The Guardian

the most. All truckers had people, ladies, whatever that they knew or saw at the points that they frequented.
    Often times it was a lady or perhaps a brothel they would stop and visit along the way. Martin was gay so a brothel was out of the question. He was sure that he would have gay contacts from his AOL buddies. That would surely cause some interference.
    Well, it was decided. He would go to King City, nose around the area and see what he could dig up. He check all the truck stops. If by chance he ran into Dorsey, he would tail him. Otherwise, he would just try to get information from people that he knew or associated with. He would work what ever he could find.

Chapter 107
    He sat there in front of the cozy fire, his maps laid out. There was a steaming cup of hot coffee on the small table next to him. He sighed, rolled his shoulders to try to relieve the tightness that was there and set about making his plans.
    While going over his maps a thought suddenly came to him. He had heard about a small prostitute operation over in the North Las Vegas area. There were quite a few trailer parks over near the AF Base and they were going unnoticed by the authorities.
    The Guardian put his maps away and decided to see if he could find it.
    He could see only one problem. He would have to go out without disguises of any kind. That in itself was not the problem. He had done that many times. The problem was the cops working under cover.The LVPD had increased their undercover operations. This would pose a dangerous situation for him if he were caught. Getting away from them was not the problem. Injuring the officers was not something he would enjoy. It would ruin his working relationship with Halloway and Griffin. This would be a dangers obstacle indeed. This made it possible he might encounter one. If he was arrested, it would blow his cover and he would be done. It would take a great deal of manipulation to get out of it. His only hope would be to go to Halloway and Griffin and come clean. He didn’t think that would be an option but decided that the end was worth the risk.
    It was early enough in the evening he decided that he would go now. Going there without a lot of preparation was not a wise decision. However, he looked at is surveillance and decided that it would be safe.
    He dressed like a normal tourist. The clothes were loud, stand out colors. Making sure that he wore clothes that didn’t show his tan to ensure the impression he was from out of town.
    Before he left, he went to his computer. He had installed a special device that would prevent anyone from hacking into it. They were also unable to access any search or history information. This was done to guard him from any legal problems. There was always a possibility that his cover would be blown and things would go south rapidly. It would leave him no way out. With his operation, it was necessary to search the sites that would give him the information. This information was needed to run his operation successfully. It didn’t take him long to pull up the information he needed. He would not be able to use the GPS. This information was not easily obtainable. He would need a considerable amount of cash.
    He packed very little gear. All he wanted to do was get the location. The planning would come later. He had to know what he was dealing with.
    As he rode into Vegas, his mind ran full speed. He had to decide where he would go first. The people that wanted this type of thing would need to go unnoticed.
    North Las Vegas was full of bars. The one thing that GI’s love to do was drink and play pool. NBC’s Dateline operation caught a large number of GI’s.
    The places he needed to work weren’t located in North town. He would have to go to the seediest part of Vegas. This area was near 4th and Freemont streets. Most of the pimps whores and drug traffickers worked this area.
    He parked in the parking garage of the Golden Nugget. There were no guards at the gate. All he had to do was validate his ticket at the Cashiers cage and ride out.
    It was easy to go unnoticed as he walked the canopied area known as the Freemont Experience. At the end of this tourist attraction was 4th street. It was like walking into another dimension. Immediately it became dark and eerie. All the lights and glitter were left behind.
    A working girl immediately approached him. They worked fast down here.
    “Hi there. Give a girl a light?” She said holding a cigarette up for him to see.
    It