A Firm Tap on the Roof

My arms were locked tight across my chest, perched right on the metal roof. Then, a quick pulse stirred through my boots. I blinked, took in the flashing red beacons around me, and uncrossed one glove. Tap, tap. A sharp metallic ring answered beneath my knuckles. My toes flexed freely against the car surface. Down in the crater, another golden figure stood motionless under the haze, but up here, I was completely unbound and ready to roll.