When  Frank was fully dressed Broken claw lead him out into the parking lot and invited him into an old pickup built in the 70's. It had certainly seen better days but in this neighborhood it seemed like the worse off a vehicle was the more likely you were to keep it. Tossing the young man a poncho he sat in and waited for him to enter. Once he did Broken claw wasted no time in taking him down the street a short eight blocks and parking. "Here we are, all you gotta do is make it from here up to the gym. The gangbangers are probably gonna pick a fight, throw a few punches, and shoot at you but by your look Im sure you know how to handle all that."