text: TV...checked.
  
  
  Sunglasses...checked.
  
  
  Trench coat...Unnecessary but you couldn't just leave your skinny bones out, it has doubled your luck and your appearance to be unique...Also checked.
  
  
  Good thing your face hasn't really hit the mark of any media type out there yet, but your time is running out. Lying low will have to be in another place, a safe and secure one far away from here.
  
  
  You check the plate covering your gas meter and see that it still got 2/3 left. You have to stock on some large litters to cross the border. The nearest place to refill would be...about 15 miles from here, not really hard to come by and if they try something funny, your guns will do the job. You decide to go there.
  
  
  ...Hmm? It's nearly night time. Anytime now...
  
  
  You have arrived at a gas station. There are only a few local houses and shops nearby, an empty place and probably not in any urban business. 
  > You sophisticated stealing
  At least you know how to reload a basic handgun while totally clueless about anything else. What is there to blame besides yourself? You were nuts, and you still are right now. You load the inside the barrel of your pistol with a fresh clip and proceed to approach the gas station slowly. You park the car just behind the wall surrounding the place and sneak into the yard on foot. Before the employer, a man in mid 40 can sense you, his hands have already raised behind his head as you hold him up at gunpoint.
  
  
  "Sorry for this." You say, looking frantically side by side. "Get me 6 litters of gasoline. Try anything funny and I will torch this place down in an instant."
  
  
  "A-Alright." He answers your order by slowly walking towards the container to grab the cans. "Here...just chill out, okay?"
  
  
  "Good. Grab those and go forward." You demand, wanting to be sure of your position to the eyes of any people outside. "Turn around now."
  
  
  You lead him back to your vehicle, the poor man is struggling to carry the fuel one by one.
  
  
  "Open all of the covers, I want to see them."
  
  
  He does so and backs away to the wall, allowing you to have a look at the containers...Yep! It seems like all of them are pure gasoline alright.
  
  
  "Good. Now go back to your place and I swear if I see the cops hogging the horn anytime now, I'll mark all flammable stuffs inside that place my practicing target. Are we clear on that?"
  
  
  "Yeah...I see your point." He says, throwing a dirty look behind you as you get in your car.
  
  
  "Nice doing business with you, mate." You crack a smile at your victim. "Good bye."
  
  
  Yeah, screw all of that moral bullshit. You got the gun, you are the winner.