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A rusted chain-link fence divides Covenant Pawn Shop's parking lot from a row of rusted Quonset huts. The huts, and the slightly taller buildings on either side, serve to hide a full parking lot of parked cars that probably shouldn't be here.
"Miguel says you need wheels," Elena says.
She steps into the shadows and starts messing around on her phone, but she keeps her eyes on you above the railway glasses.
These cars are shit. "Miguel" either hates your guts or doesn't care if your mission for Prince Lettow succeeds or fails. You instantly dismiss the vans, economy cars, and anything covered in rust or that would require more cash to repair than buy. That leaves you with four mediocre specimens: a Mitsubishi 3000GT with too many aftermarket mods, a little Honda S2000 with electrical problems, an ancient but still-rolling BMW 3 Series, and an ugly but functional Nissan Frontier.
"The stuff inside is 20 percent off," Elena says. "Tonight only. Miguel must like you. Or hate me." She props the back door open.
Wealth: $903