<strong>-- Desmond - Juggs Automotive Repair - After the Meet --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Desmond let out a low whistle as he hopped out of the Westwind, shoving his hands into his pants pockets and giving the building a good sweep of the eyes through the data-display lens in his mask.  "Coyote my dear, did you happen to steal this building from a<em>museum</em>?  It looks positively Old World!"<br/><br/>A hidden grin spread across his face.  "Was the name your idea?"