The man wore the orange shirt but decided not to clean it first. He picked it up out of the pile of clothes in the corner of the room. The room is a complete mess. The clothes pile in the corner by the door obviously. The various electronic devices strewn through the room and wrappers from take out. Many squished flies on the floor amongst the rubble from the past few days of swatting in spare time. The man woke up with a start. His dreams had been plaguing him for the past few weeks. Jumping out of bed and throwing on the first thing that was seen would be the first of many bad choices made by him today. When he put the shirt on, he could feel the dried up stain on his skin but it didn't matter. He was in a hurry. Judging by the alarm clock on the computer tower, he needed to be at the meeting place in 15 minutes but it was a 30 minute drive away, and that was pushing the limit. Picking up his keys and rushing out the door he barely locked on his way through, the man jumped in the car and sped out of the yard.

The man drove an aging yellow Hemi Cuda. It was decked out with the latest gadgets accompanied with state of the art stereo equipment. Normally this equipment is blasting as the man cruises but there wasn't time to set anything up as he rushed away. Driving accross town he switched through the gears and began to creep over the limit as he whizzed by cars weaving through traffic. In his mad dash he didn't notice the car that was attempting to follow him. The car was a red mustang with white racing stripes. The car stuck out like a sign in the middle of the road to anyone else.

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