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people are a little preoccupied this evening,” he said, looking more than a little preoccupied himself. “Spring has sprung and all that.”
    “It has sprung with a motherfucking vengeance,” she said.
    It was then that they heard a screeching of tires, saw the tail lights of the distant truck swerve off the road and into a ditch, then the speeding approach of a different pair of headlights, coming at them on their side of the highway.
    “What the fuck!” Brad said, jerking the car to the far side of the road as the oncoming vehicle sped past, veering back and forth across several lanes before disappearing in the growing dusk behind them. Beth just managed to catch a glimpse of the driver and the blonde that was straddling his lap. They seemed to be enjoying themselves. Neither one of them was wearing a seatbelt. Or clothes.
    A moment later they heard the crash and the sky was lit briefly by a fireball rising up in the darkness.
    Neither Brad nor Beth said anything as the flames and smoke curled against the darkening sky. Brad put the car back in gear, continued on toward the warehouse. It was a little while before Brad broke the silence with a hoarsely whispered, “Funny thing is, I’m still thinking about you giving me a blow job while I drive.”
    Beth pushed back the image of this from her own mind— the thought of his cock hardening in her mouth, her hands cupping his balls, tickling them with her nails, the taste of his pre-cum on her tongue… As pushing back images from her mind went, this had not been her most successful job of it.
    “Yeah,” she said quietly, shifting in her seat, feeling the wet heat growing inside her. “That is funny. Drive faster, please.”
    The only other vehicles they passed for the next several miles were the truck in the ditch and a city bus pulled over to the side of the road. The bus may have been rocking a little bit.
    Beth said, “So what are we going to do when we get there? I think we should try to avoid fucking on the floor this time.”
    “I thought maybe you had a plan.”
    “Not a take charge kind of guy, are you, Brad?”
    He smiled with one corner of his mouth. It was sexy when he did it, not like the way it looks on certain other men in the federal government of questionable character. “I have my moments,” he said. “But you have a reputation of knowing how to handle these things best. Why should I get in the way of that?”
    “I have a reputation?”
    “Are you kidding? You’re a legend. It’s why I asked to be assigned to this case. I’m surprised the Department of Xeno-Cryptology hasn’t flat out poached you yet. Maybe your boss has some compromising information on my boss.”
    “I’m a legend, huh?” Beth said, smiling. “You’re not still angling for a blow job, are you, Brad?”
    He laughed. “No, Agent August. Unless it would work. Then, yes, Agent August, I am.”
    “Maybe I’ll give you a rain check on that one. We’ll see how I feel after we get this alien object into some sort of containment. Absent undue xeno-cryptological influences, we might find each other fairly repulsive.”
    He was silent for a moment before answering: “You know, I don’t think that will be the case at all.”
    She studied him in the fading light—his strong chin and nose, his dark eyes, his immensely kissable mouth. She didn’t think so either.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
     
    They came up with a plan as they drove. Brad, as it happened, had access to both a forklift and a truck at the warehouse, so the first part was simple—load the object onto the truck with the forklift. This was not rocket science, but from there… What? Take it somewhere, sure, and by routes that went through the most sparsely populated areas would obviously be the best approach, but to what destination? What hole was deep enough, what walls thick enough, to block out whatever strange powers emanated from the object? Even three miles away, she could feel the effects of it growing.