The knife sheath already on his belt and the duster already on his back, it was only left for him to spend a bit of time loading his Desert Eagle magazines with the new bullets.  With that done, and the electric feeling still running through his body, he felt ready to take on the world.<br/><br/>He just needed a car.  Fucking thing being on the other side of town and all.  So, he walked out to the street to 'borrow' a passing car.