[h2][center][color=aba000]KRISS MAUSER[/color][/center][/h2]
[center][i]LOCATION: SCVRS[/i][/center]
[center][i]TIME: SUNDAY, LATE MORNING[/i][/center]

"Full clearance, you say?" Allison asked, sliding past Kriss into the office to read the letter.

[i]"To the brave men and women of the Sol City Volunteer Rescue Squad: I humble request your presence at the Sol City Grand Prix this very Saturday. As you take on the great responsibility of saving the lives of the citizens of my city, I ask that you extend your services to the race track. You are granted full clearance to the party, including the track and backstage areas. I hope you will stay afterwards for the festivities as well. For the sake of organization, please hang the tickets from the rearview mirrors of your rescue vehicle or vehicles. You will be allowed to park wherever is most convenient. Of course, as medics, you already have full clearance!

Yours sincerely,..."[/i]

Allison gasped. "He signed it himself!" She flipped the envelope over as though she was expecting something to be written on the back, then flipped it back to the front to read the letter again. Kriss picked up the flier.

[color=aba000]"Times, dress code, and notes concerning security."[/color]

"Wow, so we're going to the race? That's pretty cool," Allison said to no one in particular. Both of them looked up at Snap, who nodded briefly.

"I figured we'd have to be on hand. Wasn't expecting it to be so official, though. We'll take one of the ambulances and park near the entrance in case we have to go on call. If it's a quiet night, you can do whatever you want as long as you stay on the radio."

[color=aba000]"Who will be at the squad?"[/color] Kriss asked. He had a sinking feeling that he was being roped into this.

"I'll call one of the paramedics and see if they want to come in. I know a couple that have been invited to parties they'd rather avoid."

[color=aba000]"I'll stay here."[/color]

"No, you're with me. I want a paramedic on hand."

[color=aba000]"So ask one of the other paramedics to go,"[/color] Kriss responded. He was starting to become irritated again. Parties did not interest him. He would much rather stay at the squad on his own and enjoy the quiet than waste the evening at a gala. Snap caught onto his attitude.

"No. You're with me," she said more deliberately, looking him in the eye. She had been pushing her weight around more than usual, but in the end there really wasn't anything Kriss could do about it. "We'll bring an ambulance. One of you can drive. The other can ride with me in my car."

[color=aba000]"Your car is not a rescue vehicle."[/color]

"I'm not bringing my car as a rescue vehicle. I'm bringing it as a show piece."

Kriss blinked a few times. The late-model Jetta she drove to the squad was in good condition but was certainly not fit to display among race cars. Snap motioned for the two of them to follow her outside. She shoved the door open and pointed a finger at her parking space, which was now occupied by a [url=https://www.idealclassiccars.net/galleria_images/15/15_main_l.jpg]much different car[/url]. It was thick and wide, with a slim chrome bumper that matched the hubcaps. They stood out against the two wide white racing stripes down the hood that accented the bright orange body. Any car enthusiast could tell in a heartbeat that they were looking at an absolutely gorgeous '69 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28, one of the finest muscle cars ever produced. The raised hood made room for a rock-solid 350 small block V8 engine that had, like the rest of the car, been lovingly refurbished and hand-polished. It almost looked like a toy. A very expensive toy.

"Kriss, this is Jennie," Snap said, pointing to the [JENNIE] vanity license plate. "Say hi."

[color=aba000]"Um. Hello."[/color]

"Jennie was my Dad's best friend. Found her in someone's backyard left to rot and paid good money to take it off their hands. Paid a lot more money to get her back in shape, but I think it was worth the investment in the end. He couldn't make it to the race today, but he would want me to bring her along, even if it is just to watch."

Kriss was surprised, and not just at the massive car sitting in front of the building. Snap sounded like a different person talking about the vehicle. Admittedly he really didn't know anything about her personal life. Apparently it involved old cars. He turned to see Allison bouncing on her toes. She looked positively overjoyed.

"Snap brought me here in it. Her. The car. She's going to park near the track, open the hood, and let people come look at it. At her. It's gonna be fun."

[color=aba000]"I think I will drive the ambulance,"[/color] he replied decidedly, turning to head back inside to change his clothes. There were some things he would never understand, and one of them was the obsession over cars, particularly old ones. Snap glanced back at him, then turned to Allison, tossing the keys to herself with a thin smile.

"Go get changed. And remind him not to forget his ticket."

Fourty-five minutes later (Allison decided to take a shower), the bay doors opened and the ambulance pulled out onto the front parking lot. Kriss held down the brake pedal and watched the other two climb into the car. There was a pause, a quiet hum as the engine turned over, and a familiar roar as the V8 came to life again. Snap tapped the accelerator a few times for effect, causing Allison to cover her ears and Kriss to sigh to himself. If Snap planned on impressing him, she was going to have to try something else. Unfortunately for him, Snap really didn't care what he thought and decided to just enjoy herself. She reversed and cut hard, then accelerated into drive and sped into the merge lane, leaving a thin layer of rubber on the pavement. Unamused, Kriss released the brake and followed her at a safe driving distance. She appeared to be in some kind of hurry and he couldn't help but wonder if the car featured air bags, auto-lock seat belts, crumple zones, or any other sort of safety for the driver. He doubted it did. Hopefully the three of them wouldn't be driving away in the ambulance.