"Oh for fuck's sake," the driver started, but Erica cut him off.<br/><br/>"Look, the guy's got a point."  She reached over to the radio, turning the dial.  There was only a background hiss and static.  "KNBR is off the air.  That's a 100-kilowatt clear-channel station.  They're never off the air.  There's a gas station about two miles ahead.  We're stopping there--"<br/><br/>"Regulations say--"<br/><br/>"Fuck regulations," Erica barked.  "This is a special situation.  They have a landline.  We'll stop there.  The prisoners will remain secured.  You'll guard them, I'll run in and use their phone to call Base.  Find out what the frak is going on here.  If everything's on the level and someone was just messing with radio broadcasts, we'll be on our way.  If not, we'll get instructions from them on how to proceed.  In case you forgot, I<i>do</i>outrank you.  So I'm pulling rank.  There's a dirt road with a farm, and a quarter mile past that, the gas station.  Pull off when we get there.  I'll bring you back coffee and donuts for your troubles."