The Elbow Room

Vito looks back as if to reply to Melody, but shrugs and keeps on walking. He rummages through his pocket with his good hand and pulls out a cell. Quckily he dails a number and prays for service. "Michael? Its Vito. Yeah its pretty hectic out there. You by the fire works? No? Listen grab an Humm, and meet me there with about 10 guys. No I'm not gonna tell you why! Jeeze just listen, meet me there and make sure you're not followed, AT ALL. Alright? Alright. See you in 60." He shuts the phone and heads to a nearby parking garage. Hopping the barrier he walks over to a dark corner of the building. An engine roars to life and Vito busts out on a Hummer. Smashing trough the barrier he heads east, towards the commotion. About halfway to his destination he pulls up next to a bar called "The Hideaway." As he wanders in he chukles to him self. "The Hideaway" He thinls, "Truer things were never said of this dump." He bursts through the doors, confindent that no zeds were in. Why should he? He closed the place down him self. He strides past the bar and into the kitchen. From the kitchen he opens up a walk in freezer. He pulls down a certain box, and the walls part. Behind it lies an treasure trove of stolen goods,fakes, guns and booze. Pruruzing the many asiles of selection, he grabs a duffle bag and tosses some things in it. Clearly, its safehouses like this were Vito stocks his mysterious bags. On his way out, he makes sure to lock the place down, and make as if noone has been there for a couple of years. He tosses the bag in the back of the hummer and peels out, headed for the next stop on his hidden agenda.