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a cop.  She’d do what a cop told her.  She respected cops.
    A muscle ticked in the man’s square jaw and he stepped back.  Immediately coolness pervaded where he’d been pressed against her.  “Ma’am, please.  Just wait.  The storm won’t last for long.”
    “I really appreciate the concern,” she assured him, “But I’m fine.  Storms aren’t new to me.”  When he opened his mouth to try once more, she added, “I gotta go.  Have a safe trip wherever you’re going, and make sure you enjoy a good bellyful of food from here before you continue your journey.  They really do make the best chips.”
    Turning away from him, she opened the door, flinching as a cold wind whipped past her.
    Staying inside was a good option, very tempting, in fact, but UFOs had no regard for weather.  If one was to land, or be flying, now would be perfect.  No one would be outside to see.  Her mother had always instilled that in Bree’s head, and Jackie’s team had pounded it in further.  It was validated by several sightings she’d been witness to during the worst weather.
    No way was a bit of wind and rain going to interfere in her UFO watch, nor a studly man.  Besides, he probably had a bimbo waiting in the car or a wife and kids at home.  Or wife and kids in the car.  Or maybe a male partner.  A man like that didn’t stay single for long.
    Taking a deep breath, Bree plunged out into the storm, running full pelt for the van, yanking the unlocked door open and leaping inside.  Shutting the door behind her, she placed the bag of food on the passenger seat and wiped the water from her face with the towel she always carried.  Her braid wasn’t too wet, thank goodness.  She wasn’t keen to do a watch with water dripping down her back.
    At least she wouldn’t have to change her clothes.  Dampness she could tolerate.
    Starting the van, she pulled out of the parking bay onto the road.  A glance at the café showed the blurred image of the handsome hunk of impressive manhood standing at the window watching her, but she couldn’t make out his features through the driving rain.
    Ah well, she had a good memory.
    Carefully she drove out of town towards the farm.  It took her twice as long to find the exact place, the pouring rain making her travel a lot slower.  Not wanting to end up in a ditch, up another vehicle’s arse-end, or side swiped off the road, she crept along until she could pull safely into the parking bay.  She really wanted to park on the side of the road near the field, but in the rain it would be too dangerous.  Getting taken out by a road train wasn’t on her list of things-to-do.
      Pushing the seat back, she kicked her sneakers off, picked up the bag of food and swung her legs up to rest her heels on the passenger seat.  Leaning back on the driver’s door, she sighed happily and opened the bag. 
    The rain on the roof, yummy food even if it was only luke warm, and shelter.  What more could anyone wish for on a hunt?  It was cosy in the old van.  She glanced around.  Little wardrobe behind the driver’s seat with a little seat that could be pulled down and sat on, and a seat that stretched across the back of the van that would pull out to form a bed.  From the little wardrobe to the seat were cupboards which contained an emergency stash of kitty litter, tinned and packet food, some bottled water, and a tiny sink.  The wardrobe held two changes of clothes.
    Even though she’d settled in Whicha with no intention of travelling from place to place, it was hard to completely let go of her upbringing.  Her mother had always insisted on being ready to flee from any disaster, be it UFO invasion, monster invasion, government invasion, or shady people who might bear a grudge.
    Bree could remember fleeing from the last, but never the first, second or third.  Now she just liked to keep a stash in case of fires or floods.  ‘Be Prepared’ was more than just a Scout’s motto.
    Munching on a