Flash Sentry took a turn through the grocery store parking lot at night.

He squinted past the glare of street lamps.

Halfway towards his exit, he saw a car.

Three people stood outside. One was angry... pacing... on the phone. Another was fussing with the engine.

Then a third... a woman...

She was waving frantically. Waving at Flash.

Flash blinked. Curious... he slowed down the car and rolled his window down...