We raced into and alley next to a parking garage and up a ramp then squealed into an auto body shop. Above the main garage door there was a sign that said "Pay N' Spray". I knew this place they were nation wide. Their slogan was "in out and no questions" this chain was the reason that I escaped from the cops when so many of my deals that went sour.

I climbed out of the car and walked into the front office where my accomplice now was. He was already at the desk telling them that he wanted a full repaint and engin job.

"Ok, it'll take about 2 hours to drop a new engin in and another 2 for the paint job."

"Ok, thanks I'll just wait around here till then."

He turned around and looked at me.

"You can't stay discreet if you runaround in that getup."

"Oh! Man I totally forgot about what I was wearing!" I said as I looked down at myself.

Listen I'll do you a favor for helping me back there, and get you some new threads. "Thanks" I said as I scratched my back. The Jumpsuit was really itchy. "C'mon follow me" He walked out the door and I followed.

"My fried 8-ball has a shop right down here I've got a favor I can pull in." He said as he turned into another garage office not that far away. I followed him in just as his friend 8-ball walked into the front office.

"Tanner? ... Tanner Vercetti! It's been to long!" 8-ball said as he slapped him on the back.

"It's only been a week 8-ball."

"I know but I just get so many people in here every week it seems longer." 8-ball said as he rubbed his hands with a grease rag.

"Who's your friend?" He asked looking me up and down and passing judgement on me

"He's the reason why I'm here, he helped me out of a jam and now I wanna at least get him a decent set of clothes."

"No problem got some in the back. Always ready for people that come in like that." He motioned me to follow him so I did.

In the back he reached into a box and pulled out a pair of black khakis and a dark blue t-shirt. He threw them at me then asked what shoe size I was. I replied 12 and he reached under a shelf and produced some gray "Eris" sneakers. He set them down on the floor and got up. "I'll just leave you back here to get changed." As I was switching clothes I herd them talking out in the front office.

"Where'd you find him?"

"He jumped out of a police transfer van that I smashed into while running from the cops."

"A felon just like us is he?"

"Yeah, he hoped into the car that I was stealing since I flipped the on I was in"

"Some surprise you got!"

"Your telling me. But I don't blame him there were no other cars around any way."

I had finished putting on the new threads and walked out of the back room.

"I left the jumpsuit back there if you don't mind."

"No problem I'll take care of it" 8-ball said as he walked toward the door to the garage.

"Sorry that I can't talk more but I gotta finish rigging a car."

With that he entered the garage and shut the door.

"Alright I've done you a favor now you can go since you can be seen in public without drawing attention to yourself. By the way what's your name?" He asked as he looked me in the eye. "Paul... Paul Metziani" I said staring back.

"Funny sounds familiar"

"Well thanks man, I'll see ya around no doubt."

"Yea"

He walked out of the office and I stood there Thinking about what I should do next. Then it hit me, one of my contacts for real-estate was here. So I walked over to the pay phone and looked in the phonebook scrolling down the countless names. "H...I...J...K...L here we are."

I walked out of the Bomb shop and straight into the parking garage that we passed earlier. I looked at each car carefully and finally found one that would do the job. It was a blue banshee on the top level. I climbed in and disabled the alarm then hot-wired the car. I pulled out and carefully drove down the ramps as not to scratch the paint job. Then pulled onto the road and sped south. To meet my most trustworthy contact in the whole of Liberty City.