That Saturday morning when Todd woke up, he went for his usual jog. As he was running along, he thought. He knew he needed a system. A way to do this repeatedly, without ever getting caught. He finally came up with a plan.
   He drove to Milwaukee and picked up a used car guide. He dressed in his old man get-up and bought an old Buick from a young kid who was about twenty years old. He never asked for an I.D. and he even left his license plates on it.
   That was exactly what Todd had hoped for. He drove this car all the way to Chicago and parked it by the train station. He took a train back to Milwaukee and retrieved his pick-up truck.
   From now on, that would be the car for killing. He was careful to wear gloves while driving it too. He always would, with this car.
   He noticed the bathroom at the train station too. It was perfect. Nice and big. He would use it from now on too.
   He went to the public library and looked up street gangs. He found a turf map and copied it. He looked up crime statistics and mapped those too. Muggings, murders, car-jackings, purse snatches and drive-by shootings. They were all there and he drew a map of each, to get an idea where each one occurs at the most.
   While he read all this crime info, he learned about smash-and-grabs. He had never heard of that, yet. The way it works is, a woman driving alone stops at a red light and one culprit, on her left, will distract her by breaking a bottle or screaming. Then, his partner will sneak up to the victim on her right and while she is looking across the street, to her left, the smash and grabber will punch through her passenger window and grab her purse. He wears a leather jacket and leather gloves and brass knuckles. That's how he can punch out the window without getting hurt.
   Todd was shocked by all the statistics. It was much worse than the news portrays. Some neighborhoods have muggings and murders every night. Some shopping districts have pick-pockets and purse snatches everyday. Certain street corners have smash and grabs every day. He wondered why the police let it go. They have to know about all this. Todd wondered if they simply never thought about mapping it out the way he did. Could they possible be too busy for all this serious crime? He did some math. The amount of police on duty in each neighborhood verses the amount of crime in the same neighborhood. He was blown away by the result. There was way more crime than cops available. Then why didn't they hire more cops, he wondered? He reasoned that it must be political. Only so much money in the budget, or something.
   Todd remembered the old days, all the stories he read from the old west. People used to come together to fight crime. A whole town would grab their guns and fight the bad guys. Those days are gone now. But why? Are people just sitting back now and leaving all the crime fighting to the cops? Well that isn't enough. Why don't they educate everyone on crime fighting? Maybe if more people were a little more vigilant, there wouldn't be so much of it.
   That was all he needed. He took his notes and maps and left. He would do something about all this, if it was the last thing he did. And maybe it will be, he thought. But, he figured, at least he would take a few scumbags out with him.
   He went home and worked on his weaponry some more. He got some velcro and stashed a few knives here and there. One behind his back, right under his collar, so that he could grab it if his hands were raised. One up each sleeve, that he could grab with either hand. He practiced pulling them out quickly and even throwing them. He was ready. Tonight, he would go to work.