<strong>Joe and his partner: Mall shopping center parking lot.</strong><br/><br/><br/>The officers walked out of Subway, and Joe was resting a hand on the side of his belt. The man was full, and as they walked over to the service vehicle, he was sure to inform Brian, “You’re driving this time.” It made the life of a lazy man easier as it spared him from rounding the front of the car to the driver’s side. Arriving before the passenger door, Joe opened it and plopped down into the comfy seat with a defeated moan.<br/><br/>Brian smirked as he rounded the vehicle and entered into the driver’s side. “I hope you aren’t too full to run,” he said.<br/><br/>Reaching between his legs, down beneath his seat, Joe slid it back and then lowered the backrest so that he could relax a bit. “Never. Just don’t find anyone to chase in the next ten minutes,” Joe muttered. His stomach felt tight and the food made him sleepy. He closed his eyes as the smooth vehicle rumbled to life and pulled away from the sidewalk. It was like sleeping on a cloud until Brian’s meaty fist struck his left pectoral. Joe’s eyes fluttered open.<br/><br/>“Check it out, it’s SPECTRE,” Brian informed. The police vehicle was at a stop light just before the shopping center. As Joe sat up in his seat, he gazed at the helicopter and vehicles surrounding the mall. Heavily armored men swarmed the place in a fashion that reminded him of SWAT. “They must have found another Super.”<br/><br/>“You should pull in there,” Joe encouraged.<br/><br/>Brian gave his partner an accusing look. “Are you crazy? The police aren’t to get involved with SPECTRE’s affairs.”<br/><br/>“Who says we’re getting involved? We’re just looking. Just park off to the side. They can’t say anything to us if we’re not interfering in their business.”<br/><br/>Brian ran a hand back through his brown hair. “I don’t know man. SPECTRE always just gave me the creeps. They’re not like the FBI. I don’t know…something just doesn’t feel right when they’re around.”<br/><br/>“Exactly. Let’s go look.”<br/><br/>Brian breathed a nervous sigh as he turned the wheel, bringing the police car into the right turning lane. They turned into the shopping center and parked several parking spots away from the Food Court and away from the rows of vehicles closest to the building. Anxiety had him park two spots from an SUV that obscured the police car, but also obscured their view of the situation.<br/><br/>“Brilliant spot,” Joe irritably complimented.<br/><br/>“I didn’t want us to be seen or for them to get any weird ideas of what we’re up to.”<br/><br/>Popping open the passenger door, Joe shot back, “We’re not up to anything.” He closed the door and walked along the side of the truck until he could peer over the hood at what was going on. He had heard of SPECTRE. The department made sure every officer knew who they were, but he had never seen them in person. It was his first time gazing upon the shady organization, an organization that caught Supers, and he hadn’t quite heard any good rumors about them. Some officers back at headquarters praised them or made them seem like a powerful agency. But Joe knew that no agency could ever be too powerful in the United States. The law made sure of that with certain checks and balances. However, nothing was ever perfect.