Z-A Monday: Q - the quest continues

Feeling a bit queasy, and with no one in the Captain’s quarters, Xavier decided to quit the seafaring life, making his way from the ship to the quay. He didn’t have to wonder long about his next quest, as, ironically, a Nissan Quest careened around the corner and skidded to a stop right next to him, a quartet of scruffy dudes inside.

“Hey, you, wanna pick up a few quid?” came a voice from the Quest. “Dollars? Money?” Without question, Xavier was quick to land this quarry. He didn’t even quiz them about the job or its qualifications.

“I’m in!” was his response.

“Can you drive this car?”

“Of course”, he replied, a slightly quizzical look on his face.

He hopped in as they motioned him, quietly shifting into drive.

“Where to?”

The guy now riding shotgun, named Quincy, seeming to be the group’s quarterback, quelled his concern with vague talk about a construction job, but first mentioned a convenience store, “Quality Foods”, down the street, to grab some Cokes to quaff, quelling their thirst.

He parked in the Quality Foods lot, and the four got out, Quincy saying “Keep her running, we’ll be right back.” This all happened quite quickly, but Xavier was no quitter.

Three minutes later, the four rushed out of Quality Foods with a couple bags. As they reached the Quest, the quiet was breeched by a piercing alarm, and then sirens from adjacent Quimby Street. The bags were tossed in the Quest, but as the sirens drew near, the now-questionable quartet scattered into the quaint surrounding neighborhood.

Quavering a bit, Xavier shifted to reverse, looked up at the mirror, saw the officer motioning him to stop, and pondered the quantum leap – backwards - in his situation since yesterday. The queasiness had definitely returned.