[center][color=Cyan]Randy Jones[/color][/center]

	When Randy appeared in the street-side parking lot, in front of the vintage car, he took one glance and sighed in appreciation. [color=Cyan]"1939 Pierce-Arrow. Good choice. Was commissioned to men of wealth and taste. Quite roomy as well, for cars of its' time. I almost wish you hadn't picked it, Charlie. I'm not a burglar, ya know, so I'mma have to go the direct route to open the car."[/color] 

	Still a bit down about what he had to do, Randy looked around for a suitable tool, and finding a chunk of concrete the size of his fist, hefted it. [color=Cyan]"I'm sorry, you beautiful, beautiful vehicle. I didn't want to do this."[/color] Smashing the chunk of concrete into the window, Randy looked away, covering his face with his other hand as glass shards flew towards him. Dropping the chunk of concrete, Randy reached through the now-broken pane of glass, and unlocked the door from the inside. Opening the door, Randy cringed as the glass crunched underfoot. 
	
	Sitting in the front seat, Randy removed the panel under the steering column, and working quickly, before anyone nearby could investigate the sound of shattering glass, Randy hotwired the classic car, driving off in a peal of rubber, surprised at the get-up-and-go the classic car had. Owner must've replaced the engine. 

	Wind blowing through his hair, Randy drove off towards his objective.