Falcon drove the van carefully through the streets of the Redmond Barrens. He’d learned to drive after joining the First Nation, had been trained by the gang’s best, had even worked as wheelman on a couple of small operations. But even so he had to concentrate intensely to keep from getting into trouble. Despite the van’s apparently trashed exterior, it was in excellent condition where it counted. The engine was perfectly tuned, and cranked out more horsepower than anything Falcon had ever driven. Too heavy a touch on the gas pedal and the thing had the tendency to get away from him, spinning its tires and laying rubber. Not the best way to avoid attention, and attention was the last thing the ganger wanted at the moment.