At the embassy, the legal attache paced nervously in the lobby.  Special Agent Pete Morales of the FBI should have been at the airport.  It was his director coming in, but the security pukes said only one car because it was a surprise visit - and surprise, everyone knew, was better than a massive show of force.  The everybodies who knew did not include Morales, who believed in showing force.  It was bad enough having to live down here.  Morales was from California; though his surname was Hispanic, his family had been in the San Francisco area when Major Fremont had arrived, and he'd had to brush up on his somewhat removed mother tongue to take his current job, which job also meant leaving his wife and kids behind in the States.  As his most recent report had told headquarters, it was dangerous down here.  Dangerous for the local citizens, dangerous for Americans, and very dangerous indeed for American cops.