Kirk sat within his stylised hover car parked just outside the first of his gun stores appropriately labelled 'Gun-ho!'. The car was made to look as if it was a Ford Torino, it just wasn't. Without the wheels it felt like driving any old hover car, but alas, wheels were a thing of the past and if Kirk had to catch up with the future he'd do it in style. The sounds of Dr. Feelgood played lightly in the background as smoke slowly filled the air and was sucked out through a small port that led to the exhaust at the back of the car. Hover cars did have their advantages, Kirk would admit that. 

He took the cigarette from his mouth as he squinted at his holopad. His vision was getting worse, if he was 20 years younger he would have probably called himself 'Grandpa' at the time as some sort of unfunny insult. If Kirk ever wrote memoirs they would be filled with cringe-worthy paragraphs about him trying to be cool or trying to make one liners before or after killing someone. He sighed, closing the holopad and in turn the article on it about quales or some other now extinct animal. He twisted the key in the ignition and set the car into drive. He drove slowly through the night, the rain sliding down his windshield only for it to be tossed away by the wipers. He loved the rain, he got to see arseholes get soaked while he laughed at them from the comfort of his car. 

He parked his car just outside some restaurant. He had to kill time before going home, the old woman who stayed in the flat next to him would want to have a chat and invite him in for tea and as much as Kirk didn't want to go in, he didn't have the heart to tell her "no". He left his car and stood underneath the overarching roof of the restaurant just next to the alley. The cigarette was only halfway done. He liked to stand in the rain every now and then, even if it was artificial.