Ever had those days where something happens, good or bad and you just can't stop thinking about it? No matter how hard you tried? Or maybe something happened that you didn't intend to happen and you couldn't get it out of your mind for a bit? Of course you have, stupid question. Now, your probably going, "Ace, spit it the hell out." Not just yet, let me finish the story. After we recovered Tariq and came back to 29, I mentioned the mercs to Morningstar, showed him the recovered ID's and the pictures Mako had taken. He took everything I gave him, then locked us all out of the situation room while he met with the projects founders. I had a brief moment where I could picture Morningstar telling the founders that we had quickly become liabilities and ordering us killed off. When I told the others, they laughed and said I had written to much conspiracy and Mercury was outright offended, rightly so I suppose. I was accusing his Dad of something pretty stiff and I know if someone said my Dad was a traitor I'd be pretty pissed off myself. The secrecy made everything seemed a little spotty to me. Maybe it was too much Alex Jones, but still. I had that thought of living the story, not just the cool shit, in full. Over the next few days since the combat op, Anrett, Jayden and Mako had some pretty serious mental brake downs. Arnett was probably the worst, but it was all very even. Nina and I were up almost 24 seven because they would jump awake from the nightmares and it got to the point where Nina and I were so tired from taking care of them that we kept failing daily practice, causing our grades to suffer as a result. Here's a little brake down. Project Venom makes us practice from 9-12 every day, PT, Firearms, Combat drill, in that order. On each part, there are 100 points available. The better you are, the more points you score. Anything above a 65 is a passing, anything below is a fail. Nina and I had become so sleep deprived that we could barely hold ourselves up, to say nothing of running a course or handle firearms. It got so bad that Morningstar had the kids moved for two nights and put blackout curtains on our room in the barracks so we could sleep. Once we caught up we were all good. And...hehe...Nina and I had made things official in the past couple of days as well. And I know exactly where your mind is, no, it hasn't happened. Yet.

One morning, I was sitting in the lounge watching Nina play Fallout 4 and reading through comments on the last You Tube video I had uploaded before Project Venom

"Josh, R U Dead?", one of them read.

"When can we see some more of the Civic?"

"When are you doing another vid about the Civic?"

'Come on Josh! We neeeedddd more of the Civic."

"Moar Civic."

I sighed.

"Something wrong love?", Nina asked looking at my phone.

"My viewers on Short Throw Shifter are going nuts over the Civic", I said, "they always want more....but I can't exactly make a video about it."

"Why not?", she asked.

I sighed, "the whole dragon thing."

"Right", she answered setting her controller down, "have you thought about asking Morningstar if you can use the emitter to disguise yourself so you can keep making videos?"

"Thought yes", I said, "asked no. I doubt he'll let me touch it for anything besides business."

"Touch what?", Morningstar asked walking in with dominoes pizza, shorts and white shirt, "holy fuck is it hot out there. I brought pizza guys."

"Awesome", Mercury said jumping up, "thanks Dad."

"Hey Morningstar", I said, "is it okay for me to use the emitter so I can start making You Tube videos again?"

"On the condition you review my Veyron on a One Take", Morningstar said.

"Done", I said.

"It's in the armory", Morningstar said, "along with your personal firearm."

I smiled and ran out to the armory, grabbing my keys and changing from my army fatigues to a sleeveless black shirt and black shorts as well as grabbing my sunglasses. I grabbed the emitter from the armory and ran to the hangar, where I found Nina already waiting for me. Her emitter was already activated. She had taken the appearance fo a 5'11 blonde haired blue eyes girl wearing a blue short sleeved shirt and black denim shorts. I felt my heart, which was already fast from running, beat faster. Even in human form she was hot as hell.

"How'd you beat me here?", I asked coming to a stop.

She shrugged, "I don't know, can I come with you. You've driven my Corvette but I haven't even seen the Civic until now."

"Hop in", I said opening the door.

Inside my Car was hotter than a mother fucker. The metal on the seat buckles was hot a shit and was almost afraid to touch the metal shifter knob.

"I'm afraid of burning a shift pattern into my hand", I said putting on a glove I kept under the seat. I put the car in neutral and flicked the key to bring my 600 horsepower Turbo Six to life, the Supercharger put off a low wail along with the Turbo's faint hiss. I cranked the AC as high as it would go and shut the door, buckling up the racing harness before putting the car into first and starting out of the hangar, putting my sunglasses on as I did.

"What's going on under the hood Ace?", Nina asked, "sounds like a Diesel."

"Compound Charged 3.5 liter V Six", I said, "out of a mini van, but hails from the GTR."

"So it's from a Supercar and a Minivan?", Nina asked with a smile.

"Sort of", I laughed as I started up the path out of Area 29, "rides on a Five Speed Front wheel drive transmission from the Honda Civic Type R."

"What's it putting to the ground?", Nina asked.

'610", I said.

"140 shy of my Corvette", She said.

"The Civic is lighter though", I said as I stopped at the exit booth.

"My Corvette weighs 2150", Nina said, "you told me the Civic was 2400?"

"We had weight wrong", I said, "I put it on a scale when you asked me to look at the engine and it was 2500."

"Oh", She said.

The guard handed me back my Id and drove along the dusty road until we were sitting just off the pavement. I waited for a car to pass before turning onto the pavement and putting the pedal to the floor. I saw Nina adjust her position in the seat as the transmission went over 4500RPM and the boost kicked on. If you had driven the Civic before the supercharger, the boost level was badass, after the supercharger, it was pure insanity! The car rocketed from 65 to 87 MPH before the rev limiter bounced and I forced a clutch and shifted to second gear. Second gear carried me from 3700 RPM past the boost threshold of 4500 and the car went from 87 all the way to 123 before the rev bounced again and I muscled down my heavy clutch and threw the transmission into third. Now past the 4500 RPM threshold, the Supercharger and the Turbocharger were feeding my hungry V6 45 pounds of pressure through the entire power band. My evil sounding Civic rocketed past a few Dodge Vipers and started to gain on a Nissan GTR, who obviously had some hate. The GTR Driver put his pedal to the floor and the car gave a lurch, putting off a sound similar to my own car. The rev bounced again as I forced the clutch to the floor and went to fourth gear at 156 miles an hour. The GTR must have been doing at least 150 because I wasn't exactly losing him. I didn't think I was going to either because, under his Seibon mesh hood?

"Holy shit", Nina said sounding all giddy, "that GTR is packing a Twin Supercharged LS-8."

Yeah...muscle guy talk for a big ass V8 driving all four wheels.

"Let's see how his Roterx V8 fares against my HKS Six", I said tightening my grip on the steering wheel.

The GTR driver had some serious power under his hood. Even though American V8's were designed for a low range knock your teeth out the back of your head torque punch, my Japanese Turbo 6 was doing the same thing at the top of the power band. Even though I was Front Wheel Drive and he was All Wheel Drive, his low range engine was almost certainly a death blow to his GTR.

The GTR and my Civic were bumper to bumper as I forced the clutch down once again and shifted to fifth gear at 189 miles an hour. Even at 190 miles an hour the Civic was still accelerating. Hard.

"How fast is this thing!?", Nina asked with a terrified smile.

"I guess were about to find out!", I shouted over the wail of the supercharger.

I started threatening to bang the rev limiter as my Tach climbed to 5600, while I had a 9500 redline. The GTR had just gotten Sixth gear while my ability to accelerate was coming to a very quick close. Somehow though, the GTR decided it just wasn't worth it and backed off. Nina and I both broke out laughing.

"243 miles an hour", I laughed.

"We just smoked Godzilla in a Front wheel Drive", Nina laughed, "and Godzilla was packing a Supercharged V8."

"And I recorded the entire thing", I said tapping the Go pro on the dash, "now see if you can find a good place to stop and set up a stream to You Tube."

Nina nodded to me. We drove around for a few minutes before pulling off to the side of the road and turning the car around to the nose was pointing out into the road, so I could turn back and go either way. I pulled out my tablet and started setting up the You Tube Stream. Once I had that done, I set up the camera's and then took to Short Throw Shifter's Facebook page to post it. Once I was there, I had five messages, when I checked them, I almost cried at what I was reading. They were from my brothers, sister and my Mom, all asking the same thing, just worded in a different way.

"Where was I, and was I coming home?"

'What's wrong love?", Nina asked.

I just handed her the tablet.

"Oh", she said looking shocked, 'Are you gonna answer?"

I shook my head, "I don't need to, I can answer everything in the stream. Hit start if you would."

Nina pressed a button on my Tablet and then nodded to me.

"Morning everybody", I said, "As you can see, I'm in the Civic, which you mindless zombies just can't have enough of, so here it is. I've put a Roterx Supercharger on it and switched out the Turbo from the 7.0 Liter Cummins to a much better HKS 58/57. The result is 20 more pounds of boost at 6500 RPM and about 100 extra horsepower. If you've got a Civic you have no excuse not to have this set up. Also, for my family, you know what's going on and you know where to find me. For those of you who don't, the Navy didn't take me, but the army did! I've spent the last 17 weeks training, which is why I haven't uploaded anything, and also why I'm a bit skinnier than I have been. Also, 17 weeks ago I said I would send someone a free brake kit, the winner of that kit is Funky Mushwooms In Your Asshole, wow that's a name. Check your inbox on how to claim it.

I laughed a bit.

"I've also met my girlfriend here", I said looking at her, "Her name is Nina and she is the prettiest, she is also the love of my life."

"Oh shut up ricer", Nina said kissing me.

"Said the Detroit Muscle head", I fired back as I started the Civic.

"Come on", Nina said as I revved the engine to show off the supercharger to the fans and then pulled out into the road, taking the car through first and second and reaching a cruising speed of 45 in third.

'Let's go up Dallas Canyon", I said coming to a yield sign and then making a right hand turn into the canyon, shifting back into second gear as I caught a Hellcat.

"Damn", I sighed, 'we've already caught a Hellcat. Man this guy is moving slow, is he gonna follow canyon educate and let me..."

The Challenger moved out of the way.

"Yes he is", I said as I passed, "thank you sir. Now getting back on track here, the backseats in this car are gone now, replaced by more storage space than anything else and I ripped most of the crap in the trunk out, replacing it with a plastic bottom and brushed aluminum like the rest of the car. I moved the battery to the back of the car to make room for the cold air intake, lowered the inter cooler so it sits closer to the ground. The car's balance after some work is 55 percent front, 45 percent in the rear If it starts to go it doesn't struggle for the grip at the front and the rear tires don't slip and if I get out of it it comes right back."

I pushed the clutch down and the turbo blew off the excess boost as I shifted into third gear. As we approached a corner, I braked a little bit and turned the car around the corner, finding a tunnel that went straight through the tunnel.

"Oh look a tunnel", Nina said enthusiastically, "Let's see what that sounds like."

I waited until we were almost into the tunnel before dropping a gear and matting it, accelerating from 65 to 75 and then braking back down to 65. The sound as I went through the tunnel was plain awesome.

"That was cool", Nina said, "my Vette would have sounded better."

"Would you shut up about the Vette?", I asked, "we all get it, your a Ricer."

'Excuse me?", Nina said giving me a look like, "I'm not offended, but everyone can see us so I'm going to act like it", "I'm a Ricer? Says the guy driving a Civic to the girl with a 300K racecar in her garage."

I couldn't contain the laugh, "Racecar my ass! There is no way that's REAL carbon fiber."

"Well it is", Nina said, "I bought it off my friends older brother for about 5,500 dollars. It had no engine, to transmission, no wheels, the brakes were all cut apart."

"You could continue but this is my stream", I said stopping her.

She shook her head, "and you wonder why I haven't given you anything yet."

I felt my heart skip from embarrassment as I tried to force the clutch down and put the Civic in third. I drove around another couple of corners and then caught a pack of Mustangs and Camaros.

"And I've caught a pack of wild Mustangs and Camaros", I said shifting to fourth, the turbo made a blow off noise that garnered the attention of a woman in a convertible who said something over a CB radio that the one in the Civic picked up.

"Hey James we got Ricer back here who thinks he's hot shit", she said.

"Why does everyone think I'm a Ricer!?", I asked aloud almost banging my head on the steering wheel, "Like this video right now if you know I'm not a Ricer."

"Well if he's a Ricer, let him through and then pounce", a man came back, "show him you don't fuck wild horses."

"Challenge accepted", I said dropping a gear and flooring it. Nina tightened up her harness as the Mustangs wasted no time in turning on their headlights and chasing after me, one of the Camaro's with "Hennessy" written on the windshield dropped a gear and torqued the rear diff so hard he popped a wheelie. All I could hear behind me was wailing superchargers and screaming V8's as the pack of wolves attempted to run down their prey. With the straight coming to a close, it was time to put what I had learned in track week to work. There was a down hill turn that I could see around from where I was, rather than brake and lose my speed, I pulled the E-Brake and kicked the clutch, drifting around the corner. The two lead Mustangs had no problem drifting after me, neither did most of the cars. The only one that had to brake was the Hennessy modified Camaro, and even with his speed loss, my Civic would never outrun anything with Hennessy parts strapped to it. Three of the four mustangs, a red, green and blue, were practically up my Civic's tailpipe as I drifted around another corner and came onto a long down hill straight. In this situation, my lightweight Front Wheel Drive Civic was pretty much tied with heavyweight pavement pounding Rear wheel drive Mustangs. I could run from them on this hill all day, but seeing that evil looking Hennessy Camaro come around the corner and shove his buddies out of the way to get to me was a little bit scary. He drove right up behind me and I could hear the Supercharger screaming bloody murder as he changed gears and tried to get around me.

"Time to learn a lesson about Front Wheel Drive", I smirked as I shifted into fifth gear and the Turbocharger kicked on. The Civic flung away from the Camaro just as his turbo kicked on and he got sixth gear. The other Mustangs and Camaros, one of them sounding like a Nissan GTR, had now caught up and were once again hounding me as the pack they were.

"This shit is fuckin insane!", Nina shouted.

"It's about to get crazier", I said kicking the clutch and drifting around a corner that started us on an up hill assent. Now it was my turn to be the big shot. As far as ascent is concerned, pulling is better than pushing, if you've ever tried to move something heavy uphill, you probably pulled it rather than pushed. Uphill was the one place that rear wheel drive was inferior to front wheel drive, and the fact that my front tires had all of 610 horsepower and 575 foot pounds of torque to work with to haul the Civic's 2,375 pounds uphill was just the edge I needed. I started the uphill ascent with the pedal to the floor. I was in the middle of a drift through the first corner when the turbo kicked on, flinging me through the corner and well into the next. I kicked the clutch and placed the transmission into second gear, banging the first gear rev limiter through the rest of the second corner and well into the third. The Civic was sideways through the next five corners and Nina was pressed into her seat, not of her own will, but from the force of the car going every single way possible. Through it all, the pack of Feral Mustangs and Wild Camaros never once ceased their pursuit and showed no signs of growing weary of chasing their elusive prey.

"You boys want my tail bad!", I said as I hit an uphill straight. I forced the clutch down and dropped down to third gear, matting it to the floor as the Hennessy Camaro popped another wheelie and the black mustang with a huge ROT Blower sticking up out of the hood threw diesel blue smoke out of his exhaust pipes, while the AWD GTR 6 swapped Mustang simply shot after me. The Diesel 'Stang and the Hennessy Camaro were no doubt the leaders of this pack with their All Wheel Drive friend the second in command. These guys were more tenacious then when the Japanese in WW2, they just don't care to quit.

"This kid aint' no Ricer", the radio chirped again, "this Civic is quicker than she looks."

"Not quick enough", the man's voice came again, PUNCH IT!"

There was the distinct sound of Automatics shifting gears as the Hennessy Camaro and the Diesel Stang lifted their front ends off the ground, exposing their drive lines, which were spinning so fast they were just a blur of silver. It sent shivers up my spine to wonder how much power these cars had to be making to beable to pop wheelies just whenever.

"These guys just don't stop!", Nina said, "it's like they think this is the final lap of LeMans and they can't afford to lose."

"If they pass me I'll never catch them again", I said as I forced fifth gear.

The riot between my Civic and the pack of Feral Muscle Cars dragged on another ten minutes and was full of drifting, burnt rubber and wailing superchargers. It dragged on, and on and on until, at the same time, myself and the driver of the Diesel Mustang decided we'd had enough and flashed our hazard lights, letting each other know the race was over and it was a tie. I pulled over into a small concrete parking lot, put the civic in park and pulled up the parking brake, turning on the cooling fans so the engine could cool off.

"That", Nina said gasping, "was insane."

I took a long breath, "I've seen so many memes titled, "how to slay a Mustang GT, take a corner." Is it safe to call bullshit?"

"I think so", Nina said unbuckling her harness and getting out.

I unbuckled mine as well, grabbed the camera and stepped out of my Civic. Parked behind me were the four Mustangs and the three Camaros. The cars had been driven by a mix of men and women of different ethnicity, though most of them were American.

"You ain't no Ricer", a man said getting out of the Hennessy Camaro, he was a black guy about 6'5 with blond highlighted hair and icy blue eyes, "that's for damn sure. Here I was thinking Honda's don't do torque."

"They don't", I smiled, "but Nissan GTR's do."

"You recording?", he asked.

"Live streaming", I said, "Short Throw Shifter."

"No wonder we couldn't catch him", the woman who was leaning up against the diesel powered Mustang said, "we were chasing Josh Miller from Short Throw Shifter."

"Oh shit", one of the men said, "I called Josh Miller a Ricer."

"That you did", I grinned, "don't worry bro, y'all got my and my girl's adrenaline pumping so it's all good."

"What the hell you doing in California?", the black man asked.

"Can't say", I said, "at least not much more than I have to be for the foreseeable future."

"Why not?", he asked.

"I hate to be a douche to you guys", I said, "but you really shouldn't be asking me that question, I can't answer it, if I do I could get all of us into a shit load of trouble with the Army that no amount of torque could pull us out of."

"Fair enough", the black man said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a police badge.

My head dropped, "shit, your not gonna haul me off to prison for street racing now are you?"

He shook his head, "nah, we really don't police traffic laws in the canyons, but you should know that stolen valor is a crime."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my Military ID card, Nina pulled out her's as well, "I'm US Army."

The man took our ID's, looked them over and handed them back, "why is the base location blacked out?"

I grimaced, "uh...classified. Look sir, getting into trouble with the police is one thing, but I'm not authorized to speak about what the Army has me doing other than to tell you it's classified and we'll both get into serious trouble if I don't keep my mouth shut. Trust me, you'd rather deal with me telling I can't say shit than my telling you and getting us in a hole."

"Again", the cop said, "fair enough, now please, 'whats going on under your hood?"

"Sweetheart?", I said turning to Nina, "would you please pop the hood?"

Nina smiled at me, turned off the Civic and cracked the hood, while everyone else followed me over to my car.

"It's an HKS Turbo and supercharged 3.5 Liter V6 that comes from the Nissan Quest, but hails from the late model GTR. It has custom exhaust, pistons, rods, cams, crank, injectors, whole nine yards. Stage Four engine, 610 over 575 at the wheels, but I have no clue what that is at the crank, I've been in this game a very limited amount of time."

"What you do for a living to afford this?", James asked.

"I used to work at O'Riley", I said, "then I joined the army and have been dumping every penny into it. Some times my subscribers send me parts and sometimes HKS and Buddy Club send me things as payment for advertising."

"Lucky you", James said, "what's the Turbo?"

"It's a Billet Turbo from HKS, the exhaust ports are 58 millimeters while the wheels are 57", I told him, "this, plus the supercharger compress about 45 PSI at 4500RPM and brother, when that Turbo kicks in you better hope that road is straight."

"I heard your Supercharger wailing too", James said, "what kind of Gas you running?"

"Isopropyl alcohol, 91 percent pure and Premium unleaded", I told him, "duel tank fuel system."

"What's the supercharger?", a black woman in the bunch asked, she had a ring on so I assumed she was Jame's wife.

"Forged Centrifugal from HKS", I said, "it was a one off for this car. It's got a blueprinted housing, stainless steel construction and a 20mm pulley, compresses 20 pounds of boost at 4500 RPM."

"Yeah", James said closing my hood, "when this VTEC kicks on Audi R8's will have to watch out for it."

I laughed, "no VTEC here, not any more."

"What was with that engine cover?", James asked, "it looked like it was metal."

"Just a piece of aluminum", I said, "like most of the inside of the car."

"You got a full custom interior?", the black woman asked.

"Yes mam", I said opening the door, "have a look."

The bunch peered inside my car, I heard a few whistles and someone even said, "looks like a high end Porsche in here."

"Where's you find the time to do this?", James asked.

"Oh", I said, "I had the panels made as bolt ons and when they got here I just screwed them in place. I would have loved to do it myself, but I wanted the metal parts to retain the curvature of the stock plastic pieces. Sheet metal interiors are cool, but the symmetrical interiors I've seen with flat surfaces and sharp edges just...don't look good. Make no mistake, the aluminum parts are there because they are lighter than what I had, but why have an ugly part that kills the spirit of the car when I can have the same things in a package that costs about the same as doing it myself, but looks four times as good?"

James shook his head, "Josh you are something else, no wonder you have almost a million subs."

I shrugged, "work hard play hard, video tape it and put it on You Tube. Get famous."

James laughed and held out his hand. I shook it.

'See ya round kid."

James and his buddies went back to their muscle cars and drove away as Nina and I got back into the Civic.

"Holy crap", I said into the camera, "coolest. Cop. Ever."

"I can't believe he didn't arrest us", Nina said buckling up her racing harness and grabbing the tablet from the dash.

"And now", I said, "it's that part of the stream, view comments."

Nina handed me the tablet and I scrolled through the streams 3.4K comments.

"Here's a good one", I said, "A Turbo and a Super? Yeah right, only if your loaded with cash. I know you can't pick up a Stage 4 Turbocharger for a Nissan 6 for less than 20 grand. This little twit needs to stop lying about his car."

I let the tablet fall to my lap, "hmm mm....you spelled turbocharger wrong. And no, I never said it was a stage four turbocharger, nor did I say it was off a Nissan GTR. The engine I have in this car is a modified version of what's found in the Nissan Quest, which started out in the GTR, get your facts right before you call me a liar."

The one right under it was even better, "drifts the whole street race, Front Wheel Drive car's rear never brakes loose once, sure, it's FWD, we totally believe you", I said, 'and then it reads, hashtag, Secret EVO Transmission Swap. From GR3B3N."

"Well mister green bean", Nina said, "that's what the wing in the rear is for. If you adjust them correctly they can help a front wheel drive car, if you don't they do nothing."

"More comments to read", I said scrolling down the page, "oh here's one."

"I'm going to call bullshit on this entire build right now", I began as I read, "for starters, I work on true tuner cars for a living. I know that Front Wheel Drive's power train limit is 450 horsepower and 405 pounds of torque, so saying he has 610/575 is utter bullshit. Secondly, rear wings do nothing for Front wheel drive cars, a wing on your car will slow it down and lift the front wheels off the ground. I was ready to pull my hair out at the idea of this Civic, which was clearly drifting on the canyon road, being FWD, it's obviously has a RWD power train swap in it. Third, ugh, get rid of the disgusting body kit you stupid ricer. Do you know anything about building cars!?"

"I do", I said, "I've worked on them a little, only a little. And mister GH3ST, "I pointed the GoPro at my rear wing, "I assure you this wing is there for downforce as much as it is for looks. I can also say with 100% Certainty, my car is most certainly Front Wheel Drive and will stay Front Wheel Drive for the foreseeable future. Now onto some positive comments here."

I scrolled down the page.

"This Civic is so sexy", I read aloud, "Josh could park this next to a Lamborghini Veno and people would take just as many pictures of the Civic as they would the Lambo."

Another read, "Anyone who says Josh is a Ricer probably doesn't own a car. Josh's Civic is NOT Riced!"

"The want for a performance package based on Josh's Civic is strong in my town", Someone In London Writes, "I love that name by the way, "HINT HINT Honda."

I laughed, "well Someone In London, I'm going to assume you live in London and tell you that I doubt Honda will put out a Package based on my 2006 Civic, but you can buy a clone of my engine on HKS.com, minus of course the Short Throw Shifter Engine cover, that's unique to my car."

"A Creepy Goelm Tower writes", I said, "Josh, what wheels do you have on the Civic? I use Motige Racing Tracklite 2.0's, I'll put a link in the description."

"Straightforwardness writes", I said, "Josh, if you had to chose between Red or Yellow brake calipers, what would you pick? I would pick yellow because it looks more industrial."

I put the tablet away, "well this stream has already eaten two hours, so I'll end with this, I'll be doing a PodCast soon with Matt Farah at TheSmokingTire, his channel is supported on mine and there is a One Take on the Civic back when it only had 320 wheel horsepower. I'll also try to do an AMA where I answer questions and reply to comments, knowing me that's going to be a 7 hour video. So guys, I'm Josh Miller, this has been Short Throw Shifter, until next time, keep the tank topped off."

I killed the stream and looked to Nina, starting the Civic as I did.

"Let's go get lunch and then head home."