Zachary nodded. "Sgt. Clyco was behind, perhaps we overlooked him in the rush to leave. Luckily, there is a chance that "
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Dr. Zanasiu entered another gas station to refuel. He normally obeyed the speed limits but this time he felt that the faster he got to Carson City, the better. In addition, the roads were as usual, nearly deserted.
He was pumping fuel into his car when he saw a group of people pointing and whispering at his Corvette and him. He paid them no heed until one of them, a wiry Dhole went up to him.
"So what happened to your car?" he asked.
"Nothing." Dr. Zanasiu replied.
"Nothing? It looks like someone used it for target practice." the Dhole replied with a chuckle.
Dr. Zanasiu looked at the Corvette, both back windows had been completely shot out and the back doors and trunk were riddled with bullet holes. "I'll get it fixed later."
At this point, the vehicle's tank was completely filled and he paid, taking the change and literally shoving it in the cup holder.
He looked at himself in the rear-view mirror. His lab coat and pants were caked in grease, dirt, soot and blood. His face was about as bad, he had grease, blood and soot all over his face and hair.
He then drove off and reentered the highway. After driving several minutes, tiredness was overtook him and he decided to pull off the road and take a nap.