Mic Mechanic 2 Novels & Stories

The mecha's strength and speed increased, the density of its outer armor increased, and even the mecha's weight increased. "Menu." [Mech Form: Second Evolution (15 meters)] [Mech Level: 30] [Weight: 41 tons] [Combat Power: 1066] [Type: Medium-weight Close-combat] [Engine: Dual-Cycle Nucleas Engine] [Equipment: Thermal Greatsword (Epic), Alloy Defensive Armor (Excellent), Continuous Thruster (Excellent), Hundred Battle Core (Epic)] [Skill(s): Overdrive Combat Power Enhancement (Legendary), Death Laser]

"For your sake? Who do you think you are? When I dropped by your shop to repair two watches, two of the internal mechanisms went missing. I don't care if you want to run a luxury goods business, but you should focus on fulfilling my requests first and foremost, no? "Not only did you waste my time, but you also damaged my watches. And yet you're still trying to get me to contract your services? Are you joking with me right now?" Terence elbowed Rebecca, causing the latter to nearly jump out of her skin. A wobbly smile stretched across her lips as she explained, "There are professionals who specialize in repairing watches. Unfortunately, our business doesn't—"

“Fine. Calm down.” I fold my arms. “We should find a mechanic. That’s the responsible thing to do.” A deep sigh escapes him. Soon after, we flag down a small garage not far off. The mechanic greets us, tools already in hand, and starts inspecting the engine. Time drags. Each passing minute makes the evening darker, colder, heavier. The streetlights flicker on one by one, and I can feel tension pooling in my chest. “Looks like it’s more complicated than I thought,” the mechanic says finally. “It’s going to take a while. You’d better come back tomorrow.”

I know the code for the entry pad and I just need to slide in unseen. I look around for cars back here, the closed off car park they use, and I don’t see Mico’s car or any that Alexi is normally chauffeured around in and start doubting he is even here. Heart sinking with the realisation that maybe I just ‘‘Mission Impossibled’’ it over here for absolutely nothing.

James stepped out of the car with Ronn following right behind him. They entered the factory. A mechanic covered in engine oil walked out with a wrench in his hand. He looked at James and Ronn, and raised his eyebrow. “Are you here to fix your car?” James replied, “We’re here to see your boss.” The mechanic changed his tone immediately, “What boss? I have no idea what you’re talking about. Our boss isn’t here.” James immediately kicked him. This kick was so hard, that the mechanic landed on the ground with a loud crash.

Troy immediately walked towards the parking area. "This way, sir!" the mechanic grinned as he led the way. "It turns out I was working on your car earlier. I wish I had taken a picture," the mechanic said, still smiling as they reached the parking area. "Why would you want to take a picture?" Troy asked, feigning confusion. "No, sir, I didn't mean taking a picture of the car. Could I take a picture with you instead?" The young mechanic pulled out his phone. "Sure, but let me check the car first." Troy got into the car and started the engine, pleased that it was running smoothly again. After turning off the engine, Troy returned to the mechanic, who was waiting with his phone ready.

The mechanic, a small, thin guy with a rat-like face and a nervous manner, quickly ran diagnostics. “That’s a great temp fix,” he said from underneath the car in a high-pitched, nasal voice. “But I’m afraid we’ll have to replace the fuel tank. I’ll have to place a special order for it. It might take a week for it to get here.” Aaron let out a string of curses and kicked a wrench lying on the floor. Keyah growled, Aaron’s aggression making her skittish. A part of her wanted nothing better than to shred the mechanic’s neck for delivering the bad news. Keyah was ninety nine percent sure the mechanic was a rodent shifter. It would be so easy to bare her canines and…

Eyes scouring every part of the area, along with his senses, he was sure that they were still nearby. With Metikulo’s spell, they were able to hide yet at the same time they were still able to clearly see their enemy. Giro crouched into position, Cicero began to take his position on the other side. The boys could not help but smirk, seeing the black knight continuously looking around, trying to find them. All that time the two of them remained where they were while their other brother was getting ready behind the warrior. ‘get ready!’ Cicero sent out the message telepathically.

He was a muscular man with a burly figure, his eyes a smoky grey as he looked at the two of them as he gruffly said with his hand resting on his knee, “Who are you? Never seen you around here, don’t look like local the both of you.” Ryan stepped forward and he said in a polite voice, “ We are not from here yes, we are from the city on the other side of the state, we met with an accident on our way to our home which is why we need a mechanic to help us out, are you willing to do a night call?” “ Will cost ya a hundred dollars,” said the man while twisting his moustache as he looked at Ryan with his grey eyes. His eyes flickered towards Levy before he turned to look at Ryan who pulled out two

Marley demanded waving off his rants and nodding to the BMW behind him. "Nah, just helping out a friend take care of the baby." "Seems to be in a really bad condition." "Not really, besides an overheated engine and minor scratch on the engine block, the car's good to go." The mechanic flashed a toothy smile, hoping he had impressed the N.T automotive CEO in his own way. "Can you do me a favor?" *** Zaphrina was in the maids quarters chilling with associates while waiting for seven pm's and her boss' arrival.