Flash Sentry took a turn through the grocery store parking lot at night.
He squinted past the glare of street lamps.
Halfway towards his exit, he saw a car.
Three people stood outside. One was angry... pacing... on the phone. Another was fussing with the engine.
Then a third... a woman...
She was waving frantically. Waving at Flash.
Flash blinked. Curious... he slowed down the car and rolled his window down...