The office Guy rented was one of many in a mostly disused block. Back in it's heyday it was home to aspiring failures waiting to happen, now it kept the resigned but employed out of the way of successful and respectable citizens.
The light over the rear exit cast a feeble glow on the steps down to the car park out the back. Guy swore and smashed the light globe on his way out. Nothing like a little light to give the wrong people an easy target. He'd told Mr Lim to leave it be but the maintenance man still had enough pride to fix what he could in a building that no longer worked.
The matt black Camaro sat where Guy had left it in the disabled parking spot closest to the exit. He knew noone but him used it these days. He pressed the disarm switch that turned it from shrapnel bomb to car and got in. He kissed the St Christopher medal hanging from the rear-view mirror and moved out onto the street.
