As Joey stood in the parking garage, clicking the button on the keys, he finally heard a faint beep off to the side, and followed it.
Upon arriving, he saw that the car he was faced with, was none other than a 1968 Ford Mustang, in perfect condition, original hubs,decal, and steering column, at least as far as he could tell.
Wow, baldy in there had a nice little ride. It'd be a shame to just leave it here all alone. Without someone to care for it.And drive it...
Joey quickly switched suits and saw, lying across the back, another cleanly pressed suit, this one black. He laid his tailored suit in the back along with the black one, though it pained him to do it, he put it under the newest addition to his wardrobe. He put the case of money and Madeline in the passenger seat and started up the engine, and carefully pulled out of the parking space and moved much closer to the stadium doors, put the car back into park and waited for Cutter and Metal Head to get back out.
He failed to notice the fat,dripping,hero called the Brotector get into his own car and drive off.
Come on,come on,come on. How long does it take you to slaughter a stadium of people Cutter? You ripped through that London bobby squad in ten seconds, this isn't that many more people, is it?