Saga of the Rental Car, part 2

Our car is a White 2002 Mustang. Its clearly been around the block a few times - its pretty thrashed. Both bumpers are beat to hell, the doors have more dings than a high scoring pinball game, and there are at least two holes in the roof. It drives like somewhere, part of the engine is crying. As we drove it around, we tried to find a nickname that summed up both its current apperance as well as our guesses about its life so far.

Heidi's first suggestion was "Mus-stank," but somehow that didn't quite convey the fundamentally sketchy and vaguely law- breaking quality of the thing.

"It looks like of been on a Shadowrun," Heidi says.

So we named it the Ares Predator.