Sean drove up the hill, further into the town, carefully waving a protein bar and managing to even eat some. Molly was surprised by how small that salad felt now. She found herself devouring another bar and tossing the wrapper in the back. "Let's do some shopping. I'm almost through with these bars."

"You're eating like an alien."

"Well, I palmed some. And you said we should have a perfect cover."

They stopped at the market. It now had a sign in the window saying "GNC LiveWell." Palettes of MuscleTech NitroTech Hardcore nutrition powder were prominently displayed by the registers. The woman in the check out line had a large side of some four footed animal by the register. Molly held Sean's hand. "Excuse me. Where are the protein bars?"

"Isle three A for the high protein and Isle 3B for the mass building bars. We're running a special this week on Chocolate Carmel Nut Crunch protein bars, only $29.95 for a twelve bar box"

Sean shook his head. "Honey, those are so expensive and you just inhaled a whole box. Let's get ten pounds of meat instead."

"But how do we cook it?"

"We'll get a dozen Summer Sausages, OK?"

A county sheriff walked inside and hollered "Anybody here own a Ford Taurus with DC plates?"

Sean turned. "What's the problem, officer?"

"It's OK, Mister. They're insured."

Sean put down the sausages and went outside. Molly followed right behind. The car was exactly as they left it. He looked back at the officer questioningly when the officer said "If you two will put your hands over your head and get down on the ground everything will be alright."

Sean looked around. The deputy didn't even have his gun out. Then he noticed the gun barrels poking out of windows around them. They were surrounded. He raised his hands and knelt down. "Get down, Mary. Do what he says."

"That's real smart. Now very slowly slip that gun in your shoulder holster out and put it on the ground. Don't make any sudden moves or she might get hurt in the crossfire."

"Officer Patrick Brogan. District of Columbia police. She is my wife. We haven't done anything."

"Packing when you don't have a concealed weapons permit that is valid in the state of Arizona is enough. Lady, your purse."

Molly slipped the bag off her shoulder. The officer flipped through the bag. Fortunately or unfortunately, she'd put the heavy gun in the glove compartment where it was closer to grab than the purse. She looked him and spoke with all the scorn her acting could deliver. "Nazis!"

"Quiet, Mary." Sean turned and looked the sheriff firmly in the eye. "President Bush signed the national right to carry law for off duty and retired law enforcement officers years ago. I have my badge and my police ID. Let me take them out."

The officer nodded. "Real slow." Sean carefully took it out with two fingers, opened it to the badge and handed it to him. The officer flipped through the wallet, surprised. "You're a sergeant on the SWAT team?"

Sean nodded. "And proud of it."

The officer looked around and shouted "All clear. Everyone stand down. All clear. Everyone stand down." He picked up the pistol and handed it to Sean. "Officer Jack Haldane. Wolf County Sheriffs. I'm real sorry but when someone from Washington is packing a gun we have to be careful."

Molly hugged Sean. "You mean you're not the Nazis?"

Haldane shook his head and handed Sean back the wallet. "Nazis? No, Ma'am. I'm sorry. It's protein shake break. Let me buy you each one. I'm real sorry to have to scare you."