Last Exit for Reality

My vacation in Mexico came to an end about three weeks ago. My troubles started one week before I was to go home. I developed fever and stomach pains. I know in Mexico not to drink the water or eat some of the food. Somehow I picked up a worm or two eating something I shouldn't have. I was treated there but after a week in their hospital I checked myself out and headed home. I called my doctor and he placed me in a hospital here. It took about 8 days for them to get rid of the worms.

I have gotten worms a couple of times before in my travels so it isn't anything new for me to deal with.The last time I think was around 1987. I had taken an Air Jamaica jet from Miami International airport to Kingston, Jamaica. There I was met by six other Agents that had flow in about ten days prior from San Juan, Puerto Rico. I was told that three men had broken in and stolen tracking equipment manufactured in San Juan and taken it by boat to Kingston. They had a CIA stooge with them and they were to land their boat 50 miles up the coast from Kingston.

There were a few unknowns that we had to deal with, one was how big of a boat they were using and how long it would take them to reach Kingston. Second, did they have enough fuel on board or would they need to stop and refuel and where? My thought was if we knew where they were going we should stop them while they were refueling or at sea. I was told that the problem with that scenario was if the tracking equipment got wet or damaged it would be a loss of millions of dollars. So we were told to make sure that the tracking equipment was on land before we apprehend the equipment to prevent them dropping it over board.

Two days later the boat was spotted on its way up the coast to a place called Yallahs Point. Agent Moses and I headed up the coast to meet the boat in a very small 4 wheel truck. The other Agents and helicopter were stationed around ten miles away at and old landing strip used for drug running.

Agent Moses and I took up a position over looking the docks and the road out of there. Our plan was to let them off load the equipment from the boat then stop them on the road. We found a fishing shack where we could see both the dock and road. It also gave us cover. All we could do then was wait.

We had brought food and water but Moses was a very large Agent and had eaten most of the food by that afternoon. I watched through a window while Agent Moses went looking for more in the other shacks and boats tied to the docks. The idea sounded good at the time but I would pay dearly in next few days. Moses returned with some canned food and smoked fish he had found. I was hungry so I snacked on both.

I had just finished eating when the boat arrived with two men, not three. It was a really large boat. Within minutes a moving van type truck pulled up and they started to off loading lots of boxes. I made the call to the other Agents as they left the dock and drove down the road. Agent Moses and I jumped into our truck and followed them.

Thirty minutes later we had the van stopped and they were all under arrest and being held off to the side of the road. We open the van and searched the boxes we saw offloaded from the boat and placed then in the van. Inside the boxes were government issued guns and rifles but no tracking equipment.

We raced back to the dock and the boat was gone. The helicopter searched for hours and came up with nothing, the boat had vanished. Bottom line, was it really tracking equipment that had been stolen or was it guns or both? We couldn't get any answers.

I waited in Kingston another day to hear what was really going on but the CIA had no answers so I headed back to Miami. The following day I became sick and found out that the dry fish I had eaten probably had worms that were now in my body. I spent two days in the hospital and was given lots of drugs to rid myself of them.