The roar of Kristen’s refurbished 1975 Corvette echoed through the garage. Only twenty one gas vehicle permits were given out last year, and she had connections.

“What is it with you and the 20th century? And who’s JR?â€? I asked pointing to the “I shot JRâ€? splayed across her T-shirt.

“Just the way I was programmed.â€? She slid on a sport coat, and we headed towards the elevator.

As soon as we entered the office, Killeen was all over us. “You’re late. Again.â€?

“Sorry boss,â€? Kristen pointed at me, “you can blame it on Jennifer.â€?

“Government contracts just came in,â€? he continued, ignoring Kristen, “and we need to act on them now. Looks like The Jackal fell on black days, and we’ve traced his signal to a warehouse in Anaheim. I need you two to bring him in.â€? Killeen’s eyes shifted to me, “alive please.â€?

“No problem chief.â€? I lifted one leg, imitating a move I had seen in one of Kristen’s movies. “I’ll try not to go all Bruce Lee on him.â€?

Kristen laughed as Killeen turned to walk away. “Come on, let’s suit up.â€?