“Um, Craig,” I said, wiping his mouth, “will that happen every time I spew? Because, if so, we’re going to need some earplugs installed in these outfits of ours.”
He hopped up. “We’re hooked into the police system now.”
“Legally?” I asked, with a frown.
“More or less.”
My frown sunk farther south. “Which is it?”
He shrugged. “Less,” he replied. “In any case, our network recognizes certain words, phrases, triggers that cause…” He pointed to the horn and the light. “That.”
“What kind of triggers?”
He wiped the remnants of my spooge off his face. “When the police need backup, when they can’t handle something on their own, when they can use a little help.” He smiled and licked his fingers clean. “That way, we’re not doing their job so much as helping them when they can’t do it on their own. Less vigilante, more National-Guardish.”
“I doubt the police will see it that way, though.”