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Bret Matthews / Turbo Teen
Basic Appearance: Brown hair, 6'1", blue eyes, often wears red jacket with jeans
Build: Above average
Alternate form: "Turbo Teen" (Red 1984 Chevy Camero with heavy modifications)
The original car-changer, Bret Matthews was a teenager when he crashed his father's modified and rebuilt Chevy Camero/Trans Am hybred car into a government laboratory where the Molecular Transfer Ray was being tested, causing him to fuse at the molecular level with it. As a result, he and many others posess the ability to transform into a car when his body temperature reaches a specific level.
As Turbo Teen, Bret served his city and worked with the FBI to act as a defacto agent in specific missions, a practice that continued until his 30th birthday. Now married to his best friend and confidant Patty (Jones) Matthews
Chasing Retirement Ch 7 FinalShelly and Michelle rode along with Derek the tow truck driver to arrive at the U-Haul truck. Once traffic was clear - heck, it was light anyway - he climbed out and inspected the truck.
“You say it wasn’t getting fuel, but has gas in the tank?” Derek asked.
Shelly came around to find him looking over the engine, which had been left propped open. “Yes, my husband was sure of it. Can we fix it here?”
“No, I don’t have the tools with me. It’ll have to be brought back to my shop. I can swap it out and have you on the road again after lunch, but I’d feel better letting it cycle through a few gallons before taking it down the interstate.”
“Sure,” Shelly said. “Does the Medora Musical play tonight?”
He shook his head. “It only runs June through September.”
Michelle looked into the cab and around the truck. “Say, where’s Greg?”
Chasing Retirement Ch 6After a fine continental breakfast, we started heading east through town before realizing that I could find I-90, but not an onramp going east. I managed to keep Shelly sane before finding an onramp about an hour longer than I might have liked.
By nine thirty, we finally found Idaho, leaving behind Spokane, and were confident that points east would soon follow.
Michelle offered to drive after lunching near the Montana border. Somehow while Shelly slept on my shoulder the conversation shifted to the medical condition of Michelle's foot.
"Well, it's been about five weeks, and the doctor suggested I wear the cast and the boot for at least eight," Michelle replied. "I'm at least able to drive with it okay."
"You're not able to remove the cast, are you?"
She shook her head. "When we get home, I'm to see my personal doctor for another x-ray and maybe get a removable cast so I can soak my foot."
"But, I thought you took off the boot last night?"
"I did," she replied. &
Chasing Retirement Ch 5At the LaQuinta that night, I joined Shelly and Allison in the pool area. Michelle sat with us, although she didn't swim because of her medical boot.
While Shelly and Ally swam together, I sat on the lounger and read the road atlas I had packed in my luggage. I never went on a road trip without one.
"You think we'll make it to Greatland tomorrow?" Michelle asked.
"Oh sure," I said. "Unless that rain decides to complicate things."
"You don't want to get rid of my sister, do you?"
I lowered the atlas to, coincidentially, get a nice view of Allison's cleavage within a floral print bikini just as she jumped out of the water while Shelly splashed below her, kicking her tailfin playfully.
"No, of course not, I love your sister's company," I replied.
"You love me," Allison said as she went back to her chase with Shelly, who remained underwater through most of their antics.
"I love each of you, but Shelly is wearing my ring," I said quietly. "No offense."
Chasing Retirement Ch 4Instead of getting breakfast right away, we instead drove the rental car to Michelle's house and picked up the U-Haul. Sunny was parked in the street, idling quietly.
"So why did we come here then with the rental car?" Shelly asked.
"So many questions," I muttered. "The airport is on the way through town and that's where we have to return it."
"And that's where you come in," I said.
"Actually?" Sunny asked. "If Shelly or Michelle rides with me there, I can drive from the airport north."
I nodded. "That's a better idea."
"Should I drive into the garage, Michelle?"
"No," Michelle said. "It's 4:30, just take care of buisness."
"Okay." Sunny released a shot of reversion foam across her windshield and began to shrink. "Just a moment."
"Everything loaded?" John asked, surprising me. He had come outside, surprising us all. But then, Ally came with him, so it made some sense.
"I thought he'd sleep in," Ally said to me quietly.
Chasing Retirement Ch 3Soon, she had used her key card to open the door to the Special Invention Lab, and a moment later all of us made our way inside the private meeting room just across the way from the Molecular Transfer Ray.
Dr. Chase had recently sat down at the far end of the table, and as the table comfortably held twenty people, we had no trouble filling it out.
I sat about two thirds of the way down at first, but Michelle pulled me to sit closer to Dr. Chase’s spot. Bret sat on his left, and Michelle sat on the right. Shelly and I sat next to her, and soon we seemed to be sitting in a fairly pre-determined order.
Let me rephrase that. We somehow managed to end up in the order that the Molecular Transfer Ray had affected us. Bret and Michelle had been among the first to be touched by its light, and while I had no idea why Cindy and Lina were there, they must have been affected in some way also. Yet, it was Samantha, Megan and Nauridia who sat near the end.
Chasing Retirement Ch 2I tried to be polite with the stuff down there, knowing that most of the movies, VHS tapes and DVDs alike, along with the CDs and any video games from their old SNES and the Playstation belonged to either Ally or Michelle. Thus, they got first pick from that pile. But I had my eye on the pool table equipment and a Wurlitzer juke box that seemed to be from the golden age of juke boxes.
John came down to join me about ten minutes later, joined by Michelle. "I was hoping that'd catch your eye, Greg."
I looked over the Wurlitzer juke box that had a design reminincent of the old 1946 models with bubbles along the edges that came to a perfect arch across the top, accented by yellow and turquoise lights with chrome, red and oak accents. Instead of an open window to the turntable there was a view of a thearter marquee curtain above a listing of ten different singles, although it looks to have been modified with digital listings that could play anywhere from ten t