[Written in 2002. Events like this could happen in 2025 if President Harris carries out her threats to ban semi-automatic weapons by executive decree.] “I need to get gas,” Brad told her, and he pulled over onto the exit lane for Hoffler Boulevard. The exit ramp cut through a break in the wall of pines alongside the highway, then curved off out of sight to the right and sloped gently downward. “Oh crap, what’s this?” he said, braking quickly. Ranya bolted upright and buckled her seatbelt. There was a police cruiser on the side of the ramp just beyond the...