After about an hour, the truck is reunited with the highway. Its crew couldn't be more oblivious to its beautiful embezzling stowaway.
Marion, still less than a thousandth her size, welcomes the smoother ride. At least this highway is paved. They usually are. But of course, desert construction isn't known for being the cheapest that they come...
Up ahead, there's a sign. It's for a BP.
The truck stops here, and parks next to the curb. The two men get out, and go inside.
If Marion didn't feel vulnerable before, she does now. Anything, and anyone, could come along and take this money...
But then, she could too... She has NO idea how she's going to move it, when she's this small...
But then, there is a way she can take this in baby steps. Rather than moving the whole stack at once, she can try to move one note at a time. She'd better hurry, though. Those two men could come back at any moment...
From the highway, a cop car pulls into the lot, lights flashing. In a flash, it pulls up to a parking space, and stops. Two cops get out, and go inside.
Marion scoffs...although she's a bit frightened, by the cops' sudden arrival. Now would be a GREAT time to start moving the money...
The cops come back outside, with the two drivers...in cuffs. They're stuffed into the back, and locked in. One of the cops points at the truck, while radioing for help. Moments later, they're both outward-bound, with the two truck drivers in tow.
Marion can't waste any more time. She's gotta make her next move...
From behind the truck, a motorcycle cop pulls up. He shuts off his motorcycle, parks it, leaves his helmet, walks around the bed, and peers into it.
Marion's in lingerie. Even more embarrassing, the cop's staring right at her ass. Or rather, he would be...if he actually saw her...
The cop grins, and collects the money in his great hand. At this, Marion's feminine hormones couldn't be more procreative. A big sum of money, that she embezzled, is being claimed by a manly cop who should be arresting her for embezzling it. And she's like less than a bug to said cop...
The cop opens his shirt pocket, and slides the money inside. Marion tries to hold on, but can't. She slides down the money's length, and lands at the bottom of the cop's pocket.
In here, she can hear the cop's heart beating. It sounds like thunder. And it won't shut up. And it won't leave little Marion in peace.
Moments later, the truck is being impounded. And the motorcycle cop has resumed his duties...unaware that he's just picked up a bad girl, and that he would have her in his hip pocket...if it weren't his shirt pocket.
