The lights on the top of the car flashed
Red. Blue. Red. Blue. Red again.
Again and again, this cycle repeated.
"Ma'am?" the stupid MX began, driving me insane on the inside. Blue.
I ignored him, staring into the cold distance, feeling a chill from the wind. It was a dark night, the air was brisk and my coat was thin. I was tired of this, I wanted to go home.
The MX stepped in front of me. "Ma'am? Are you listening?"
Red. The MX continued to ramble, irritating me beyond all reason. I straightened up, the hood of my car reflecting the police lights. I placed my hands on the cold metal, the lights turning my skin red, then blue and so on and so forth.
I looked away from the policeman, obviously bothering him. He even went so far as to snap his fingers in my face. "Miss Lance?"
I turned back to him sharply, angrily. "What?"
He watched me with fierce, yet blank eyes. "Where is DRN-0167?"
