Eddie approached the car cautiously. One didn't live long in his line of work without gaining a heavy dose of paranoia and with all the shit going down this morning it looked like today his Spidey-sense was going to be on DEFCON ONE for rest of the day. Eddie also had a slight aversion to blood. Not because it made him grossed out but because you never knew what people had in their system. In his years as a pusher he'd seen eighty year old church ladies shooting up right beside the football players and the homeless vet. It made him damn glad he'd never gotten involved with them himself. He'd known far too many dealers that had started using more product then they were selling and ended up in an early grave. Hell Eddie didn't even sleep with his own girls, too worried about what he'd catch from the lying bitches he sold nightly to the bored, the perverted, and the unloved. All these quirks either made Eddie a smart man or a complete wackjob, he cared little either way as long as he lived long enough to spend the money. He didn't particularly want to spend time in the clink either.<br/><br/>Those were the goals today. Stay safe. stay out of jail. Make a bit of profit.....Maybe get laid. Actually those were pretty much his goals everyday but todays riots seemed to have moved stay safe up the list a little. So he approached the car slowly. Checked his corners, blind spots, looked up, and behind, stayed close to walls, and defensive positions. All of the defensive behaviors his step dad had grilled him to do over and over again before he left with that damn blonde bitch secretary of his. It sounds like it would take forever to move a couple feet with all the maneuvering and monitoring but really it took maybe a 5 minutes max, thanks to all the practice he'd had at it as a kid and more importantly in his adult life.<br/><br/><strong><em>Okay lets see couple roaming mobiles looting or in panic mode, no cops, some stoned or crazy fucks looking at their bellybuttons; a dead girl, and a nice ride with a bit of crimson splash paint.</em></strong>Eddie thought as he ran down a mental Sitch report in his head.<strong><em> Yep situation normal. All fucked up as usual, sir.</em></strong><br/><br/>Eddie eyeballed both the crazies and the "dead girl" suspiciously trying to determine if either was going to suddenly make a move to try and take the Vette from him. Neither seemed interested so he made a move for the vehicles drivers side door and stuck his head in quickly to search the backseat.<br/><br/><strong><em>No one there, good hate to end up like poor Frank, stupid bastard.</em></strong>,he thought as he remembered his old partner in crime and best friend, who was now serving 20 years for kidnapping cause he'd boosted a car with two kids in the backseat.<strong><em> was constantly telling him to look before he leapt but not that guy. Hope he's okay, might visit him next month.</em> </strong>He thought as he closed the door and turned the ignition. As the gentle rumble of the Vette several heads turned in Eddies direction and though the blank expressions showed no real malice the sudden movement of them as a group in the direction of the car suggested otherwise. Eddie elegantly summed up his feelings about his new situation in four words as he backed the Stingray off the curb.<br/><br/><strong>"Shit....Fuck...Hell…Damn!!..."</strong><br/><br/>Eddie glance in the side mirror only to come face to face with one of the previously docile men, whose lower face Eddie realized was covered in blood. Blood that from the angle of descent and amount didn't appear to be his own.<br/><br/><strong>HOLY FUCK ME!!!!</strong>Eddie yelped as he changed gears and quickly hit the gas, glad that the objects in mirror were not as close as they appeared, just this once.<br/><br/><strong>"Fucking Rioters must be on a majorly bad batch to do shit like that."</strong>He mumbled as he turned on the radio.<br/><br/>".....above the forward elements of the riot in progress. The mob has moved east across Fission Street and is now heading straight for Rockford High School! There is currently no sign of the RPD's attempts to stop the rioters other than a single SWAT van which appears to have been stormed by the rioters. Looking down I can see several bodies dressed in RPD tactical gear. It appears that the city's attempts to stop the progress of this riot are in complete disarray. The mob is less than a block away from Fox Street now. And closing the distance....this reporter can only hope that Rockford High has already been evacuated" came the clearly shaken voice of a reporter over the soft thump thump thump of rotary blades.<br/><br/><strong>"Fuck even going after kids now. World is a truly messed up place."</strong>,he commented out loud as he turned onto Ennerdale and followed it east to the little side street that followed Jimbo’s Junk, Scrap, Metal, Parts, and Tires property line. Rockford’s local Junkyard, Jimbo‘s also did a healthy bit of business on the side as a chop and mod shop, which is what brought Eddie through its high rod iron gate. Usually The Junkyard was a mass of activity, Mechanics, cutters, and scrappers, in overalls running back and forth between the maze of cars and the shop-houses; cranes swinging hunks of metal into the compressor, Welders sparking, etc. but today it was quite as a grave.<br/><br/><strong> “Ah Man don’t tell me Big Ol’ Jimbo stayed at home. I didn’t think anything scared that big ass biker. Let alone some Crazies headed in the wrong direction. Nah, he’s gotta be here somewhere. Guess I’ll have to get out and look for the fat bastard. Maybe he’s in the shop.” </strong>Eddie reasoned, realizing for not the first time that he talked to himself a bit more then was strictly healthy.<br/><br/>Eddie shut off the car but left the keys inside since he’d be moving it in a second anyways and moved off to search the squat building to his right that served as one of the chop shop bays.<strong><em> Jimbo might not be in there but if he wasn’t at least someone could tell him where to find him and where they wanted the car. </em></strong>[/i]  Eddie walked through a solid steel door which closed behind him with a BANG!<br/><br/><strong>“Hello?!"</strong>, he yelled through the shop,<strong>“Hello?! Any one home? I’m looking for Jimbo. Hello?!……”</strong>