BigSaltyDog

  Sgt. Salty & Sgt. Zinshed: Neon Wheels – Chapter 1: The Delivery The Miami heat wasn’t the only thing burning up the tarmac that morning. Sgt. Salty adjusted his aviators with one hand and tugged his linen blazer with the other, casually stepping out of the precinct. His boots hit the pavement with swagger, echoing across the front steps of the Metro Task Force HQ. Next to him, Sgt. Zinshed was already leaning against the wall, sipping a frozen espresso from a cup that definitely didn’t meet regulations. His mullet caught the sun just right — a perfect 1980s halo of trouble. “You ready for this?” Zinshed asked, glancing at his partner. Salty nodded. “Been ready since they signed the papers. Our new ride’s in.” The Supercar The dealership was located in a part of town where chrome reflections glimmered off every window, and the scent of petrol mixed with sea air. They’d been assigned a vehicle upgrade after closing the Montez Cartel case — and let’s just say the Commis...