Crap! It's the interupt-van! A soulless machination program to ruin moments and just being a huge attention whore! "Look at me, I am a red mother fucking van! I ruin your moments and your lawn!"
More seriously, it's never good when any kind of vehicles of any color to bust through gates, unless you are the one driving it and you are driving away from either a giant creature or an explosion or both.
Life's no cake walk in Persephone, but Lave Faraday has it worse than most. In a city where the undead are part of the night life and supernatural's the norm; Lave is expected to help keep the peace in this impossible city; or do hard jail time for past crimes. But when you have mafia vampires, necromancer frat boys, and zombie booze drinkers prowling the streets, one can't help but feel like a glorified; paranormal janitor. And Laves problems don't exactly improve when she finds herself protecting a young boy from a sinister force; and making enemies in all the right places.