Borderline [On hold for major revision]

Borderline [On hold for major revision]

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Border Patrol Agent Cal Tucker has lived off of instinct for as long as he could remember. But when he accurately predicts increasingly unlikely events by "following his gut", he can tell that something is about to change. He works all day catching illegal immigrants who work to ruin the lives of others, but he harbors a deeply buried secret: he may catch bad guys during the day, but at night he helps those who simply want a fresh start. Even those who are by the country's definition "illegal aliens". Now enemies on both sides of the law are hunting him, and they aren't giving up until they get what they want.
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Code: 213

TEASER: I sit comfortably in my makeshift shelter, planning my next voyage to the surface. Faint footsteps above ground snap me out of my thought. I silently reached to my loaded gun, an SKO Shorty, and carefully pulled back the hammer. I silently crept up the unstable metal stairs, aiming my gun at the door at the top. The heavy metal door creaked. Something was behind it. The door pushes open to reveal a man. A human. He slowly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crinkled yellow paper. I grab the note, while lowering my gun. I look up only to find the man gone. I unfold the paper. It's hard to make out the words in red ink with the dim lighting of the sewer tunnel. Eventually, I'm able to decipher, "34.0522' N, 118.2437' W". Coordinates. At the bottom of the note, scribbled out in black in, there's one phrase. "Code: 213" *Please note this story includes graphic depictions of blood and violence. This story may not be suitable for all audiences.

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