the police GTR

The damp night air clings to your skin as you turn the corner to the police station. Your camera is slung around your neck when you spot four matte-finished police GTRs parked along the sidewalk, and a group of girls gathered around the nearest one. "Wait a minute... didn't you hear that none of us know who really runs this team?" Emily leans forward, over the hood of the GTR, in a low voice. "Why don't you ask the officers who just drove by what we're doing?"