A sports car belonged to a former hired assassin in the 90s which sat on his garage for half a century, somehow survived along with everything inside still intact. Found by a lone scavenger, the six-cylinder coupe was later brought to a secret warehouse and was later 'refurbished' in order to fit in the uncivilized wasteland. It became a personal toy for him as he slowly scrounged for necessary parts for the car, piece by piece. In honor of the original owner of the car, the scavenger thought of giving a fitting name for his armored chariot, 'Sicario'.