Colonel Amick had neglected to read the fine print and so he looked surprised when the old man told him Walter White only works the midnight shift. And no weekends either. Call it a ‘probationary period,’ he told him.
The old man put his costume on under a black polo and green khakis, the new uniform for the night shift. He just couldn’t handle epaulets and Bermuda shorts.
The dog arose and followed him out to the Jeep. The old man opened the rear passenger door and the dog sprung up, practically levitated and sat there just like what he was, a body guard.
Ready, the old man asked aloud. The dog looked at him as if to say ‘whatever.’ Bad to the bone.
Captain Inviolable and The Black Gang ready to make the neighborhood great again.
Top speed is thirty miles per hour, curves posted at twenty mph. The old man kept Walter White at a steady forty.
One of Captain Inviolable’s superpowers was not night vision. The street lights were more than enough, however, and he knew these local roads like the liver spots on his hands. He was learning the shadows. Look for movement. Watch the dog. Slow and roll down the back windows.
Geezus, first thing he was going to suggest was a Lawn Gnome Buy-Back. ‘To each his own’ goes only so far.
