<strong>Kelli Morris<br/>Little Havana<br/>~Strip Mall</strong><br/><br/>Putting her Maui Jim's back on, “lets do this, but first we need a car”.  She takes the next right, her feet dance on the accelerator and clutch as she heads down the side road in search of a car. After driving several blocks, though a residential area with houses lining the street, all with dirt or brown grass in the yard and in various need or repair, she shifts down and makes a rolling right turn at a stop light onto a busier road.  A couple blocks later, she sees what she is looking for,  putting on her blinker on, she slides into the middle lane, then rolls though a yellow light into the parking lot for a decent sized strip mall with a 24/7 grocery store anchoring the south end.<br/><br/>Driving slowly along the back rows of the parking lot  she spies a dark green Pontiac G6 with tinted windows and pulls into an open spot a couple parking spaces away.  Deciding to leave the gun in its holster, she opens the door pulling out her hoodie from behind the drivers seat as she moves to back of her car.  Opening the hatch scanning for possible danger she puts on the hoodie zipping it up half way.  She sees people walking around the entrance way to the stores, maybe 60 yards away; a couple to their left walking hand-in-hand towards their car, they don't seem to even notice her; no light bars of security or cop cars patrolling the parking area.<br/><br/>Lifting up the rug that covers the spare tire, she pulls out small bag holding a screw driver, ignition punch, wire splicer, and spare ignition with her right hand. Her left hand pulls out a the slim jim.  She pulls the hatch down, taking another quick scan, she walks confidently towards the G6, kicking her door closed as she passes it.  Tom falls in next to her moving to thepassenger side of the G6 as she points at it with her chin.  Approaching the driver side door, one last look, nothing seems to be out of place, she slides the slim jim between the window and door fishing around for several seconds before pulling opening the lock.  Sliding the slim jim free, she opens the door, using the electric lock to open the door for Tom .<br/><br/>Not wasting time looking for threats, the crime already committed, nor does she feel a need for speed or panic, she lays the slim jim on the floor, hoping she wont have to crack the steering column to splice in a new ignition.  She opens the bag pulling out a short steel bar about a foot long, one end tapering to a point, and a hammer.  She presses the pointed end into the ignition, and wackes the end of the bar with her hammer several times forcing it into the ignition.  Laying the hammer back in the bag, she grips the steering wheel pulling hard to the right with her left hand as her right grip the steel rod forcing it up and down  slowly trying to free the steering wheel lock. It pops loudly as it releases.  Cranking on the bar, she loosens it, slides it into the bag, and grabs her flat nose screw driver. Sliding it into the torn up ignition, she twists it forward until the car turns over starting up.<br/><br/>Her right hand reaches up over her left shoulder, pulling the seat belt down and clicking it in place,  scanning the mirrors, she puts the car in reverse, backing up, then sliding it into drive, she presses firmly on the glass driving towards a side exit.   Smiling she feels her heart rate pulse a little faster as she looks over at Tom,  "where to."