Published at 17th of December 2020 8:12 pm

Chapter 364 - Baba Yaga

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As Zoe was driving, she gave Dave a sleezy glance and asked, "Who's the hottie?"

Dave mindlessly replied, "Someone from my building, by the way am I wearing too much coogne?" he asked.

"Yep, like you're trying hard to impress someone," Zoe said while raising her brows up and down.

"Guess, she was right. Huh," Dave smiled.

"Oh, lill ol Davey is trying his best to impress his girlfriend, I feel flattered." Zoe laughed as she veered to the right.

"Guess it worked," Dave repleid.

"Yeah."

The two of them kept chatting as Zoe drove through New York. She had mentioned that she was taking Dave to pick a ride. With his current financial situation, he would be able to buy something decent.

After several minute ride and burning red lights, Zoe stopped next to an enormous building with a metallic poster that had the words, "Motor-Cars" written at the entrance.

The building had large see through windows that showed cars of all kinds and colors, natly displayed for the costumers.

Ferraris, Range-Rovers, Lamborghini, Chevrolets and many of the world's best brands were displayed neatly at the front.

"We're here. The manager here knows dad, I bought all my cars from ehre. So he'll make us a good deal," Zoe said.

"Right, but, like I said I'm not a fan of Super-Cars."

"I know Davy, these cars here are just for show. You know, appeal to the costumer." Zoe hopped off her car and Dave followed suit.

The building itself had a valet, when he saw Zoe, he came in hurried paces and took her keys from her, "Miss Silvana, welcome again. There is a new entry this month if you are interested," The valet said.

"Thanks, Tomas, but I'm not here to buy another car, I brought a new victim," Zoe said in a smile.

The valet saw Dave and smiled saying, "Justin's inside. I'm sure you'll find whatever you like here."

"Thanks," Dave said and the two entered the building.

Inside, there were some people eyeing the cars and inspecting them. Some had their hood opened and were scrutinizing, the car's builds and asked all sorts of questions about horse power and torque, something Dave wasn't too interested in knowing at the moment.

A man wearing black jeans and a black shirt that was tight around the chest and showed a lot of arm muscles came over toward Dave. His smile was bright enough Dave thought he could be perfect for a toothpaste commercial.

The man came toward Zoe in a wide smile and greeted her, "Zoe, guess you're here for a new ride? How did you like the Lambo?" he asked.

"Pretty decent. Has great acceleration but the steering wheel is too tight. Can't drift well with that," Zoe said.

"Ha, today's cars aren't made for drifting you know," The man said. totally ignoring Dave.

"Anyway, I'm here for Dave, he wants a ride. You have anything old school?"

The man looked at Dave up and down, and said, "Hummer guy?"

Both Zoe and Dave frowned at the same time.

"Justin, I said old school, why do think Dave would be a Hummer guy?"

"It was just a joke," the man said and turned around, "Follow me, I have some good stuff at the back."

"Hummer guy?" Dave muttered to Zoe in a low tone.

"Yeah, means a new guy to the car buiz, you know, big car, to compensate for other stuff." Zoe said.

"Well, that's rude. And I don't need any compensation!" Dave defended his honor.

Zoe smiled saying, "Yeah, I'll make sure to say that to pops, about the rude thing. As for the compensation, I'll see for myself," Zoe said the last phrase in a lower tone. Dave didn't pick up on it.

"Why'd he do that to a new costumer? Doesn't feel very professional. I mean I'm here to buy a car," Dave said. Grumbling under his breath as the two followed the man to the back.

"To be honest, this guy's had the hots for me," Zoe said.

"Way to flatter yourself," Dave replied in a grin.

"Huh, he wish, the guy's a prick. He is good with cars but has a nasty personality. Don't worry, we're only here for the car. Once we get it we'll leave. And seeing you with me must have ticked him off."

"Here we are," the man said. And pressed a button on a wall. A large garage door rose up revealing a lineup of old cars from the 1980 to 2020. They were all preserved in perfect conditions.

"This is a 1970 Chrysler Hurst 300, pretty damn powerful with great torque. Under the hood was a three-barrel version of the 440 Chrysler V-8, with 375 horsepower. Was enough to get this beast from 0 to 60 miles per hour in 7.1 seconds. Quite amazing for its time period. I equipped it with a newer Z-800 Engine and now it could smoothly go to 60 miles in 3 seconds. Just be careful with this beasty, it's a 4000 pound car with a lot of weight behind it. A crash with this thing over 100 miles per hour isn't safe even for superman," the man said.

Dave thought the guy was implying that he would crash the car. He shook his head, this was really not the way to do business.

The man kept talking, addressing the leather work, the breaks, the year of creation and how the car had made a name for itself in the early eighties. That was close to a century from now.

"Don't like it," Dave cut him off.

"Okay, the man said. then turned his head pointing at another blue car, "There's a Barracuda Hemi right next to it. It was made three years before the Chrysler, but it doesn't fail in comparison…." The man was about to continue with his explanation but he was once again cut off by Dave.

"Don't like it, need something else." Dave said.

The man frowned, this guy was a clear rookie, he probably just wanted to annoy him. Most people didn't know the real value behind these cars so he had to explain to them. It was the best part of his job. But this guy kept interrupting his words making him more and more annoyed.

"What do you like?" The man asked.

"You have a car in mind Davey?" Zoe asked. She thought to show Dave some of the cars here, she knew he wasn't a fan of super cars, probably something classy or old would suit him best. But didn't know what he liked precisely so she came to the man who had the best and most unique cars in New York.

Dave calmly looked around and spotted a car at the farthest corner in the room. His eyes lit up for a moment, he pointed his hand and said, "That one."

The man traced Dave's hand to an old car, it was battered. Lot of its paintwork wasn't finished. The rear glass was broken and the front bumper was completely missing.

"Uh, that car is not for sale." The man said.

"Then I'm not interested," Dave said and turned to leave.

"Wait, Dave. Hang on, why isn't that car not for sale?" Zoe asked.

"It was sent in here for repairs. So it's not my property. C'mon kid, there are a lot of other cars, why do you want that one?" the man asked.

Dave smiled and replied, "Because that's the One! Isn't it?" Dave said.

Tomas frowned, and then nodded. "How'd you figure it out?" He asked.

"Huh, I might not know a lot about cars, but that Mustang was my dream car. A 1969 Mach 1 right. Belonged in a movie set of one of the best movies of the year 2014. The wheels on it are still from the original set. They aren't mustang wheels but Shelby Sterling. The owner must have liked it a lot and kept it in the same situation it left the movie set." Dave said.

"Which movie are you talking about? And that car is like 96 years old Dave. She is ancient!"

"Doesn't matter if she is old. And the movie is about a guy who got his dog killed." He said in a smile. The words confirmed the doubts on Tomas and he had to agree.

"Yep, anyway, like I said I can't sell you that car."

"But I can," Another voice sounded behind them.

Dave turned seeing an old man at the entrance of the garage.

Zoe's eyes opened up wide and she yelped, "It's..."

"Yeah, the Boogeyman, hello," Dave smiled at the old man.

He had a large white beard and had shaggy hair that draped all the way to his shoulders. The man looked pretty stout as he wore a suit and the traces of old age only made him look like a person you don't want to cross than a gentle grandpa.

"You like the car?" the man asked.

"Yeah pretty cool, you kept it the same as it was from the movie set."

"Yeah, but I thought she needed repairs. It would be a shame if she gathered dust all year long. I thought I took her for repairs. But seeing you remember something like that movie, I'll feel more at east with you taking her." The man said.

"Name your price," Dave said.

"For Mr, Skeletal," the man smiled and said, "A pencil."

"A fucking pencil," Dave smiled at the man and the two laughed.

"You look pretty fit," Dave said.

"Yeah, with today's technology and a lot of workout. Tomas, I won't be taking this car anymore. Put it in shape for our friend here. Zoe Silvana, tell your dad I'll need my gun soon. As for you skeletal, keep up the good work, I'm a fan." The man said and turned around to leave.

"Wait, you're Mr, Skeletal?" Tomas asked Dave.

Zoe smiled and said, "Yeah, he is, so for the car?" she asked.

"I'll pimp it up for you, I'll make it look the same as it did in the movie how about it?" tomas asked.

"That's be pretty cool. Thanks," Dave replied.

"Right, I'll contact miss Silvana when the car is ready, I'll have my men working on right now." Tomas said, long gone were the hostile and subtle remarks he made. Now they were full of respect.

The two of them turned and left leaving the man barking orders through his phone to get some mechanics for the mustang job.

Zoe spoke," Can you believe we met him! Damn, I should have taken an autograph!" she said.

"Hah, autograph, we got his car Zoe. That's more than enough," he said smiling as the two walked out of the building.

"I'm starving, how about some steaks?" Zoe asked.

"Sounds good, I'm feeling hungry too."

The valet came in with Zoe's car, cleaned, washed and waxed. The valet gave Zoe back the keys and she thanked him with a fifty-dollar bill.

"That's some pretty cool costumer service you got there," Dave said as he got into the car.

"Yeah, with the many cars I bought it should be expected, alright, let's go eat!" Zoe said and stomped the accelerator. The Lambo roared in consent and zoomed into the busy streets of New York like they were empty.

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