| True to his word, my commandingofficer, Captain Jason F. Brooks, pulled into the parking lot about 30 seconds later. As he stepped from his car, I saluted him and ask, "How'd you get here so fast?"
He grinned and returned my salute. "I'd been keeping an eye on your progress," he said. "Not spying exactly, but I wanted to make sure you were following him. And you were. You've done well."
I nodded and stood. "Thank you sir," I said and motioned to the body lying on the ground. "I said I'd get him sooner or later, didn't I?"
Captain Brooks knelt and examine the bullet wound, then nodded. "Sweet jesus," he whispered. "I knew you were a damn good shot, but you got him right in the center of his heart. What'd you do, just stick the barrel out the window, sight and fire instinctively?"
I nodded again. "yessir," I said. "I figured, what the hell, it shouldn't be too hard to take him out."
Brooks nodded in response and stood, then walked over to the killer's car. I followed him over and stood next to him as he examined the vehicle with a careful eye. Finally he turned to me.
"How'd you catch him?" Brooks asked. "this car can get up and go when it wants to."
I shrugged. "Remember how powerful my car is?" I asked, nodding toward my own vehicle, which I had shut down to save fuel. He nodded. "Figures," Brooks said with a smile. "Bleh, hondas," he added as an afterthought.
"I know," I said and opened the hood. "it's not even modified. Look."
Brooks took a long look at the engine assembly and nodded. "Nope," he said. "all stock. Nothing aftermarket that I can see, but I still wanna take it back to the shop and have the boys take a look at it."
I grinned. "I figured you'd do that," I said. "Shall we go?"
Brooks shrugged. "sure, if you wanna leave my car here and have it broken into," he said with a small smile. I returned it and motioned to my car.
Seeing the puzzled look on his face, I said, "I can haul your vehicle with mine."
He gaped. "Corperal," he said, 'didn't we say you weren't supposed to modify these vehicles?"
I nodded. "Yes," I replied, "but that was before I actually got in. I remember you gave me permission to mod it in whatever way I wished, so I swapped the engines and installed a few hauling, safety and weapons systems. Not only on my car, but on the others in the fleet as well."
Brooks' mouth was hanging open. He looked as if he was about to scream at me, then suddenly, his face split into a child-like grin and he slapped me on the shoulder. "You son of a bitch," he said, laughing. "So that's what you were doing all those times you went to the garages. I wondered. What kinds of stuff do you have on there?"
"Oh, you name it, it's there." I said.
"missiles?" he asked.
"flame throwers? Antitank rockets? Personal jetpacks? Body armor? Better engines? GPS?"
"Yep, yep, and yep," I replied.
"Okay then," Brooks said. "Let's get back to the bace. The boys will love this!"
I smiled. "you wanna ride with me? I can haul the honda and your car back at the same time," I said.
"Well hell," he replied with another grin, "why the hell not?"
I nodded and entered a code on a small panel on the side of my vehicle. A set of grappling arms extended from the back and lifted my commander's and the killer's car into a large holding bay, then retracted within about ten seconds. My officer gaped. "Damn," he said, "That's pretty sweet."
I shrugged. "That's not even the half of it," I said. "Wait til you see the cab. It's bad-ass."
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