The only things Cameron kept were the ID's and phones. Once l6, George sang his heart out she snapped his girlfriend's neck be fore she snapped his. She cut their heads and hands off, stripped their clothes off then threw the bodies far into the guano. Heads, hands and all their other items including video cameras were piled into a hollow on the land, dusted generously in thermite and burned.
John thought hard about the car. Easy solution, burn it since it already had a box of bottles full of gas in it. Looking at the path the car took off the road, it looked like they drove off the road, hit a rock and abandoned the vehicle. There was no blood, and one broken window that could have happened when they hit the rock. They decided to leave the car where it was. If and when someone found it, there was no sign of foul play, only a bad decision to take a road car 4-wheeling.
Cameron shared everything she found out with John Henry, even the IP address of the Dark Net site that they used for communication. John Henry found the physical location in China. He connected and ran a worm program into the software of what looked like a home computer. Once it activated, he disconnected. The IP he added to the ban list of IP's that could connect with US computers. For now, their coms were down and so would be any computer that connected to the one he infected.
Cameron passed what she learned to General Watson, along with John Henry's actions. General Watson was pleased.
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Since the kids all had a cookout at the Young's house, then the Connor's house, Carol figured it was her turn. Allison rode her bike down to Bob's house. After Joan fed the alligator, She got on her bike, Jackie got on hers, and JJ and Louise got on their bike-car, they all started out around the lake to go to the cookout. Delilah packed Christine with food and a few necessities Carol didn't have. Giving the kids an hour lead, she drove easy down around the lake.
Bob was happy about the cookout. He could get some private time with Joan, and there would be no alligator to horn in on it.
Sonya left soon after to go down to the garage to work on their boat and spend time with Mark. Today, she was going to put together the wheel and struts assemblies. Looking closely at Bob's family boat, this was a complex structure of metal rods and supports. Instead of the main axle being at the bottom with the wheels as cars and trailers were made, this assembly was more like airplane wheels, and had the main axle up under the platform, so it could be operated by a handle directly underneath the platform. Besides sealed bearings in the wheels, the axle also had bearings at each end where the axle bearings called 'pillow blocks' were connected to the platform structure. While the handle moved a half turn from level with the deck aft, to level with the deck forward, the gearboxes the wheel struts attached to only made a quarter to to lift up, tilting to lay flat up under the deck, to down and pointing forward and backward to move the boat on land.
Getting the gear sets made right was critical. Thankfully, The garage wasn't that busy today, so Mark was able to use the templates he'd made to put the gears in his first boat to make the cases for the gear boxes. Once Mark cut the metal, Sonya wended the pieces together and assembled the gears and boxes, into the splines of the axle shaft. On the very ends, the big pillow block bearings went. Measuring everything three times before final assembly, it took them half the day to make the main axle.
Sonya was interrupted when Joe called out, "Hey Sonya! You got a visitor!"
"Be right there!" she called back. Sonya looked at Mark.
"Go on, I know where you're at," he told her.
Sonya went out to the front counter to see a black couple on the customer side. The woman was maybe 5' 4", the man 5' 9", normal heights. Their eyes widened a bit upon seeing her.
"Excuse me," the woman said, "Joe here said you know where Martin Riggs lives?"
"I do," Sonya confirmed.
"My father died, and I know he and Martin were partners for many years as detectives..."
"Roger died?" Sonya asked, a bit shocked.
She nodded. "I'm his daughter, Reanne ..."
"I'm so sorry to hear Roger died, let me find Martin." She pulled out her phone and called. "Yes, Sarah? It's Sonya, is Martin there? ... Roger's daughter, Reanne is here. She has news ... OK, I'll bring them." Sonya closed up her phone. he called back into the garage, "Mark! I gotta go! Be back later." She then came around the counter and said, "Get your car and follow me. I'll take you to his house."
The man said, "You can just give us directions."
Sonya eyed him. "In this case, it's better if you just follow me."
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Derek Roundtree had been going with Reanna for a while now. When she wanted to come to Texas to look up her father's former partner, he didn't think they had a hope of finding him. The last thing he expected was to meet a giant of a woman like Sonya. The woman was huge. So was her SUV, it had to be the biggest one made. Then again, it fit her.
Driving along, following the big black SUV, he told Reanna, "I'm glad we found him. I take it your families were close?"
She smiled. "Back when I was in high school, we kinda adopted Martin. He was not too stable. Dad helped him straighten out." She left out a snicker. "One year, Martin came to our house for Christmas, he wanted me to give dad a bullet. He said he didn't need it any more. At the time I had no idea what that was about. Later, I found out it was the one he was going to kill himself with." She paused. "At the time, I also had a serious crush on Martin. He was a good guy, and funny. He was all but part of the family. I about freaked when I found out he'd gotten shot. I thought for sure he was dead, Dad thought he was going to die. He made it though. The last time I saw him was Dad's retirement party." She then noticed the road they were on was dirt. "Where we going?"
"Following her," Derek said. Seeing brake lights on the SUV, he put his brakes on. They slowed to a stop.
Ahead, Sonya got out of the car and waved an arm. "Get out of the road!" she yelled.
"What's that?" Reanna asked, seeing a long, wide tail trailing off the road.
Derek saw the head. "Damn, that's an alligator! A big one! What's she doing?"
They watched Sonya run away, then come back and jump down. The alligator flailed, it's tail flew up, the Sonya's head appeared briefly, her red hair flying.
"She'd fighting with it!" Derek said weakly. "She could be killed!"
Sonya appeared to stagger up, one hand on the alligator's closed snout, the other just behind his front legs. The alligator was flailing. In a stagger walk, she dragged it off the road and tossed it to the side. It snapped at her and missed. Sonya walked back to her car, gave them a thumbs up, got in and drove on.
"I never seen anything like that before! That thing was bigger than she is!" Derek said breathlessly.
Reanne shook her head. "That looked like something Uncle Martin would do."
"He's your uncle?"
"No, we just called him that."
They drove on, then Sonya slowed and turned down another road. At the end of this road was a house. A couple came out as they parked.
Reanne was out in an instant. She ran over with a cry of, "Uncle Martin!"
"Reanne?" Martin asked, then grew a smile, they crashed together in a hug.
"Look at you!" Martin gushed. "All grown up! I take it this is your fellow?"
"Yes, this is Derek," Reanne beamed. Her smile then faded. "I have some bad news," she admitted.
Martin nodded. "Well, come on inside, Oh, this is my wife Sarah. Sarah, Reanne ..."
"Still Murdock," she offered.
"And Derek ..."
"Roundtree." Derek offered.
"Sonya, you coming in?" Martin asked.
"I have to get back to the garage. I just came to clear the gators out of the road." Sonya told him.
"Don't keep Mark waiting, Thanks for bringing them," Martin said with a wave.
Going inside, Derek asked, "Does that happen often? Alligators in the road I mean."
"Yeah, they are everywhere. Sarah's granddaughter has one that's pretty much a pet. Cameron got mad at her and grounded her when it got in the house." Martin explained with a grin.
"Joan insists it's not her alligator," Sarah said with a smirk. "It just follows her around."
"I'm surprised no one's gotten hurt," Derek noted.
"So are we," Martin said. "The thing just won't go away. Of course, Joan keeps feeding it."
"Which makes it hang around for more," Sarah added.
Martin motioned for Reanne to sit in the middle of the couch. He sat beside her. "So besides watching Sonya clear the road, you said you came with news?"
Reanne nodded. "Dad died."
Martin's face took on a deep frown. "I am so sorry, hon. What happened to him?"
Reanne frowned. "You know there's been all kinds of protests and riots. We went to this reunion, and some kid threw a rock. It hit Dad in the head. We got him to the hospital, but he didn't make it."
Martin hugged her. "That's terrible. How's your mom taking it?"
"Not well," she said with a shrug. "But then again, none of us are. Dean, my brother moved back home to stay with her. We had the funeral, and guards around to ensure our family wasn't bothered."
"It's sad it had to be like that." Sarah offered.
"I hate those people who killed my father," Reanne said. "I wish someone would just ... kill all of them!"
"Yeah," Martin said softly. He then perked up and asked, "Hey, do you two have any plans right away?"
Derek and Reanne looked at each other. "Nothing specific." Derek said, to which Reanne agreed.
"Then stay here for a few days and get away for a bit!" Martin said eagerly. "We got a spare room, Hang out for a while. Run up the road here and go see Thing One and Thing two."
"They live out here?" Reanne asked eagerly.
"They do. Sarah's their mother-in-law." Martin said, jerking his thumb behind him. "Sonya's working on their boat, from what I understand it's almost done. Go fishing, take a walk, relax! OH, just don't fish from the shoreline. That's where alligators hunt. A boat's the safest place to be."
"And watch out for snakes when you walk," Sarah added. "We do have rattlesnakes around."
"You're making me scared to leave the house," Reanne said.
"No, don't be scared, just be careful," Martin told her. "Snakes don't want to mess with you, if you hear one, stop and look for it, then walk away from it. If you don't see it, walk away from the sound."
Reanne chuckled. "Only you, Uncle Martin, would be comfortable around rattlesnakes and alligators."
"They are much more predictable than many people," he countered.
"So what are you dong here?" Reanne asked. "Are you retired too?"
"Semi," he agreed. "I help the town Sheriff now and then. Usually the biggest problem we have is a teenager going fast though town, or someone trying to run a road car over rough ground and getting stuck. Nothing serious, we got good folks here."
Reanne poked him. "I have to say, for an old guy, you're looking good. You also, Sarah."
"Just lucky, I guess." Martin said with a shrug.
"So how did you and Sarah meet?" Reanne asked.
"The usual way, Sarah was bitching about Cameron, and I was begging for a date."
"No, really!" she insisted.
Martin looked at Sarah. Sarah shook her head, "In a loose way, he's right. What he didn't mention was at the time, He was a Detective on the police force and I was a wanted fugitive."
"Really?" Reanne squeaked.
"Lucky for me, Martin was after the truth," Sarah told her. "Truth be told, I was afraid of dating anyone." She cast Martin a smile, "Martin here cured me of that."
"You were a fugitive?" Derek asked. "I take it you're not now?"
"I was cleared of all charges," Sarah explained.
"By the President," Martin added. "And given the highest honor a civilian can get. It's equal to the Medal of Honor in the military."
"Damn, Sarah," Derek said, "What did you do to earn that?"
Sarah winced. "We really don't talk about that."
"O, come on," Martin said with a roll of his eyes. "Sarah and her family, stopped a nuclear war from happening, we're talking they all but single handedly stopped Armageddon."
"You did help with that," Sarah told him.
"Later on, but you were at the forefront, Sarah," he reminded her. Jerking a thumb at Sarah, he told Reanne, "She has almost as many scars as I do, and that's saying something."
"It is," Reanne agreed. She'd seen some of his scars.
"She also had to raise John while she was fighting and ducking authorities," he added. Then with a smirk, he said, "Later on she had to deal with tin miss."
"Tin Miss?" Reanne asked.
"Thing One," He told her.
"So, you're a hero," Derek concluded.
"Sarah's whole family is," Martin told him.
A knock sounded on the door. "I'll get it," Sarah said. She came back in with John and Cameron.
"Hi everyone," John offered. "We were heading down to the Tanner's for the cookout. Carol asked if Cameron could do the cooking. Want to come along?"
"You game?" Martin asked, looking at Derek then Reanne.
Reanne stared at Cameron then said, "You're Thing One!"
Cameron grinned. "I am."
"You look the same as you did over ten years ago!"
"I age very slowly," Cameron replied. "Want to ride with us?"
"What did you bring?" Sarah asked cautiously.
John shrugged and said, "The EV-2. We've been off-roading."
Derek's eyes widened. "A Ripsaw EV-2? You have one?"
"Parked right outside," John confined.
Derek jumped up. "Reanne, we gotta take a ride on that!"
"You removed the turret, right?" Martin asked. "The Sheriff said he doesn't want to see it in town again with the turret on."
"What is this thing?" Reanne asked.
His eyes glistening, Derek said, "It's a luxury tank! I seen them on Youtube, but never saw a real one, like in person."
John grinned. "We took the turret off, we're harmless now."
They went outside. It was a tank, all right. Reanne had never heard of a tank with gull wing doors before, or a ladder to climb up and in.
Since Derek was so excited, John let him have the front passenger seat while Cameron drove. She showed off a bit for Derek. Racing straight up the driveway, she shot across the road and into the brush. Bouncing along at 40 miles an hour over hillocks and through brush, Reanne was in the back seats with John, gripping the 'oh shit' bars (like Joan called them) while in the front, Derek had a gleam in his eyes and a big smile on his face. After a ride through the rough country, Cameron returned to the road and rolled along to turn down Carol's driveway.
Parking off to the side, next to Christine, they got out to hear laughing. Down in the yard, the Bob, Joan, Allison and another boy under an apple tree. It looked like they were playing baseball. Joan pitched an apple to Allison who held a thick stick. Allison swung, and the apple Joan pitched exploded. Bits of apple flew everywhere. They all laughed. Bob took his turn at bat. Joan picked up another apple and pitched it. Bob swung and exploded that one.
John chuckled. The things kids came up with.
Derek stared at Christine. "Who's car is this?" he asked eyeing the perfectly restored classic.
"That's Delilah's car, Christine," Cameron told him. To Reanne, she said, "Delilah is Thing Two."
"It's that an antique?" Reanne asked.
"Possible, I don't know the proper designation for old cars," Cameron said in a musing tone. "Delilah saw it and wanted it. It is a beautiful car."
"She's here?"
Cameron motioned Reanne towards the house. "Most likely in back setting up with Carol."
Going around to the lake side of the house, Carol was by the grill, Delilah was cleaning and scaling a fish. By her JJ saw them coming and announced, "Mommy One! I caught a big fish off the end of the dock!"
"I scared away the alligator who tried to steal it!" Jackie added proudly, holding up her left arm that was in the shape of a plasma canon.
"You did," Delilah said, "But no more shooting at alligators."
"Yeah!" Louise added, "You soaked everyone, and JJ almost fell in the water!"
Jackie pouted, "I didn't know that was gong to happen."
"You do now," Delilah told her. "What you did was dangerous!"
"I'm sorry," Jackie pouted.
"But Jackie saved my fish!" JJ said. "The water boiling up like that was neat, but then the water all came back together it flew high in the air and rained down all over the place."
Cameron grinned. "Plasma shot into the water?" she asked Delilah.
Delilah nodded. "It did scare that alligator away, but it was a bit too much."
"Like hitting a fly with a sledge hammer," Carol said dryly.
"Jackie, you really need to learn to use a gun," Cameron told her. "and put you canon away."
Jackie looked at Delilah, Delilah also told her, "Put it away."
Jackie frowned, her arm morphed back to normal.
"You are encouraging a child to have a gun?" Derek asked in disbelief.
"It's best to have one," Cameron told him. "Hungry wildlife don't care what you are, you're food if you can't defend yourself."
"And a gun is less destructive that Jackie's arm canon," Delilah told him.
Reanna was just staring at Jackie.
"Where's she get a weapon like that?" Derek asked weakly.
"Inherited one of mine," Delilah said. "I have two, Jackie is my daughter, she only has one."
Cameron tapped Reanne with an elbow and said, "Martin loves Delilah's canons."
"How, I mean, Jackie was born with that thing in her arm?" Reanne asked.
"She was." Cameron said, then smirked, "You should have see the look on the doctor's face who delivered her. She thought Jackie was deformed."
"I remember that," Martin said with a smirk.
On of the phones Cameron had rang. She pulled it out. It was George's phone. In his voice, she answered it.
"Yes?"
An angry voice asked. "Why haven't you been checking in?"
"We have found nothing substantial. Are you nearby?"
"What's your designation?" the voice asked.
"L6, you should know that."
"Don't get smart with me!"
"What is it you want?"
Reanne was staring at Cameron now as she talked in a man's voice.
"A status! You are there to do a job, not play vacation time!"
"We've moved to Austin, there was nothing in that town."
"Is that so?" the voice asked in a heavy tone.
Cameron then heard the frequencies of the phone being tracked. She crushed the phone in her hand. She pulled out the other three phones, crushing them as she called, "John, we got trouble coming! These phones are being tracked."
"From where?" John asked as he came over to her.
"I don't know, but it's not far away."
Martin's phone rang. "Riggs … right Sheriff, thanks … yes, they are hostiles." He then hung up and announced, "We got trouble coming right down the road from town. Ten cars, the Sheriff saw long guns. Reanne, Derek, get back in the EV-2, Sarah, drive them out of here."
"Mom!" John said, "Take Harold with you."
Martin gave his keys to Carol, "Here use my car, get Bob and yourself out of here."
Cameron said, "JJ, Louise, go with Carol, Hurry!"
Delilah ran over to John and Cameron. "Set up to defend here, I'll be back for the kids. First, I have to slow them down. She ran around front shouting, "Christine! I need all you got!"
Confused, Reanna let Sarah lead her quickly around the house to the parking lot. Ahead, Delilah was running for her car. Her car started up, backed out of it's spot and turned around, the driver's door came open. pausing, she saw Delilah shut the door and jump up on the hood and yelled, "Head for town, Let's GO!"
Christine took off burning rubber, Delilah on one knee on the hood. Bother her arms now ended in cylinders.
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The only car left was Carol's little Wrangler. John had to set a defense with only pistols and kids. Looking closely at the terrain, he had Joan and Allison lie in the yard facing straight down the driveway. There was enough slant to make them very hard targets. He had Jackie stay with him on the other side of the driveway in a depression. Cameron had two pistols and went partway up the driveway to obscure herself in bushes to the side.
They had been caught flat footed. Cameron vowed that would never happen again.
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The loss of communications not long after he'd sent his team to find out who was killing his people let Sylas know something was up. L6 was good at keeping him informed, then went silent not long after he arrived in the suspect town. Using the cell phone tracker, Sylas got close to town with his personal guards, then called L6. The one who answered sounded like L6 but spoke differently. Then this person lied about his location. It wasn't L6, it was an impostor.
Sylas knew where the call was coming from, he led his ten car caravan down the road to the source. He was going to capture and torture the one responsible for their failures.
Sylas noted a car coming at them fast.
"What the hell?" his driver asked. It was a very old car, it looked like no one behind the wheel, but a blonde was on the roof, poised to jump, her arms out to the sides looking like cylinders. Her hair was being blown back by the wind to whip behind her. Her eyes glowed red.
"Kill her!" Sylas barked.
His guards leaned out to comply, the old car shifted over into his lane. The driver suddenly understood and hit the brakes way too late. That car going at least 60 was going to ram them. He let out a cry before the bone shattering impact.
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Delilah jumped just before Christine rammed the lead car. Firing her plasma canons in a stream of plasma bolts, she aimed for the last cars in line, going for their windshields. the first four she got right through the windshields, killing the occupants while the cars kept moving. the last two she shot at, she hit the hood, making the car explode, the last one she vaporized the roof and the heads of those within. Landing on a wreck, she bounced up and tried to get herself stopped by bouncing again, each time pushed to stop herself.
When Christine hit the first car, it literally folded over the front and collapsed, the front end being crushed into the passenger compartment. It was crushed from behind when the car behind it was rammed into it, and was forced in the air to the side. Weight and momentum were in Christine's side. The second car was crushed, hitting the third one back, they bounced to the sides as balls of wreckage. the fourth car was only crushed back, engine now in the front seat after Christine plowed into it.
One car in the middle survived. Seeing the massive wreck in front of him and something flying and shooting above, the driver snapped the wheel to the left and avoided the massive wreck. He did turn off the road and plowed into bushes. Heart racing, and his passengers shouting in shock, He tried to back out of the brush and get back on the road.
"Go, go!" a man in the back yelled.
"Hurry!" another cried, seeing Delilah walking towards them, plasma canons out. On the road, the line of now destroyed cars were burning.
The driver pushed the gas, his car wiggled in place. He tried rocking the car, but the traction control wouldn't let the tires spin fast enoug to free them. He tried again and the engine died. They all smelled gas.
"OUT OUT!" his passenger cried. They got the doors open and piled out. They heard an old song playing from the wrecks in front of them.
Here we come again,
Mmm, mmm
Catch us if you can
Mmm, mmm
Better get a move on
Mmm, mmm
We will yell with all of out might,
Catch us if you can!
catch us if you can.
They looked towards the music. One of the burning wrecks was pushed aside. A '58 Plymouth appeared, the front end heavily damaged, the left front side burning. The car idled towards them to clear the debris and stopped. As they watched, metallic squealing noises came from the car. The hood popped out back in place, the headlights became whole and took their proper places, the bumper reformed and the fire went out. Looking like nothing every happened to it, all 4 headlights came on.
"Wow, some did survive!" Delilah called.
They all turned to see Delilah walking towards them. Closer now, they could see blood all over her, her left cheek was hanging down on her face, silver showed within.
"I surrender!" The driver cried, throwing his hands in the air. The man who was in the back seat on that side, decided he had to kill that woman. He snapped his rifle up and shot. She stopped walking, raised her arm and shot a plasma bolt that vaporized him and part of the car. She then shot the driver, erasing him and more of the car. The other two ran. Christine's engine revved as she leaped forward to hit them, running the men over.
Delilah scanned the wrecks for anyone left alive. The only heat she was seeing was from burning gasoline. She put her canons away. Walking over to Christine, she petted a fender. "Good Job sweetie. We stopped them cold. Let's go pick up the kids."
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Delilah's news that those men were stopped made almost everyone breathe a sigh of relief. They all got back together again at Carol and Bob's house.
The only one who wasn't happy was the sheriff. He went down the road to follow the suspicious group and found the carnage. He called Martin to block traffic at the other end of the scattered wrecks then called the State Police. This was way too much for him to deal with.
Several State trooper cars showed up, then a whole line of wreckers ad ambulances. By the time each car was photographed and the positions of each were noted, then the bodies taken out so the cars could be moved, it was well after dark by the time the scene was cleared.
Martin had been on the north side of the impassible wreckage. Martin, the Sheriff and a pair on investigating officers stood on the road lit by their headlights as they discussed what they found.
"I was waiting for them a few miles up at an intersection," Martin told the State police. "The Sheriff called me, I was set to intercept them, but they never arrived."
"I followed them a couple miles back," The Sheriff said. "I was trying to catch up with them and came upon this big mess. What I can see is the lead cars hit something, and they all piled into each other. By the blackened interiors of some, it looks like they had combustibles or explosives in the cars when they all rammed together."
"The only thing missing is, what did they hit?" Martin asked. "Was one of them coming from the other way? If so, why crash together head-on? This is a two lane road."
"Only one car has Texas plates," The Officer with the clipboard said. "We're getting information on the out of state plates. With the guns and like the Sheriff here said, explosives, it's almost for certain they were up to no good. Until we know more, we're going to go on the theory something happened, and they crashed together with no outside influence. Unless they ran into a bulldozer coming down the road, I have no idea what could cause this and be able to drive away afterwards."
"Want me to get some help sweeping away the bits left?" Martin asked.
"We'll send a road sweeper," The Officer with the clipboard stated.
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On her way back to Carol's house, Delilah called John, Sarah and Carol to let them know i was safe to return. Holding one hand to her face so she didn't bleed on Christine's upholstery, and the other holding her phone, she was glad Christine could drive herself. When Christie parked, she even opened the door for Delilah.
The medical kit they had was in the EV-2 Sarah parked and got the kit out as they others got out. Seeing Delilah holding her face, Reanne ran over to her. "I'm a nurse, let me see."
"We got it," Delilah told her, "But thank you for the offer."
"What happened to you?" Reanne asked.
Delilah shrugged. "I got clumsy and fell off my car."
"Who was driving?" Derek asked.
"I guess I shouldn't trust those automatic driving functions," Delilah said, then followed Sarah inside.
Reanne followed them in. "You have more injuries," she said.
Derek looked at Christine as they went in. He knew such an old car would not have any electronics in it at all. Looking in the driver's side, he didn't see any add-ons on or below the dash. Looking at the front he didn't see any add-on sensors either. There was nothing on this car he could see that wasn't original equipment. Everyone else was inside or going around back. He grabbed the door handle and the doors locked. The radio blasted out:
Keep on knocking but ya can't come in!
Keep on knocking but ya can't come in!
Come back tomorrow night and try again.
Derek recoiled away from the car. He stood there, staring at it.
"Excuse me."
He moved aside to see the brown haired girl walk past him with a couple paper towels and a bottle of cleaner. She knocked on the window. "Christine! It's Joan, I want to check your seat and stuff to see if it's dirty."
The doors unlocked. Joan opened the door and scrutinized the seat.
Derek watched her scrub a couple spots in the seat then inspect the dash. She put cleaner on the towel and got in to wipe the dash down. "You're a bit dusty, not too bad," Joan said as she worked. "Don't worry about Delilah, Gramma Sarah's fixing her up." She wiped the steering wheel then got out and looked at the floor. She pulled the rubber mat out and wiped a bit if dirt off it, picked something off the floor then put the mat back in. She shut the door and announced. "OK, that's all I can find." Joan turned to see Derek gaping at her.
"When I tried to open the door, the doors locked and the radio played," he said blankly.
"Of course, you're not family," Joan explained.
"The car can tell?" he asked.
Joan nodded. "Christine isn't just a car, she's alive," Joan explained and went inside.
Derek stared at the car again. A living car? Come to think of it, there was a legend about that. a 1958 Plymouth fury. It was red with a white top and white strip back to the tail fins. It's name was Christine. "Holy shit," he whispered. A sudden chill ran down his back, he decided to go join the others.