get in losers | aka ota

[Prepared to go out in a blaze of engines and glory? Maybe. If need be. At least he'd made sure the car (space car) could run. It had four of the allotted five days to find the thing -- someone looking to trade their vehicle for cash. No questions. Sure, he'd checked the thing out for explosives, but found none. The last day, he'd worked on it. Made sure it would run long enough to get them all clear.]

[For now, though, he's parked in an unobtrusive location. Just down the block. Pretending to doze with a hat pulled down enough to hide the fact his eyes aren't completely closed.]

[Eyes on the street, indeed.]

(Still clear down here.)