Your brow furrows at the notion of hunting a car. Is it going to be like a Christine situation? Or more like a decepticon? You pray it's not like a decepticon. But Haywood has really pulled your ass out of the fire, and if he can help you get in touch with Ed, it'll change the game. "Ok, I can handle that. Give me a little time to prepare." You agree, glancing to your daughter. "I trust you to look after Ana while I'm away, but don't let her leave this room, or the cellar, and keep your eyes on her. Or at least something you know can keep her safe." You add, gesturing vaguely to Uhrdzok.

Haywood smiles broadly, and nods. "You will bring me great honor by dispatching this abomination. It has a black hull, and an engine that roars like a wild boar. You shouldn't have trouble finding it. Head East from the corner, and begin looking around the expressway interchange. He says.

You nod, and approach Ana, patting her back as your crouch next to her. "Stay around here, behave, drink water, eat your snacks." You instruct, and she nods with proud compliance. You wince as you stand back up... but you'd rather take your chances with Haywood after he saved your ass, than potentially put her in another situation like the bank.

So, with a huff, you start collecting things around the construction site to do the deed. You've vandalized and busted more than a few cars in your day, sometimes for a quick buck, sometimes to help distract a mark or stop pursuers before knocking over an apartment or house. Once you've armed yourself, you'll stalk over to this thing's feeding ground and go to work. Hopefully won't be too much trouble between here and there.

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