After a 16 hours of almost nonstop driving, 4 bathroom breaks, 2 meal breaks, and one traffic jam, we stopped for the night. We paid for a night, and within 10 منٹ of walking through the door, everyone was asleep.
*eight hours later*
We all awoke to the blaring alarm that I had set. It was almost noon, and we needed to get back on the road. After a hasty breakfast provided سے طرف کی the motel, we were all back in the Nissan and on the highway once again.
The entire driving time yesterday, I had maintained a good 8 mph over the to save some time. The Nissan GT-R Spec V was مزید than up to the task, capable of reaching 187 mph.
A few hours after we had left the motel, we were just turning south, oddly enough in South Dakota, when I saw a flash of red and blue in my rear view mirror. I glanced up at it and swore. Riding my پچھواڑے, گدا was a South Dakota Highway Patrol police کروزر with his lights on.
Scar and Kate looked out the rear window at the cop car.
I sighed, downshifted, and pulled to the shoulder. I reached over to the glovebox, where I kept the registration to the car and at the same time, pulled my wallet from my pocket.
The cop car pulled behind me and angled so that he could pull right out if he needed to.
Scar growled.
"Scar, don't do that when he gets up here!" I hissed at her.
The officer stepped from his car, shut the door, and walked slowly up to my window, hand resting lightly on his service weapon.
I motored the window down to speak with him.
"What's the problem, officer?" I کہا politely.
"You were going 85 in a 75 zone. Why آپ traveling so fast?" he drawled in his South Dakota accent.
"I'm just trying to save a little time," I said.
"Can I see your license and registration?"
I handed him the documents.
"Wait right here," he said. He walked back to his کروزر and got in, undoubtedly to process my information.
"Well, that's a bummer," I کہا to my passengers.
A few منٹ later, the cop stepped from his car again and came up to the window, carrying a yellow slip of paper. I groaned.
"I'm giving آپ the ticket for speeding," he said, and launched into the spiel about appealing the ticket and what happens if I don't pay it. He handed it to me and I heard a low growl come from behind me.
I paled and looked back at Kate. Her teeth were bared and she was staring daggers at the cop.
"Kate!" I hissed. "Stop that!"
"If she attacks me, you're going to jail for assaulting a police officer," the cop snapped.
I hurriedly reached my hand back and put it on her head.
"Yes sir," I کہا shakily.
"Have a nice دن and slow it down," he کہا as he went back to his car. He pulled out and was soon gone.
I sat there for a bit.
"Kate, what were آپ thinking?!" demanded Scar.
"He's a jerk!" she contested hotly.
"That may be, but he's in charge," I said.
I pulled away from the curb and kept 4 miles over the limit.
