The cabbie had made good time. Cana might act like a thug but she was still a Fairest and would use that to her advantage if needed. She'd even had the time to buy a burner phone across the street while waiting for Fat Mike to come down and unlock the gate.

Cana was surprised by the "vehicle" Fat Mike had for her. The mortal's nickname had once been accurate, but diet and Bowflex had inverted that. The mortal probalby had enough muscles to lift the car he was offering Cana, but that didn't stop her from snarking, "So, this leftovers from the fucking chop shops?"

That got a chuckle from Fat Mike before he glared at her, squeaky voice growling out: "You call me in the middle of the fucking night and mouth off? I can snap you in two little bird brain," and he was fluent in Italian. Cana just gave him the finger in response. Snarking seemed hard wired for her these days.

"I was expecting a full car not this tiny...is that a fucking white wall tire? They still fucking make those," she pointed at the offending rubber attached to the Volkswagen Beetle. Not a modern one, nor a well maintained classic. Actually, it was probably made with parts from several Beetles. It was powder blue! Well no, the trunk was black and a rear door was red. And the tires didn't even match.

"You can't get much for a favor bird brain, and maybe this is too much even for," Cana cut off Fat Mike with a good chunk of the wad of $100 bills, "Oh, that'll due bitch. Here's the paperwork, nice seeeee," and Cana handed him more, "eeelling this shit heap to some random guy. Never saw you tonight."

And like that she was done. Being a known element in town had sped things up. Cana regretted that wherever they went she'd lack the advantage now.

As she sped towards the Lamp Post, Cana saw something that made her blood freeze. It was just in the side view mirror but she easily recognized the Lost on the street, pointing at her. Louie the Slugger was hard to miss, the Summer always dressed in an old time baseball jersey. The Wizened was pointing the Beetle out to the other three.

White knuckles of her right hand gripped the steering wheel as the left moved behind her back, seeking the Makarov. Then the Ogre with Louie crouched down like he was sitting in a chair...and pantomimed honking a horn. The Summer gang were laughing hard enough to be heard by Cana.

The assholes were just making fun of the shitty car! Before Cana get give into the rage and shoot at them, the light turned green and the guy behind her blared his horn.

She gave the mortal a one finger salute before flooring it. She'd never trusted luck for anything and that wasn't changing tonight.