[ WP ] You know the random driver in every action movie where the hero jumps in and orders to `` follow that car ! '' . Yup , that 's you . Every single time you 're trying to get anywhere .

Lilly stood outside her car, staring in. She leaned over and checked the back seat. Empty. She went around to the back hatch and popped it open. Empty. She closed it and turned back to her security monitors on the garage wall. Again, the household and all of it's surroundings appeared to be completely desolate. She even had one peering down the streets in both directions, and had essential infrared detection throughout the property. 
 
 She tried, she really did, to assume some emotional control this time. It had happened so many times by now that she wondered if she'd ever feel safe again. She popped the handle on the door, swung into her seat and started the engine. For a full minute she waited. Reluctantly, she backed out of the garage slowly, finally her rear tire reached pavement. And suddenly the world went bright yellow. With a funch, her purse and sunglasses on the passenger seat beside her were crushed by the sudden appearance of a man clad in camouflaged battle gear as he dropped in through the sunroof. His parachute draped over the entire car. Quickly he swatted the clips on his shoulders and ripped his face mask off, revealing his stern brow and chiseled features, freshly damaged from intense hand to hand combat. 
 
 `` PARDON MA'AM, SPECIAL AGENT HANS DO-'' Before he could finish his sentence, something along the lines of'save the earth, follow this blinking light' she presumed, she had flipped open the security panel she'd installed on the dash and slammed down on the bright red button beneath it. Immediately 45,000 volts coursed through the frame of the passenger seat. The man's body convulsed and wrenched around chaotically for several seconds as the charge ran its course, she could see his eyelid blinking about 70 times a second. Finally the charge dissipated, his twitching stopped. A furl of smoke plumed out of his nostril as he lay collapsed onto the dash, eyes rolled up into his head. With a grunt, she leaned over to the door handle, popped it, and gently pushed the unconscious man out onto the sidewalk. She lamented the sunglasses, momentarily, before backing the rest of the way out of her drive and pulling onto the highway. At least, today, they'd had the decency to get it out of the way first thing, almost thoughtful even.
