  It must be you. I will not name my ex  here, thus it will be read as being taken care of by law enforcement tree.  They are going to take him back there and torture him pretty bad and endlessly.  Just to let law enforcement know, MS13 is the only Latino gang.  Look in the eyes and you will see Heime on LSD.