The Legendary Mechanic Novels & Stories

‘I waited for you until you parked your Range Rover, then I knew that you would follow me because I did not allow myself to be seen by anyone apart from the fact that you could only see my car driving out. ‘Does your driver know?’ the diplomat asked sensing danger of a mission exposed. ‘I’m not an idiot diplomat to allow such men know my actions. This is bigger than any of us. Nobody is indispensable but we are just warriors fighting a war with gigantic and rich enemies who have money and influence. A cleaner is with the body now doing what he knows best. I call him Cleaner not in real sense but because of what he does after such actions are taken. His moves are clean and beyond any law enfo

Soon, someone noticed the group of four. A young man, around 20 years old, came over to greet them. "Do you need something repaired?" He looked around and didn't see any cars in need of repairs, feeling confused. Zade quickly responded, following up on his question. "My car's brakes malfunctioned. Could you please help us fix it?" The young man opened their gates, saying, "Bring the car in. Once these cars are repaired, a mechanic will take a look at your car." "Can I have Xavier help me repair it? He's helped me with my car before, and I only trust him," Zade lied casually. Xavier Sadler was the mechanic who used to repair Elizabeth's car.

At the time, it made sense, but that was before my former fated mate threatened me. I wave the smoke out of the way, trying to see what the issue is. “That car is a goner.” I jump out of my skin at the sound of the raspy voice. I turn my head and find an older man standing behind me. He’s wearing jean overalls with a black shirt. He looks to be in his 50s or 60s. Her fingers are curled, making me wonder if he has an ailment he’s dealing with. “Hi, I’m Pete. This is my mechanic shop: Fixed-it.” I chuckle at the name, feeling at ease. Pete is a human, and I don’t really fear them, though I probably should. “Fixed-it? Isn’t that a little on the nose?” Pete chuckles.

she said, not letting her arms down. The man who was clearly in command removed his helmet. Scarlett had never seen such a beautiful human being before. He had a square, angular jawline, and a straight nose. It was slightly bumpy as if it had been broken and repaired several times. His hips were thin, and his chin had a little dimple right in the middle. And his eyes… they were blue like the clearest skies. “My name is Luca. I’m the commander of the Golden Company. We were traveling north on the Jara road when we saw the smoke,” he said, giving a slight bow towards Pakuri.

Because the moment you say yes, you are one step ahead of the person who said no, that makes you important, successful, decisive, generous, and that makes you special. . . . . . . Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. “Hmmm…?” He slowly turned his head and looked behind him. He saw five kobolds emerge from the bushes. They were armed with sword and spear. Shing! The kobolds aimed their weapons at his back. 'accommodate! accommodate! Why are you referring this to me? Do you really want to die so much? Uh! There is an item that will help him a lot. He referred to one of the most powerful and advanced countries in the world, Mechanic Country. Country Mechanic had that technology.

My car broke down on the road, so I took off my jacket, popped the hood, and started checking the problem right there at the curb. A brand new convertible swung in and stopped in front of me, close enough to make a point. My ex-wife Sarah got out on the arm of a man in a tailored suit, one hand clamped over her nose in disgust. "Leo, all these years since the divorce and you're still a bottom-rung mechanic who reeks of motor oil." I wiped the grease off my hands. I could not be bothered to explain that this limited-edition supercar was one I had picked up brand new. When I stayed quiet, Sarah shoved a screenshot of her trading profits in my face. "See that? David got me into a tech stock. On

He just moved. When they reached the bottom, Frank was waiting by the truck, wiping his hands on a rag. "You boys find gold up there?" Frank asked. "We found rust," Cale said, handing the hard hat back to Elion. "And a seized gear. I freed it." "You got the light turning?" "It requires a motor for continuous rotation. But the mechanism is sound." "You're a wizard, Cale." "I am a mechanic." "Alright, pack it up," Frank said. "Sun's going down. Beer's on me at the pub. You earned it."

The Mechanical Logic of the Flight The interceptor roared to life, its "Zero-Point" engine producing a "Low-Frequency" vibration that rattled the hangar’s "Mechanical" floor. Ethan slammed the vehicle into gear, bursting through the "Broken" pressure-gate and into the "Labyrinth" of New Geneva’s streets.

The man promised to come out as soon as he could and Susan was so grateful. She came to a halt as she turned and almost bumped into the man leaning on the wall behind her, his arms folded across his chest, his expression gently mocking. “Excuse me,” she bit out, pointedly moving past him to an area where she had told the mechanic she would be waiting for him. “I can see how you would have to talk to your car before attempting to drive it.” Leo folded his length down into the chair opposite hers. “You have a decided lack of respect for their delicate engineering!”

"Fix it and we start moving." Alex immediately got to work not wanting to waste any more time, he had learned how to do some car mechanics from his grandfather when he was younger and now he was glad it was helping him in such a situation. In no time he was done and they embarked on the road as the darkness in the sky approached, he could see that they were approaching the city. The driver stopped by the side of the road where a man in black stood while smoking and waiting for someone who turned out to be the driver, he got down and approached the man who seemed somewhat familiar to Alex.