We arrived at the address where Marge lived within the next few minutes or so. Awkward silence filled Betty's interior. Seemed like Spectre was at a loss for words after mentioning Emir. She didn't know how important he was to me, so I couldn't hold it against her. Still, the entire trip from the night club to the Werhner residence, she tried to muster up the words to say something, but backed down. It took a few minutes though for her to finally muster up the courage to speak to me about it. "I didn't mean to--"
"It's fine, you didn't know." I cut her off. "No one really does." I concentrated on the road. She finally asked about it. "How close were you with him."
"Very." I answered her. "He was like a father to me." I concentrated on driving watching the street signs as the rain came down hard. "Sounds like you guys were really close." she said to me. I nodded. "We were. He's the reason I have Betty here." She looked to me puzzled. "You mean this car was his?" I nodded. "He stopped driving her when he invested in a Chevelle and a Power Wagon." I explained. "He used the Chevelle during the spring summer seasons, and the Power Wagon for the Winter Seasons." I looked to her. "I kinda picked up his habits on that one. Since I have Betty and my Ramcharger." She snorted at that. "I wonder how much money you spend on gas?"
"Not very much. I fill it maybe once a month." She shot a glance at me. "Seriously?" I nodded. "That's not possible. There is no way you could be filling it THAT little." I snickered. "Pedro was able to pull it off." I explained to her. "But this is a Carburetor based motor. Four Barrel is it not?"
"Rochester Quadrajet to be exact."
"So there is no way in HELL you could be filling it once a month. I know you drive it around all the time!"
"It is possible when your getting close to Forty Miles to the gallon." From that point her jaw dropped. "What? How are you-- I mean what--?"
"Pedro modified it." I answered. "After I got it from Emir, I helped Pedro with some issues and in turn he took Betty and modified her to be more economical." She watched me with her jaw to the floor. Still trying to process the information. I looked to her and closed her mouth for her. snickering. "He swapped the rear end with a Dana 44 Axle so changing the Universal Joints wouldn't be a pain since the original products are obsolete."
"Okay, so that's one minor change. Doesn't really explain how your still able to get that much gas mileage."
"By closing the butterfly to the Carburetor and running a vacuum bypass hose to it so the fumes had a place to go." I snickered. "It keeps the airflow set to a certain amount." I smiled. "Pedro modified it so it doesn't cause any issues under stress. So it's just as efficient as fuel injection. Just. Gotta use High Octane in her."
We were close to the Werhner residence when I shut off the headlights. The masked avenger looked at me puzzled. "Something wrong?" I didn't answer just looked around to see if I can catch a glimpse of anything suspicious. It was difficult to tell with the rain fall. I was in the right position pulled over to the curb for now away from the stop sign. I finally saw something in the distance but couldn't tell what it was. The neighborhood was a quiet one. Town houses and trees pretty close together. I knew that the house was being watched. Just hard to tell at this hour. "You have those fancy goggles handy?" I asked her. She smiled pointing to her head. "I always keep them with me. Why?" I extended my hand out to her. "May I see them for a second?" Normally, I'm not big on fancy technology, but in this case, I made a small exception. From the corner of my eye, I could see those posh tiers of her curl to a coy smirk. Already I had an idea where she was going with this. "Finally catching up with the rest of us, detective?" she teased while reaching to remove her goggles and hand them to me. "Just this one time." I said to her. "Then you can have your fun with them."
She placed the fancy glasses in my hand and pointed out how to operate them. "Turn this to activate the night vision." she instructed, "This one adjusts the lens, and this switches between camera lenses. If you want to pick up Infrared, turn this knob to switch between the two." I looked to her for a second noting her smirk. "Just making sure you know how to operate it. Considering you don't have a cell phone. . ." I shook my head taking the goggles. "Thanks. . . It isn't booby trapped is it?" She giggled at that statement while I flushed my cheeks. "N-never mind. . . " I withdrew and placed the goggles over my eyes turning on the Night Vision scanning around the perimeter. She was still teasing me about it. "You trying to be a peeping tom now?" I rolled my eyes. "At this hour?" I shot a glance at her. "You never know. . . Maybe their's something your not telling me. . ." I shook my head ignoring the remark, and focused on an unmarked vehicle tracking the design, make and model if I could. I switched to Infrared to see how many bodies were inside. I could see from the temperatures their was two in the car. I scanned over to the side street and saw another unmarked car with two more bodies in it a few blocks away. Spectre watched me noting the serious expression on my face while I scoured the area. "Someone pulling a stake out?" she asked me when I stopped finally seeing the tail end of a car with two more bodies in side. I nodded. "Yeah, Six bodies total." I explained to her handing her the goggles back so she could have a look. She slipped the goggles back on and worked the adjusters accordingly seeing the same thing. "Cars are unmarked which can mean one of two things. Either the boys are working undercover. . ."
"Or someone with a lot of power has a keen interest on the house." she finished the sentence.
"Normally if it was a police escort it would be a marked Black and White." I pointed out. "And wouldn't be that far away from the house." I watched her while she operated her goggles. "My guess is it's probably either the Feds or one of the Crime Syndicates." I rolled my eyes. "Feds. . . Great." she glanced over to me. "We don't know for sure Reed. Right now their's three of them."
"Six, technically speaking." I pointed out. "Feds don't need that many agents on the field. Maybe a couple." I watched the house for a second. "Their could be more on the other side." I looked to her. "Think you can scout around a bit more?" She flipped off the goggles and looked to me nodding. "Better be a really good back rub, detective. . ." she said with a hint of sultry to her tone. I snickered a bit. "You won't be able to move by the time I'm done. . ." I teased her. She couldn't help but grin at that one. "I'll keep an eye out while you head inside." she said before tossing me an earpiece. I looked at it for a second. "Stick it in your ear, I'll be in touch with you if I find anything or see any changes." I nodded to her. "Keep an eye out for my signal." I said holding my mini flashlight. "Two quick clicks." I said. She nodded to me. "Hey." I stopped her for a second. Spectre turned her head to me while I watched her. "Be careful. We don't know what we're up against yet." She giggled. "Your forgetting who your talking to." she winked to me, and climbed out of Betty, closing the door before finally disappearing into the rainy night. I watched her for a second and shook my head sliding the ear bud in place turning it on. I focused my attention to the house and flashed my light on and off three times. I waited for a second And saw the light come on once then shut off. I smiled. "Thanks Marge."
I climbed out of Betty taking the keys with me and closing the door. Quickly I rushed around the streets avoiding the watchmen to reach the Werhner residence. The nice thing being a native to Steel City, is memorizing all the different routes. While running between the houses I hopped over the fences making my way to Emir and Marge's house. Flipping around the fences like I was doing the hurdles in the Olympics. Watching the cars for a second, I made sure the coast was clear. Climbing an old oak tree, I made way across the other side where the old tree at Emir's house sat. Shimmying down to the backyard and pausing for a second to make sure no one saw me. So far so good. I opened the storm cellar doors and climbed down to the basement sealing the doors behind me to meet up with Marge. I was going to find out what happened one way or another. I owed that to Emir at least. Maybe I can finally find out why he tried to kick me out of town in such a hurry. That whole situation left me bitter still, but I can finally find out what happened.