The guys had been outed by some big brass ass in DC. Escobar had photos and Intel outing them as Special Forces conducting surveillance on him. My fir...t clue was watching Don get clubbed over the head with a steel pipe then being dragged downstairs to the basement. When I saw Ben being carried by two men following behind a guy dragging Don and gave myself away. They did not know I was with them until I ran to Ben after seeing his leg was bleeding. I had not been outed because the ass in DC did. I was surprised that my wage was as low as it was. I know I could make a lot more money if I went job hunting.I need to explain a little about the business. As I mentioned they package things for any customer anywhere. They mostly dealt with major manufacturers who find it cheaper to outsource their packaging needs.My dad had told me that when Mary Abel's dad owned the business it was a sweatshop, with very low wages and no benefits. After Mary took over she tried to make it a better work. I put the whole thirty five bucks on the farm's credit card. They knew and expected it. Why not? It was tax payer money after all. Now Swamp thing had a different outlook on its credit cards.I used the smarter than smart phone to call for an automobile reservation. I had waited too late to get the car of my choice, so I had to take a crappy mid-sized Chevy. "So, if you will give me a call at noon tomorrow, I should be able to give you the exact pickup time?" The clerk asked."The car isn't on. You will spend more time trying to convince someone to pay for your expertise than you will spend using that knowledge.I don't suppose that bit of wisdom will help most of you. The one and only time in my life that I had the opportunity to pass it along and have it matter, I couldn't do so. My alma mater offered me way too much money to pass my knowledge along to some up-and-coming expert. The practicality of money is much more important than dashing some student's dreams, so I was heading back.