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"Jess, I told you to not go back there with a fucking vehicle. It's a snowmobile trail dummy. Have you at least called a tow truck to come and pull you out?" I grounded out with a small hint of annoyance in my voice. A person I met while on duty who was in trouble with his life and he needed help so I told him he could call me whenever to help him, like right now.
"No, I don't have any insurance for towing, that's why I called you to come pull me out. Please, I won't have enough money to pay the towing on the car," Jess begged with his voice sounding pathetic. On some of the patrol vehicles, we have a winch for situations like this. My eyes glance at my gas gauge and wasn't happy about it being as low as it showed.
"Okay, let me get some gas and I need me your exact location so I can find you. But will need to know, I will have to do a report about this, I can't hide stuff like this from my superiors. If they figure out that I did hide something, it could cost me my job. Remember, send the exact location of where you're at," I ordered with my voice firm and taking a left on a street, heading towards the gas station I usually go to. That's also where those two Lambos have been spotted at.
"Thank you so much! I'm forever in your debt," he responded with delight and relief filling his tone of voice. Rolling my eyes at his antics and hanging up on him, I take another left to pull into the gas station and a pump for diesel. My eyes caught sight of the same Lambos parked near where they were seen from before meaning they were just left there. Who in their goddamn mind would leave these cars here?
The feeling of being watched slowly crawled up my back and a shiver went down my back in reaction. There was no one here outside at the pumps and inside of the store, no one would be seen from the window. I hop out of my truck and begun the process of filling up my truck with diesel, making sure it was diesel. I have filled up a tank with gas instead diesel in my other Ford, not a smart idea.
Taking a flying leap of faith and courage, I made my way over to the two Lambos and took out my phone for a picture. I walked up much closer than the other couple of times and caught sight of a symbol on their hoods, both of them had it. The symbol wasn't the normal golden bull but of the resemblance of a face. It was boxier looking though, not giving the full looking of a face.
My phone snaps the picture of face and a few more of the two themselves, making sure to get all their angles; it's not like they have a bad side in the first place, they are fucking gorgeous. The feeling never left and only grew long I stood in front of them, admiring the beauty of them. The weirdest part of it all, they both gave off a vibe. The red one was happy about the attention it's getting from me and the yellow one was giving a murderous vibe, trying to scare me away.
Pump number two made a clicking noise at the sound of my vehicle's tank is filled. My eyes were glued on the Lambos and were nearly impossible to look away from their perfection. I forced myself to look away, head over to my truck to finish up, and leave without another thought.
My phone finally buzzes after multiple minutes on the road and I pulled over to check out where Jess got himself stuck. He seems to have gotten his SUV stuck on a wooden bridge meant for snowmobiles. I don't even know why he was all the way out there. It's in the middle of nowhere forest and there isn't any nearby stores to get to from that trail.
The safest way to go for my truck to not get stuck just like him was go the way he was heading towards. It would be a little bit of a challenge to maneuver my truck between a couple of tight spots but if it's for Jess, might as well get done. A tow truck would never be able to get their selves back there and it would take all my knowledge and skills to figure out how to safely make it to him. Fuck my life.
Heading in the direction of the cross road of the snowmobile trail and road meet, I call into dispatch to tell them the position I'm going to be in won't allow me to get to help quick than carefully getting my truck on the trail. It was wider without the snow on it to my advantage, making it a bit easier to drive on the slim trail.
It took awhile to get down to where he got stuck and by seeing in real life how bad he got, all I hope my winch could pull him out of there. We greet each other before getting to work on putting the tow strap on the front and hooking said tow strap to the clip.
Jess puts his SUV into neutral as not to ruin his transmission and making it easier to pull him out and sits inside, waiting for me to pull him out. I lock the winch in place, get back inside of the truck, and begin pulling him out of the hole he made. My Ford had some trouble at first but slow and steady win's the race and I did just that. It took some time until his back tires were finally on the ground again his vehicle out of danger for now.
Once getting him unstuck, I unhooked the towing strap from the front of his SUV and threw it in the tool box in the bed of the truck. Closing and locking the tool box, I hop back into my truck and rest my head against the steering, releasing sigh of annoyance.
Now, I have to somehow maneuver my truck around and head back to the main road. Another bad part about this is my truck is a long bed, making my back end stick out further then wanted and giving me a harder time turning around. Remember, the trail is meant for snowmobiles, not for three ton truck attempting to get facing in the right way. I hate my job, I love my job, I hate that I love my job.
With my great abilities and skills with working with trucks, I was able to maneuver my truck so it was facing the right way. We got on our way of getting onto the main road and gladly it didn't take too long. We said our goodbyes to each other by wave and split ways. I called into dispatch to alert them I got done with my job and was ready for any calls, there wasn't any.
"Come on, give me something to do. Speed a little bit or even uh, just do something people. I'm bored," I groaned out loud to myself as I'm alone in my truck, bored out of my mind. I had hid my truck in a perfect spot so no one passing in their cars could see me until about thirty feet away from me. From the sneaky spot, I could see them through the trees and tell if they were doing against the law.
No one was doing anything against the law for the rest of the day, giving me nothing to do but sit here and wait for any baddies to break the law. Either I'm in the wrong spot or no one wants to break the law, that's not good for us officers.
My head was resting in my hand as my eyes scanned over the small amount of cars passing by. That was until my eyes caught sight of a familiar cop car passed by, as if it was teasing me. I immediately perked up, put the truck into drive and gave chase after this son of bitch with my lights on. I tried to call into dispatch about the chase but just like last, only static on the other end.
This was going to be a stupid idea, I followed him through a small city and he turned into residential area. He kept making turns, literally drifting around corners, and gaining feet away from me; my truck wasn't built to chase cars like these and I had to soon call off the chase. A Ford F-150 going against a Saleen S281 Mustang; of course I lost to it.
My radio mysteriously came back to life and I reported what had just happen in the span of ten minutes. Our dispatcher was confused but made sure to put out a BOLO, be on the lookout, for the Saleen S281 Mustang with a license plate that read JHFW46; at least the criminal had a license plate.
The day was coming to an end after the Mystery Mustang has yet to be found and I decided not to take a second shift to find him. I headed home with tiredness slightly catching up on me and pulled onto our long driveway from the road to our houses. The trees give cover from the sight of the road and you can't really see our houses.
My eyes glanced over at the Lennox's house and saw many fancy cars parked in front of their house. A Porsche, Camaro, two Lamborghini (the same ones from earlier), Peterbilt semi, Dodge Charger cop car, bright neon green ambulance Hummer, and Ferrari 458 Italia. That is a lot of expensive cars over there, definitely three times the money I will ever make in my life and by this point, my eyes were literally bulging out of my head.
Will has what I call car heaven over there and instead of heading towards my house, I turned towards his house. He ditches me to hang out with some rich punk's, how can he resist a beer by the greatest bonfire creator and steak cooker? It's downright awful to leave me hanging like that and invites my absolute, well maybe not the dodge, favorite cars over to his house.
A shiver goes down my spine the moment I step out of my truck and it wasn't from the cold, the temperature was about fifty degrees. All these vehicles gave me an overwhelming sense of being watched and an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Ignoring it the best to my abilities and walking up to the front door, I knock and was greeted only a second later by Will himself.
"So, you ditch me for an amazing bonfire, great steaks, and have high end cars parked in front of your house. What is the meaning of this?" I questioned with a hint of joking in my voice. He put on a horrible 'will you forgive me' face and shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, these guys are from my division and wanted to come over," he replied. That… that seemed off like he was lying yet not lying at the same time and I gave him a skeptical glance before rolling my eyes.
"You know, you could have invited them over to my house for a few beers by the fire and a taste of amazing steak. The offer still stands, the day is yet to be over," I offered with a hopeful look on my face. He sighs, looks back at the large group of people behind him in the living before returning his gaze to me, and nods his head to confirm.
"Okay, you guys can come over right now if you want or you can latter but don't be later than six." With that, I hop off the porch and made my way back over to my truck. I drove back over to my house and went inside to get ready for guests.
A few minutes later, the door opens and Will announces they have arrived. Sarah and Annabelle come into the kitchen and begin helping even though I told her not to. "You are cooking for eleven people, you will need some help," she responded. She does have a point but won't leave the kitchen so I let her be and she was good to have help.
We worked side by side preparing the steaks and other side dishes like sour cream, cucumbers, and onions with vegetables with a dip made from Hidden Valley. We talked about things like boys, she wanted to know if I liked anyone which I don't, and how Zeke and Dom are doing.
Everyone was outside, including the dogs, when Will finally introduces the unknown people to me. "This is Orion." He points to the extremely tall person from a couple of days ago.
"This is Paxton." He points to a man in a cop uniform with black hair and a white stripe running through the middle of it. Paxton stood at about 6'3, making him taller than me. He had the same glowy eyes like everyone new here but their coloring being an electric blue.
"This is Brian." It was the same young man from before who looked slightly like a bumblebee from his hair.
"Those two are Shawn and Scott, they are twins." Shawn and Scott are the same height (about 6'3) with the same facial features, right down to their eyes. Shawn has brown hair with a cherry red strip going through it while Scott also has brown hair but with a sunshine yellow color. They are the same clothes but staying true to their colors.
"This is Richard." Richard stood a couple of inches shorter then Orion, naming him the second tallest in the group. His hair is white with a neon green stripe running through it, giving me the impression of him being the oldest here. He wore a lab coat and glasses on his face; maybe he is a scientist or doctor by the looks of it. His eyes are a cornflower blue and are glowing like if it was normal.
"Last but not least, this is Marco." Marco is a bright, apple red catching my attention first. He stood at the height of 6'; he's only an inch taller than me. He also stayed true to his colors by wearing a red T-shirt and jeans. His eyes (also glowing, kind of feel like I'm going insane) are a pretty sky blue yet held a hint of anger behind them.
"You already know Jazz and Ian of course, that's not everyone though. Some of them couldn't make it tonight. Everyone, this is Aubrey," Will finished with introducing everyone that I didn't know their names. It wasn't that many people to remember their names, only five people with unique names.
After awhile of eating and making small take by the bonfire, Sarah decided to speak up. "So, anything fun done today as the life of a game warden?" She puts me in the spotlight in front of everyone, my only weakness, being the center of attention. Paxton perks up in the slightest as if he was surprised by her saying I'm a game warden.
"Well, um, I had to pull out a friend of mine who decided to drive on the closed snowmobile trail. He was going over a wooden bridge and his SUV fell through. I used the winch on my truck and pulled him out. Then closer to the end of my shift I was sitting around, waiting for someone to break the law when a fake cop care passed me."
"I had seen him earlier in the week and was about to call into dispatch about when my radio stopped working. I suspect he used some sort of device with RF shielding so I couldn't call in before hightailing it out of there. The second time was today when I gave chase and the same thing happened again. I didn't want to lose him so I continue to follow him until he turned in residential area."
"He was drifting around the corners, gaining feet between us as my truck couldn't turn that hard. I called the chase off and one he left, my radios were fixed once more. I sent a BOLO out for him to be found and hopefully someone in the state of Maine can find him," I told them the story.
Will had a worried look on his face. "Brey, what did the cop car look like?" he question his voice firma and filled with seriousness of the situation.
"The reason I knew it wasn't a real cop car was of the quote on the side of the rear. Instead of it saying 'to protect and serve', it said 'to punish and enslave'. Another thing, it didn't have the department on the side of the doors like it should have," I answered while watching him closely. Something about this wasn't right.
"Brey, I need you to listen to me carefully, you need to call off the BOLO and never, ever make contact with the cop car again. Alright? That car holds a dangerous criminal we have been looking for," Will spoke with seriousness in his eyes.
"Will, I'm an officer. I deal with dangerous people all the time and with the BOLO out, you will find him sooner than later. I'm helping you actually," I argued back and glared at him slightly. We continued to argue you back and forth before Orion got in between us.
"Aubrey, you must listen to William. We cannot have any more human casualties on our hands. If you won't call off the BOLO, I will do it," he urged, authority rolling off of him in waves and at that moment, I knew to follow his orders. I excused myself from the group and made the call; they took it down without questioned and I joined the group again.
"Done, now since that's over, lets enjoy our time by the fire before bedtime," I offered and everyone agreed with me.
Later that night
"Okay, does anyone know how to read a sign?" I question loudly so everyone could hear me, especially those in the back. The Lambos, Camaro (I'll let him slide), and Porsche decided to park next to my Fords and in front of the sign that read 'Ford Parking Only: violators vehicles will be graffiti and later blown up'.
"It's just a sign, it's not like you're going to actually follow through. Right? You wouldn't hurt a half million dollar car?" Shawn spoke up with a hint of nervousness in his voice. A devilish smirk grew on my face and fire danced in my eyes, he just challenged me.
A chuckle leaves my mouth and I placed a sweet and innocent expression on my face. "Oh honey, I will follow through next time. That is your only warning. Next time, I will bring out the paint cans." He looked mildly scared by my words. His brother on the other hand was sending me glares, causing a shiver to go down my spine. What's his problem?
Shawn must have seen the confusion written on my face directed towards his brother and elbowed Scott in the stomach to gain his attention; it worked, a bit too well. Scott returned the favor with the elbow to the stomach and also when Shawn was leaning down, holding his midsection, he whacked him on the back of his head.
"Hey! What was that for, Sunny?" Shawn questioned with a hurt expression. Scott did not like being called Sunny and whack him over the head once more.
"Don't call me that you afthead!" Scott growled at his brother and before it could escalate, Orion got in between the two and told them to stop. Both them, acting like betas to an alpha, said there sorrys to him. Scott crosses his arms over his chest, looking like he was pouting for getting in trouble. Shawn walked over to me and grabbed my hand, acting like that didn't just happen.
He led me over to the red Lambo. "I know you want to take a spin," he offered with a smirk on his face and slowly moving over to the driver side of the supercar. I oh-so wanted to but checking the time on my phone told me it was 10:37 pm. Time for me to get to bed as work is demanding.
"Sorry darling can't. It's past everyone's bed time, especially mine. I got work tomorrow and need at least five hours of sleep to function properly," I declined and walked over to the porch of my house. "Thank you everyone for coming and having a good night with me. Will, you aren't driving home over my dead body. One is too many in my books." He gets it and nodded to agree with him. His buddy, Ian, helped the drunken soldier to his GMC and puts him in the front seat.
Everyone leaves, both the Lambos in the back, Shawn taking his sweet time waving me a farewell. I head back inside with the dogs following me and go into my room to get some needed sleep. All the dishes were already in the dish washer, waiting to be washed.