That off-site server was also     
monitored by a security service, that I
paid big bucks to not only monitor our 
cams, but also our GPS locations and   
radio chatter.                         
     In case, we got into trouble.     
     They knew exactly what to do if   
anything crazy happened, and since they
were local, that also included coming  
to the rescue with guns a blazing. A   
couple guys there were even former FBI.
     That’s also when we put in all    
those other goodies in my Nova, like   
that little device that hid my license 
plate.                                 
     James Bond would love my car, and 
I know I said that before, but it      
definitely bears repeating.            
     Anyway, that second year, Darryl  
drove the second car I owned, because  
* it had the dash cam, and all that other  
stuff.                                 
     That one’s a big old black        
Lincoln.                               
     Beth drives it now, when she’s    
driving these patrols, or her car was  
in the shop.                           
     That second year is when I saved  
one female black kitten from being     
 burned alive.                         
     It's also when I met Beth.        
     After finishing my first loop, I  
announced over the walkie that I was   
going to make a run to that area where 
that small dog and five cats had been  
found.                                 
     I was about a quarter mile away   
when I ran across a light in the woods.
     I turned my lights off and drove  
slowly through the trees towards the   
light. I almost hit a tree, when I saw 
two teenage boys had a kitten hanging  
by the neck from a low tree branch.    



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