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Along the shore the loud waves break

A post card view, too real to be fake

The sun sinks below a beach front cabaña

As shadows lengthen in Hagåtña

About eight weeks ago

"Hafa Adai, welcome to Guam, Agent Jones," says the stylish young woman greeting me as I walk out to the luggage claim at the AB Won Pat Guam International Airport. "My name is Mahina and I will be taking you to your hotel. Please follow me to the car." She leads me to a white Toyota Camry with blackout tint on all the windows including the windshield. The mood inside the car is tiring. My eyes are weary, but the darkness of the enclosed car is suddenly disrupted by flashing neon dash lights and the 1970's disco rhythm of KC and the Sunshine Band's 'Keep it Comin' Love. I feel like I am in a rolling nightclub yet I am too tired to do anything but fight to keep my eyes open.

"So quiet. You tired from the flight?" Mahina asks, her voice straining over the beat of the music.

I nod my head, hoping for a quiet ride, but the volume stays the same and she still feels the need to talk at me.

"Well, let me tell you about the island. The ethnic mix of Guam's population is mostly made up of the indigenous Chamorro people. The rest is a blend of Pacific Islanders, Asians, and Caucasians. You can see and taste the diversity in the island's culture and food.

Did you know that for more than 200 years, Guam was a Spanish colony? Well anyway, now Guam has an American style of local government. Did you know that Guam is also a prime vacation spot for both Japanese and Korean tourists? Vacationing in Guam is much more economical than going to Hawaii or the U.S. Mainland."

My brain is too tired to retain her words. Why Guam? I have been asking myself that for the last 18 hours. The intelligence report stated that drugs are being smuggled onto the island in record amounts. A huge amount of Government of Guam funds have been misappropriated. Corruption, it runs deep on this island. Somehow, someone on Guam hacked the OGLE mainframe. And the piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit is a man only known as 'eL Capitan' who may be the mastermind behind it all. All Mahina wants to do is talk at me. She is either trying to impress me with mundane facts about Guam that anyone could Ogle search or she is trying to keep from talking business. Either way, her description of Guam seems idealistically romanticized compared to my own research. There are many blogs, news stories, and historical books about Guam, but there is this one book. However, Gallivanting on Guam is more like a trashy tour guide of the corruption and pornographic emptiness that exists, that most locals don't want outsiders to see. But those stories and images are inescapable today. You can find them on your computer, tablet, or even stream them on your phone. And sometimes, on certain days when the truth does prevail, you can read those stories in Guam's newspaper, the Pacific Daily News. And you can hear about them on KUAM News. The nameless narrator of that Guam book and the other characters embody everything you could ever dream of or fear about the ethical, moral, and social values of Guam. At first, that book seems to be about the narrator, who is quite possibly the most vile, insipid, alpha male gym rat in history.

But he has a lot of insight as to what power does to human disposition; how humans can take the passenger seat in their own lives; and how global society has become immune to trashy, vile filth in the media and movies. That book has such an incredible and slowly developed sense of menace and spiraling insanity that the reader doesn't even realize it until they reach the end, which is exactly what happens to the narrator in the novel. I don't think I've ever had such a visceral reaction to a book before. And that trashy Guam book—that book took place in the time before smart phones. It was a time when the Internet was still fairly new. And my research proves that some of the characters in that book are real and all the government corruption was true. In real life, the characters from that book were nothing more than 15-minute celebrities whose crimes were soon forgotten and they returned to their lives of lies. As for the island itself, that author took a turbulent reality and made it seem like heaven on earth. Guam.

About three months ago, three months before this assignment lead me to Guam, there was a reading of that book at a small bookstore in the upper West side of New York City. The reader was an actor friend of mine named Thom. He was just practicing his narration skills, but the book was new, the title was titillating, and the story seemed interesting. Thom began by explaining that he was friends with the author of Gallivanting on Guam and he used finger quotes as he explained how that book was a work of "creative non-fiction". Thom continued to explain how no character in that book calls the narrator by name, suggesting that the narrator is not actually the author, but just another character. He also used finger quotes to explain that much of the story is "pure fiction." He best described it as a creative vilification of a vile isle.

At the end of his reading, Thom the actor suggested that maybe the author wasn't being cynical. The author himself was quoted as saying, "I really thought the Guam society I was a part of was ridiculous and it was vile and everyone was awful, and yet I wanted to fit in." Thom suggested that the moral of the story was that the local people on Guam have a wicked vulnerability to the continued cycle of corruption within the local government. But none of that mattered to anyone in a crowded bookstore in the upper West side , including me.

And now, tonight finds me here on Guam—“America in Asia", or so Mahina says as she pulls into the parking lot of a small hotel.

"Here we are, Agent Jones. So how long will you be staying? The agency is on high alert, because of North Korea. But I heard that you are here to investigate local corruption. Is that it? Are you here to help us with the local corruption?"

I pause for a moment before responding.

"Let's wait to discuss the assignment with the rest of the team tomorrow morning. For now, I can tell you that even though North Korea has a nuclear warhead aimed directly at Guam, and even though the North Korean dictator says that Guam is doomed, our purpose is not to thwart that threat. Our mission has nothing to do with North Korea. Thank you for the ride, Mahina. How will I get to the field office tomorrow?"

"Ai Adai! Agent Jones, I will come back to pick you up in the morning. Is seven-thirty too early?" she asks.

"No, seven-thirty will be fine. Goodnight," I say stoically.

"Goodnight, Agent Jones," and Mahina drove away.

Morning in Harmon:

Last night, as soon as my head hit the pillow, it put me into a deep sleep. In the daylight of morning, I can see that headquarters set me up with a room at the Harmon Biltmore Motel. At first glance, it seems like a joke. No toiletries available. There are strings of long, black hair all over the place (who knows from whom?), but no shampoo, no toothbrush, no toothpaste, no hairdryer, no coffee pot, and the worst part: no coffee. The bed feels substandard, but at least the sheets look clean. I check my phone for messages. There is a vague e-mail describing my mission: observe and report the activities of Guam's current governor, Cal Lakas and track down a man known only as eL Capitan. There are two attachments, one with more details about eL Capitan, but I’ll read that at the meeting. The other attachment contains information about my team for this mission:

Mahina Malia Cruz: a Chamorro/Hawaiian girl. She grew up in the Guam village of Barrigada and is known as the Barrigada Barbie. She was a former Miss Guam Universe, an Uno Magazine bikini model, and a graduate of the University of Hawaii. She is a forensic accountant.

Stella Emiko Taitique: a local girl of Chamorro, Japanese and European ancestry. Stella grew up as the only child of a single mother. She was raised in Ordot and attended Notre Dame High School before she joined the Navy and became an intelligence officer. Stella is the information collector.

Eddly Aguon: a local boy turned information technology technician also knows as a hacker. He graduated from Father Duenas High School and was educated in computer science at Stanford. He gained hacking experience in Silicon Valley. Intel describes him as a sometimes raving paranoiac, prone to fits of self-sabotage and sugar highs. He is obsessed with online assassination video games, especially, S.O.D. 2, or Spectre of Death 2: Iraq.

This is going to be an interesting experience. I close the message and plug the phone back into the charger. I shower, dress, and make my way to a nearby restaurant named Shirley's Coffee Shop. While I was showering, Mahina sent a text telling me that she and the rest of the Guam team want to welcome me to Guam and treat me to breakfast. I hope the coffee is strong.

23 Minutes Later

"Chamorro sausage, eggs, with fried rice, chorizo, eggs with fried rice—the Chamorro sausage is really tasty, you will like it" the waitress says, repeating the order. "And the Spam omelet and Chamorro sausage, eggs and fried rice."

"Shirley's is known for their fried rice and you should try the Spam with hot sauce," Mahina says to me. I nod in amusement as she orders some for me. Spam. She is not talking about the electronic kind. She is recommending the kind from Hormel Foods Corporation in Austin, Minnesota. Hormel reports that on average, each person on Guam consumes the equivalent of 16 cans of Spam each year. Partially because they can order Spam at restaurants like McDonald's and Shirley's Coffee Shop.

The conversation comes to a halt as the food arrives. This team is hungry and the food is good. As I finish a second cup of coffee, I can't help but think about Spam.

"Spam!" I say aloud and notice that all eyes are on me.

"You like the Spam? And the hot sauce?" Mahina asks with a cheerful tone and a wide smile.

"Yes. And I find it ironic since Spam is our mission" I say, looking at the curious faces. "Our mission involves Spam. Let's enjoy our breakfast and once we get to the office I will tell you about the Spam."

"Lovely spam, wonderful spam! Lovely spam, wonderful spam! Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, SPAM!" Eddly annoyingly sings that old Monty Python song.

Later that morning:

The team meeting is inside a non-descript office building in downtown Hagatna, complete with floors filled with cubicle jockeys, pretty receptionists, fake plants, and Muzak. But here on the third floor, behind guarded security gates, is GUAMCOMSEC, the computer security division of the Guam National Security Agency. Outside our meeting room, more than a dozen system administrators monitor remote tracking stations that provide tracking, telemetry and data retrieval services. Inside a small conference room, our team is seated around a table except for Stella who is standing at the head of the table, ready to begin her presentation.

"Two weeks ago, a computer tablet was stolen from the office of an unnamed female tech executive at Quark. She believes that it was stolen by an unscrupulous co-conspirator of Governor Cal Lakas, perhaps by a mole working for the Saru Corporation. The stolen tablet is said to contain compromising information. Our mission is to locate and retrieve the tablet.”

"What is so important about the information on the tablet? And what does it have to do with Spam?" Mahina asks.

"The contents of the tablet have not yet been revealed, as this could have led to certain circumstances that have not arisen. Therefore, whoever stole it may still have it in his possession. The ability to access it at a moment’s notice is almost as important as the possession of the tablet itself" Stella says with a serious tone. "Agent Jones was sent in to lead us on this mission. He will be posing as a tourist with a strong curiosity about the culture and history of Guam. Our job is to follow his command until the tablet is retrieved. Jones, the floor is yours." The tension in the room is thick as everyone's eyes examine my troubled expression. Should I tell them what is really going on? What if there is a mole in this room? Can I trust that no one here is working with Governor Cal Lakas? Can I trust that they do not really work for Mr. Saru? No matter, they are all staring at me and I am gazing out the window.

"Thank you, Stella. Team, retrieving the stolen tablet is our top priority. Also, our mission involves Spam. Someone has been putting drugs into Spam cans and shipping them to Guam. Someone is shipping methamphetamine to Guam in cans of Spam. It seems like the perfect crime. Who would suspect that drugs are in cans of Spam?" I ask rhetorically. Eddly and Stella look at each other as Mahina stares blankly. "The intelligence report states that the Spam is diverted, repacked with methamphetamine, trucked to the Port of Los Angeles in San Pedro, and then shipped to Guam. Our mission is not to stop the drug trafficking. We just need to figure out who is doing it. We need to follow the money," I say to a silent table.

"Who on Guam could do that?" asks Mahina.

"Uneducated human beings. Low life people who need to get a life and stop dealing drugs," Stella says.

"At first, we suspected a man only known as ‘eL Capitan’, but now we think it is an inside job. Inside the government of Guam that is. We believe that the Saru corporation is involved with eL Capitan and more specifically, Governor Cal Lakas."

"Who is eL Capitan?" Mahina asks.

I open the attachment in the message on my phone and read the description aloud.

"eL Capitan's real name is Stephen Binkfain but no one calls him by his name. He is described by the people who have met him as artistic, impulsive, captivating, garrulous, ingenious, musically-inclined, thoughtful, and driven by a madness which few may hope to understand. He is said to be the son of a Vietnam-era American GI and a Barbary Coast bar girl. He was raised in the San Francisco Haight-Ashbury district during the early 1970's. After graduating from Galileo Academy High School, he joined the Navy, where he excelled as a Navy Seal before being promoted to intelligence specialist at the office of Naval Intelligence. He was discharged in the aftermath of the infamous Tailhook scandal and enrolled at Silicon Valley College where he specialized in computer science. He disappeared for a few years only to be arrested for hacking into the Ticket Master box office and dispensing free tickets during the first Electric Daisy Rave, where he was performing with his band 'the Stimulators'. No one has seen or heard directly from him since. He is an enigma. That is his power. Anybody could be working for him and they may never know. Physically, he has been described as tall, dark, and handsome with an almost preternatural youthfulness. He is a highly-educated with a penchant for good food, strong drinks, and beautiful women."

"He will love Guam," Eddly says with a smirk as I pause and then resume speaking.

"We need to focus on finding eL Capitan and get close to him without letting him know that we are looking for him. He is probably hiding in plain sight and on a small island like Guam, finding him should not be difficult. Do you agree?” Everyone nods and I continue. "Once we find him, we have to keep our cover and get close to him. Close enough to access the tablet and then apprehend him. Eddly, check in with the local bar scene. Look for any new bands on the island. Mahina, monitor all GPD communications in case the local cops hear anything. The first thing we need to do is find eL Capitan. And we need to investigate governor Lakas."