There are posters of my face plastered all over the city with the word WANTED written right below it. Running from who you are and the cops is never an easy job, but I have a purpose for why I’m doing this. I put my hood over my head and try to look casual as I leave the rickety apartment building. I walk briskly down the busy streets of L.A avoiding eye contact with anyone I pass. It’s chilly outside and I’m exhausted from all the hours of sleep I’ve lost. I turn the corner and walk as casually as I can into the car dealership. I walk around observing each car carefully deciding which one would by my victim. I run my hand over a 2014 matte black lamborghini and I knew by the feeling it gave me that this was the one. I go to the clerk and ask to take it for a test run so she hands me the keys. I slowly walk to the car and open the door. I sit down in the cushioned seats and breathe in the fresh smell of new car. I quietly put the keys in the ignition and listen to the steady roar of the engine. I pull out of the dealership and head down the street trying to act as normal as possible. When I’m a few blocks away I push the gas pedal and speed up a little bit. I pull my hand gun out of my back pocket and set it in my lap preparing for what’s about to happen. I skid around the corner and dodge around the traffic. I slam on my breaks and whip into an abandoned house. I grab my gun and some ammo and shove it in my shoe. I step out of the car, slam the door and start walking towards the apartment building that I almost got killed in once before. This time I was prepared. I dodge into the lobby knowing the cops would be here soon just like I had planned. I creep up the staircase to the second floor trying to be light on my feet so the stairs won’t creak. I pull my gun out of my shoe and hold it in front of me as I peer around every hallway. I tip toe down to apartment number 246 and listen for any noises. It’s dead quiet and darkness is all that comes out from under the door. I kick open the door and hold my gun in front of me ready to shoot the guy that deserves to die.