“Ah, there you are right where I left you our Secret Control Individual Operational Neutral-emission truck (Scion for short),” Max voices aloud to the vehicle as if alive.
Patting the rusty fender like the shoulder of an old friend Max is engulfed in a cloud of rust colored dust. Coughing, he fans through then circles the truck, “You and I we have been through many a scrape. Remember that Kaos plot to take over the world’s fuel supply; that crazy tablet they developed when dropped in water created a gasoline like substance; parking in that weed infested, dried grass field next to their headquarters monitoring their movements. Genius, who would suspect a rusted truck in an overgrown field, but then there was that awful time I had to get you out of impound as you got towed as an abounded vehicle.”
Elbow leaning on the hood talking as if old chums revisiting college days Max is in full conversation the only thing missing is a scotch and soda, “Do remember the Kaos plot with robots and how they planned to march an army on Washington D.C. to capture Chief and do you further recall how I drove you right through their headquarters wall in the nick of time. Fortunately, it was a one story building still under construction.”
“Aaahhh my friend I am here for one last visit as you are being retired from service put out to pasture,” whispering now, “but this time there is no threat of towing