Austin drove us out in tense silence to some suburbs. We've had enough practice to know to go in prepared, so seated in the back with Dennis my side is stuffed with my blaster.
Austin parks us right out of the row of homes that lined the street. Here the street is salted and the snow has mostly been cleared out. The Streetlamps don't flicker, and there aren't animals crawling through the garbage bins either.
It's a rich life.
"So what now?" Rex bravely asks after several minutes of sitting and doing nothing.
Dennis doesn't say anything at first, rather digging into his bag and fishing out some gum.
So I speak for him, "I think it's a stakeout."
I hear Austin hum at the front, it's not a good hum.
"What is it?"
…
"Austin, what is it?"
He groans, "Just...something doesn't feel right."
