For an hour or so, Anthony's car waited outside a cluster of ill-ventilated buildings. From where we were parked, we could see a dumpster that hadn't been cleared in probably years; it probably had a few rotten and decaying bodies piled up under all the garbage from the look of it. The windows of the car were rolled up, preventing the distasteful smell of the street from filtering into the car. The tinted glass hid us from the view of the passerby's. It was a wonder that Anthony had picked an inconspicuous car for the errand.
It was an old Chevy with numerous spray painted graffiti on it to cover all the bumps on it. Despite appearances, the interior had been redesigned to have tinted glasses, up to date interior decorations and a wonderful music system. From the outside, this car looked like it belonged on the road, parked right outside those buildings.
