The convertible hit one pothole and then another, as it careened between the trees. They were moving into isolation now, where a planet hides a star in the space of darkness.

“What are we doing out here?” The suit asked.

“Waiting,” Gregson said.

“For what?”

“We’ll know it when we see it.”

It was dark, but Tony saw a smile on the PI’s face, and Gregson lit a cigarette.

“Do you see those lights?” Gregson asked.

“Yeah.”

“That’s what we’re looking for.”

Tony pulled plastic off some dark metal in the trunk. “Man, you’ve got a lot of guns…”

“It’s probably stemming from a masculine inferiority complex and my small Johnson, but I always get the job done.”

They each grabbed one and followed the vanishing lights.

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