Screech!
With the sound of tires scraping, a black sedan pulled over by the roadside. Two men in sunglasses and suits appeared at the rescue scene.
The older white man had a large nose, a slightly receding hairline, and an unruffled gaze that carried the calm of someone weathered by life.
The younger man climbing out of the passenger seat was black. He was clearly a bit of a goofball, because his hand slipped while taking off his sunglasses, and he nearly jabbed one of the arms up his nostril.
The middle-aged man shook his head, ignoring his partner's usual absentminded antics. He walked toward the fire truck, found the fire captain at its front, then pulled out his wallet and showed his credentials.
"Federal Flora and Fauna Ecological Balance Protection Bureau, abbreviated ABCDEFG." The middle-aged man held his agent ID in front of the fire captain for quite some time before snapping it shut. "I'm Agent Hoover. The one behind me is Agent Kennedy. We're taking over this scene."
After fumbling around for a while, the Black agent finally pulled his sunglasses from his collar and tucked them into his suit pocket. He gave a solemn nod in greeting.
"But we're just here to rescue a cat that can't get down from a tree. Do you really need to send federal agents?"
In the large roadside tree beside them was a kitten, a beautiful Blue Cat. It poked its head out from the leaves to look down at the men in black, then shrank back, doing nothing but meowing.
The fire captain set down the ladder in his hands and pushed up his helmet. The wrinkles on his forehead rippled like waves.
He truly could not understand it. He had often heard officers from other departments complain about arriving