Suppernads told a little white lie about her injury, to confuse the enemy. She did tell Sun Tzu what to write in The Art Of War, as Flippy Doo will attest: "Let your plans be as dark and impenetrable as night; and when you move, fall like thunder."
She knew she would get the call. She always does. "Si, el Presidente. I'll do eet. Just like Pockeeston. Just remember to give credit to SEAL Team Seex again."
As we speak, she is creeping toward the cabin, dressed in Mexican Army winter camo, her face and bald spot covered with zinc oxide, Good Rig in one hand, atomic milk grenade in the other, and 10 inch Bowie knife between her teeth. The addled retired submarine chief is keeping the engine warm on the nadsMobile, a 1984 Subaru wagon with Ciudad de Mexico plates, ready for the extraction.
The request by the sheriff for news helicopters to back off was made at Suppernads' insistent. She's not worried about Dorner knowing she is there; she doesn't want America's children to see the Mexican combat EMS ninja reporter in action, and kill each other imitating her on the playground. It's for the children.
