It was the shaking of the apartment itself that woke Eddie up. Not the symphony of car alarms, or the gunfire or the paniced yells, he'd learned to tune those out long ago but the shaking and the crunchy whirring buzz that sounded like a killer robot had rolled into town that woke Eddie up. "whathefuckinhellis...." he mumbled as he groggily turned over, the overly bright light of a far too cheery sun peeking through dark and slightly dingy curtains. "godamnmotherfuckinworldwarthreestart?" He mumbled trying to cover his head with a pillow to block out the noise but it was still there that loud slow rumble... Eddie sat up pissed he'd worked til 3 ...gotten to bed as the sun was coming up round eight and he it was barely noon by the looks of the blurry red numbers on his clock and some asshole was driving a tank through his.....<em>Wait a TANK! What the Hell! </em><br/><br/>Eddie bolted up right and through on some pants. Boots where next. He slid through the hall and into the living room grabbed the remote from the coffee table and jabbed the power button as he continued down the hall to the bathroom. The T.V. blared, its usually smiling blond bimbo looking a bit more plastic than usual as she dispensed the news.<br/><br/>"......As the riots and protests have become more violent swat has called in what appears to be a riot tank to deal with the crowds which instead of dispersing seem to have gotten bigger. Officials are considering the possibility that this may be some form of gang or terrorist action but remain confident that they can keep the situation under control."<br/><br/>" Huh, cops deserve every fucking bit of it you ask me." Eddie said to himself as he zipped up and flushed. "can't believe I got woke up by a fucking tank this morning...shits going to just kill my profits. So no fiends and johns today, guess I ought to go old school then. With all the other shit going down no way the cops will be out looking for a few boosted rides. Had my eye on that charger down the road awhile. Looks like todays my lucky day."<br/><br/>Eddie dried his hands and ran them through his long hair.<em>Up early anyways might as well get a move on</em>he thought as he moved back down the hall to grab one of his signature electric blue shirts and pull it over his head. Minutes later he was out the door gloves on, slim jim, knife, and phone in his coat pocket. "Time to go make some money."