Walking was all he did. Anthony had been walking for hours now. You wouldn't think a guy would have such a time finding a car dealership. It was New York damn it, why the hell did he have search district after district and not find a single dealershp. Until, finally, over there. Bonaserita Motors. Anthony wondered how many people acquired a car for $27. He had walked up to the little red hooded dame and pretended to straigten out the lovely red outfit for her. Then with a firm pat on the backside he sent her on her way slightly flushed and non the wiser that he had just lifted the cash from her little red pocket. He had went straight to a hardware store then, and purchased a bag full of car getting things. Which he intended to use about now. As he neared the quiet dealership he spotted what he was looking for, the only proper car for a New York hood. He saw a security guard and searched quietly for the guards wheels. He found it, equiped with a radio. He removed the tire iron from the bag and loosened up the lugs on the 2 drive tires. Then he removed the mic from the radio. Sastisfied he moved on to his new car. The Chrylser New Yorker was spotless, you could hear the crash of the window down the block as one of the hammers he purchased sailed through it. Anthony got in and jammed the screwdriver into the ignition and wrenched it around. The car roared to life and Anthony laid rubber for half a block as he tore away. He could see the guard in the rearview running for his own car. Anthony just smiled as he headed for the nearest paint shop.