Well, this is a fine how do you do!
I remember when I started my law enforcement career as a US Customs agent at Terminal Island, California. (Later, I was transferred into the newly-created DEA in 1973.) I was assigned to the air detail, and our mission was to catch pilots smuggling drugs into the US via aircraft from Mexico. We had our own planes and pilots, and it was exciting stuff following suspect aircraft and making arrests and seizures when they landed with their cargo. Now I suppose we would be flying into Mexico, picking up the dope, and flying the loads ourselves.
Somebody wake me up and tell me it's all a bad dream.