Mic Mechanic 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I had the guard lead the way, a little upset that the mechanic wasn’t on duty, and made a mental note to follow up with whoever was meant to be on the schedule today. “Thank you, Tommy,” I say to the guard once we reach the twenty-first grove, “I got it from here,” I assure him. At first, he looked hesitant to leave me, but I again assured him and advised him he needed to get back to his post. As the guard leaves, I make my way to the main control panel to check the wiring. Finding that sound, I then check the gears and cluck my tongue seeing that it did indeed just need a little lubricant.

"I assure you, I didn't take anything. Is it something of relevance, Miss Rebecca? Would you like me to let Mr. Wright-" "No!" I bark so fast and so loud that it echoes in the garage. I heave a deep breath to calm myself. I'm panicking and I need better control-- "The mechanic where you had this washed, call them." "Okay, but I can assure you they didn't take it. They've been working for Mr. Oliver for years now and he trusts them-"

The old mechanic, a silver-haired wolf with grease permanently staining his fingertips, takes one look at the motorcycles and whistles. "Morning." "It's evening," Cassian corrects. "Not in my shop." The old man shrugs. "Time behaves differently around broken engines." I cannot help but roll my eyes as he tries to give his words of wisdom. He inspects the bikes, grunts twice, then announces, "Need parts. Roads are flooded. Earliest I can finish is tomorrow." I sigh, and Cassian nods. The mechanic scratches his beard. "Got one room upstairs." He looks between us with complete innocence. "Worn couch. Small bed. Roof doesn't leak unless the wind changes direction."