Marconi got into is car and unlocked the passenger door for Zuse with a second click on the key fob. The leather seats were always welcoming, especially since they were heated/cooled with the touch of a button.

He snapped his seat belt and fired up the 6.1 liter V8 engine. It roared to life beneath him. As a smile of satisfaction crossed his face, he realized that he had been sitting there for a moment smiling, satisfied with his little hotrod.

Pulling back out onto the street, the turned to Zuse.

Well, that went ok. We weren't put before an inquisition and "probed" if you will. I don't think he seems very confident though, even being the ranking libertine in the area. Seems more like he has a job that noone else raised their hand for. What do you think?

Once back out on the interstate, he punched the accelerator and shifted gears. His Cobra radar detector probed the night air as they headed down the road.