The concept was simple and dare I say beautiful especially when the Zetas take you out to the desert and shove a stick of dynamite up your rectum as a motivation builder. Build a small, powerful, and fuel efficient aircraft big enough to transfer kilos of beaner blow back and forth from Mexico to the U.S; I named it Surveyor which is a nice corporate name NASA and the FAA would approve of. After tooting a kilo Scarface's own white myself and staying up through five straight nights having no one to talk to except my Texas Instrument and my bodyguard Eliecer i drew this beauty up. Whar a time it was lighting the instrument panel with Christmas lights at a moonless 4 am flying somewhere over Matamoros with enough Mexican snow to OD an African Elephant.