Trevor was a unique man. He drove around in his Pontiac, mostly invisible to the world, but the world had little idea of the tricks up Trevor's sleeve. He liked to live dangerously, and over time the police caught on to his shenanigans. . .
His game was traffic light chicken. It started with seeing how close to red he could make it through a light before it actually changed. Then he tested further and further, seeing how late after the light changed he could go without getting caught. This lasted some time, but eventually he was caught.
That's why he had his tactical taillight. Trevor kept on driving, disregarding the growing number of police cars following him. He'd run out of gas eventually, but he wasn't worried. He found a straight section of the highway, and by now in addition to the police cars were police helicopters, military jets, and international news coverage following him.
Perfect he thought.
Trevor accelerated as fast as he could, unlatched a special switch on his dashboard, and flipped the switch it contained. His rear left taillight burst open in a shower of sparks, and a spinning, glowing orb hovered in air between him and his pursuers, trailing him as he continued. The orb spun faster and faster, and as it did it grew brighter and brighter, dimming the pursuers' lights in proportion. Soon all was dark except for this orb. When that happened, it returned to Trevor's taillight.
The orb went dark for a moment too, before a giant ring of light swirled open in front of Trevor's Pontiac. The fleet behind him braked or swerved out of the way, just avoiding the ring, while Trevor sped right on through and disappeared in a flash of light. The ring collapsed leaving only some glowing trails that spelled "Catch ya later, suckers!"
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