Deet-Deet!
The red numbers on Tom's radar gun lit up. He straightened in his seat and checked the screen. "Two hundred and eighty-three miles per hour?" Tom asked while checking his rearview mirror to see all zero jet planes speeding down the road. "This thing must be broken."
Deet-Deet!
The radar went off again in his hands. This time it read 296 mph. Tom gripped his steering wheel as if a tornado might pick him up off the ground. He waited. But nothing happened.
Suddenly, a shadow zipped across his rearview mirror. But it wasn't on the road. Something was lurking on the shoulder, some prankster out to play with Tom's relaxing afternoon. Tom spun around like a gunslinger in the Old West and pointed his radar right were he thought he saw the shadow. Deet-Deet! 299 mph. Thing were getting freaky now.
"I better check this out, Sarge," Tom said as he opened the cruiser door and stepped out. "Cover my six, partner."
In a flash, a swirling dust cloud kicked up around Tom.
Deet-deet! Deet-deet! Deet-deet! The radar went crazy. 300 then 302 then 305 mph!
Then suddenly...SCHWOOOOOOM! went the wind, blowing Tom back and onto the gravel ground.
BLORP! The radar gun went off in his hand, but this time it didn't even register a number. Too fast to even clock.

-Chapter 2