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roared by me, the driver leaning on the horn, screaming obscenities, and making a number of rude gestures. My father thought it was hilarious.
    “As I was saying,” he began after he stopped laughing, “I had wanted to give you the sports car after you got your driver’s permit. However, John and Geneva put the kibosh on that plan. I think they were afraid of it being viewed as me trying to buy your affection.”
    “For a car like that, my affection is for sale and will even come gift-wrapped.”
    “Ha ha,” my father said mockingly. “But I happen to agree with your mother and grandfather.”
    At that juncture, my father began pontificating on the importance of family and how he wanted our relationship to be based on the right kind of connections (which apparently didn’t include half-million-dollar sports cars as gifts). Mentally, I rolled my eyes. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about what he was saying; it was the fact that this was a sermon that I received — in one form or another — almost every time Alpha Prime and I got together.
    That said, I understood that this was important to him — that maybe he was saying to me all the things he wished he’d said to Paramount. Still, I was grateful when an odd beeping noise started sounding from somewhere in the SUV’s interior, effectively cutting off my father’s speech.
    “What the heck is that?” I asked. I scanned the instrument panel, expecting to see a “Door Open” light or something similar flashing, but there was no indication that anything was wrong with the vehicle.
    “It’s a call-in beacon,” Alpha Prime said.
    “What’s it mean?”
    “It’s a request for me to call in,” he said, shaking his head at my ignorance.
    Alpha Prime popped open the glove compartment and reached inside. I assume he pressed a button of some sort because the irritating beeping immediately stopped. When he withdrew his hand and closed the glove compartment, I saw that he was holding a wireless headset device, which he slipped over his ear.
    “Alpha Prime,” he said. “Where?…Are you sure?...How’s that?...What do you mean you don’t know?...Alright, give me five minutes.”
    He took off the headset and tossed it back into the glove compartment almost disgustedly. After a few moments of silence, I glanced in his direction and saw him giving me an odd, appraising stare. I’d kept my eyes on the road while he had the headset on, but I’d been listening intently. Finally, he spoke.
    “Hey,” he said. “How’d you like to see your old man in action?”

Chapter 5
    Alpha Prime slipped out of the car while I was still driving — just opened up the passenger-side door and zipped up into the air, slamming the door behind him. However, he’d given me some basic instructions before he left.
    “Just take a right at the next intersection, then drive straight,” he’d said. “I’ll find you. This will only take a minute.”
    Of course, I knew where he was going: back home to get “dressed” for work. True to his word, he was back just a minute or so later — this time fully decked out in his black-and-gold uniform.
    He had come in low and was flying right next to the driver-side window. Seeing him now in his full Alpha League regalia, I had to admit that he’d been right earlier: in costume, he seemed like an entirely different person, radiating confidence and competence, as well as inspiring trust.
    He looked in my direction and gave me a snappy salute, exaggerating the motion so wildly that I couldn’t help but smile.
    “You got your seatbelt on?” he shouted.
    I nodded, then watched as he rose up and drifted over towards the roof of the SUV. I couldn’t see him, but — since I had a feeling regarding what he was about to do — I knew that he was taking up a position above the vehicle. A second later, I was proven right when the SUV’s tires left the road as it became airborne. Alpha Prime had picked the SUV up and was flying with