*At Tamara Sentry's house...*
Tamara is clearing away dishes from dinner, which must have been recent.
TV Reporter: "...The car-jacking, which left, (name pronounced inaudibly), mother of three, dead, had occurred last night..."
Flash glances to the TV and winces.
He peeks out the window for possible closure, but sees a black sedan in his mother's driveway.
Outside, Flash meets with the pair that step out of the car.
That pair is Sergeant Spitfire and her Squad Captain: Wind Whistler.
Spitfire: "I know you."
Flash Sentry: "You know my back."
Wind Whistler: "When'd you get into town, Sentry?"
Flash Sentry: "The other day."
Wind Whistler: "What for?"
Flash Sentry: "No particular reason. Catch a Laker game, heard we got--"
Wind Whistler: "Where have you been, anyway?"
Flash Sentry: "Oh, you know, just out there, roaming around, building up my collection of refridgerator magnets."
Wind Whistler: "You seem a little hinked up."
Flash Sentry: "Not at all."
Flash and Spitfire lock eyes.
Spitfire takes a cigarette from her pocket and lights it, taking a puff.
Spitfire: "I remember us having made some kind of deal, Sentry. I don't remember this deal having some sort of time limit, either. I look at you...here...in my town...and I'm really confused."
Flash Sentry: "Family emergency."
Spitfire: "I hope...*Takes puff from cigarette*...I hope it isn't your dear, sweet, mother."
Flash Sentry: "No."
Spitfire: "Or your baby brother. What was his name?"
Flash Sentry: "Beauregard."
Spitfire: "Yeah, Bo. Like the Duke boy."
Flash Sentry refrains from talking.
Spitfire: *Takes another puff* "I got a whole rash of thefts. A new crew's making some noise. We recovered a real big take last week. Thirteen cars--"
Flash Sentry: "And this has what to do with me?"
Spitfire fired back immediately.
Spitfire: "I don't know what it has to do with you, Sentry. But what I do know...is that you shouldn't be here. Take care of your business. I'll give you twenty four hours. And then, I don't want to see your face. Ever again. Make a fool of me once, that's my bad. Make a fool of me twice, that's really my bad, and I'll kick your ass all the way to India."
Spitfire shoots a burning glare at Flash, until she gets back in the car.
Spitfire: "Good. Because you know how it plays. Six years ago, I let you go free. But the next time...the next time sends you away for a long, long while."
Wind Whistler: "By the time you get out, asshole, there won't even be cars. We'll all be cruisin' around in spaceships."
Wind Whistler has a little chuckle, as the two drive off.
Flash watches them go, then, he just walks.
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Gone in a Flash
אקשןRetired car thief Flash Sentry departs from his former trade in Long Beach, California. Over the course of his absence, his younger brother, Beauregard Sentry, is brought a deal by Chrysalis, an underground crimelord. She proposes Beauregard a deal...