Now the T-bird had reached the fence. It plowed through the barbed wire, tearing it open and dragging a tangle of it behind. Metal fence posts bounced and tumbled after the T-bird for several meters, plowing holes in the dirt. Then one snagged on something, and the remains of the fence tore free. As the smuggler raced on into Aztlan territory, the Phantom IV turned in a screaming arc over the buffer zone and disappeared behind us into the night, away from the border and back into CAS air space.