Anthony walked down the New Orleans streets, unafraid. He never worried about the little things. Hits happen they say, or something like that. It would take more than a kid with a pop gun to scare him off anyway. He finally made it to the docks. They were expansive, even if he had a vehicle it could take hours to go over the place. He let out a sigh and started going through each building, shopping for a new ride. The first six yielded little more than some shipping containers full of canned beef, which was valuable enough to return for later. Lucky number 7 was pay dirt, this building had exactly what Anthony was looking for. Three cars sat side by side, stripped fords that could only be describes as intentionally faster than normal. They obviously had mob origins, too many extra horses sticking out of the hood for anything other than a fast get away. 

Oh yeah baby, you are exactly what I have been looking for.

Anthony popped the hood, the battery was disconnected so he hooked it up. He checked the oil, clean and full. He removed the air cleaner cover and checked the choke butterfly for range of movement, he checked the idle up steps and then stepped back. He took out a lighter and lit up a cigarette, he usually didn't smoke but he picked it up the other day. Nerves. Anthony put the still burning lighter under the choke coil and watched the butterfly pull open as the unit heated up. Satisfied he manually reset the choke. Looking around he spotted a dock vehicle and found a gas can in the back of it. He put a couple gallons in the tank and then tipped a little into the carb. He reinstalled the cover and dropped the hood. He took a final drag of the smoke and put it out underfoot. He sat in the drivers seat and  pulled out the ignition wires. He wired up power then tapped the starter wire to twelve volts. The big eight cylinder roared to life almost immediately, then it sputtered as the fuel pump labored to deliver a full bowl to the carb. Anthony worked the throttle and kept the beast running till it smoothed out at a high idle. He bent the starter wire over to prevent it re engaging and then shifted the car into first. He slammed the throttle down and released the clutch. The rear tires broke free, then grabbed, Anthony tore onto the docks and down the lane toward the exits. He blasted past the guard shacks before they could fully wake up from their late shift slumbers. The car had side pipes and Anthony could see blue flames shooting out as he blew down the highway toward Chicago.

Running a little rich. Guess I'll have to jet you when we get home baby.

AnthonyReturns never did mind the menial shit.