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emergency call out.
    “What are we playing at?!” screamed the driver in response, rising shakily from his seat, pointing at her car just an inch from his bumper. “You nearly killed us all!”
    “Don’t be a fucking drama queen!” she chided, brushing past the driver towards the rear of the car and pulling open the door.
    “Mr. Butler?” she asked stretching out her hand.
    Tom opened his eyes for the first time and looked into the eyes of his savior. Unrestrained by a seat belt, he had hammered into the back of the front seat. He shook his head in an attempt to understand exactly what had just happened. Agent Chan, it seemed, was in a similar condition. He looked on in a daze as he also had hammered into the seat in front. However, whereas others were simply dazed, Agent Smith poured blood. His lip and nose had split due to the small .22 caliber pistol slamming into his face as his unrestrained body had also been thrown forwards in the car. The windscreen barely restrained the giant form of Smith as his outstretched hand containing the small pistol finally caught up. The irony was not lost on Tom as he began to fully understand the picture in front of him. The small weapon chosen for its lack of bloodletting had created a geyser in Smith’s nose.
    Tom smiled and accepted Swanson’s outstretched hand.
    Chan was quick to recover. “He has been released, Miss Swanson!”
    “Not by me!”
    “It is not your decision to make,” answered Chan authoritatively.
    “In which case he is free to go with you or come with me, right?” asked Swanson cuttingly. Something was amiss and she had every intention of finding out what exactly it was.
    Chan grabbed Tom as Agent Swanson began to pull Tom out of the vehicle.
    “Hit it!” screamed Chan.
    The driver reacted quickly and began to move but with Swanson’s Audi RS4 to negotiate, it wasn’t the sudden acceleration that Chan had been hoping for. Swanson removed Tom with a smirk while Chan looked on in frustration as the driver eased beyond the RS4 and then hit it.
    Tom and Swanson watched Chan spin around in his seat and could almost hear the screams of anger as he vented at his colleagues while watching Tom and Swanson fade into the distance.
    “So, Mr. Butler,” said Swanson turning to Tom. “Are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on?”
    Tom shook his head, and Swanson took him by the elbow and led him back towards the FBI field office.
    “I thought as much,” she said despondently.
    “I’ve been released!” Tom said, struggling gently against Swanson’s grip.
    “Perhaps, but I’ve a funny feeling I just saved your ass and for that you are going to tell me something before you go anywhere.”
    Tom looked at the surprisingly perceptive agent. He guessed she was mid-thirties at most, and from her confidence and the way in which she carried herself, she was an exceptionally capable one at that. She was right. He likely would be dead now if it were not for her instinct and, of course, her maniacal driving. He looked back towards her abandoned car, a station wagon, but a very butch looking station wagon.
    “Should you not move that?” he asked, motioning his head towards her car and changing the subject.
    She looked around. She wanted to get Butler back into protective custody. Her alarm bells were ringing on full alert. The streets were empty and Chan and his colleagues’ Chrysler were a dot on the horizon.
    “You don’t mind?” she asked.
    Butler shook his head and she changed direction and led him back to the Audi.
    “How many kids you got?” asked Butler taking the passenger seat.
    “Not married.”
    Butler smiled. He knew she wasn’t married before he asked. “This car has a kind of family exterior but inside it’s all business.” He tried to move in the seat but it had devoured him with its sporty snugness. “It’s so you!” he added with sincerity.
    Swanson looked at him for some hint of sarcasm but Butler looked deadpan and straight