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To put it bluntly, it was burning energy in exchange for strength and speed, which was a skill, even if it wasn't labeled as one. "If I use Overdrive Combat Power Enhancement and then the short-term burst, my mech's power..." Victor glanced towards the elevator entrance. Victor had a feeling; if he went all out, he might be able to slice the Behemoth in half with a single slash. "Equip!" There was no reason not to equip such an exquisite piece of equipment. The Legendary engine had other quirks too. When Victor chose to equip the engine, it immediately established a connection with his mech. The engine shrunk on its own to fit into Victor's mech.

I approached him and said in a firm, steady voice, "Tell me what happened. This is your last chance to speak the truth. If you lied to me, even one word, you wouldn't get a second chance." That short man arranged his disarrayed clothes and said, "Yes! I will tell you everything, Lady! I'm a mechanic who's working at Mechanic World. My name is Chip. Last month, I was working in the shop. A tall, dark man approached me and asked me to repair his Ford. I took a look at his car and told him that his car was beyond repair. But then, he started asking me weird questions about car accidents. He told me that he wanted me to create a car accident. He said the owner of the car owed him some money. So

Her vulnerability still tugged at the edges of his thoughts, an unwelcome presence in his usually detached demeanor. The mechanic's skilled hands worked with precision, addressing the issue that had caused the car to break down earlier. Mace watched him with a critical eye, ensuring that the repairs were performed to his high standards. Despite his cold exterior, Mace had a reputation for being meticulous when it came to his possessions, and his car was no exception. The night air was filled with the soft hum of the mechanic's tools and the occasional muffled curses as he encountered a stubborn bolt or a recalcitrant component. The repair work proceeded efficiently, and it wasn't long before

His cock was still buried inside her. The stranger spoke again. Slower this time. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, man.” The mechanic finally looked over. “You need something fixed?” he asked. A pause. “Yeah. Starter’s fucked.” “You can wait.” A beat of silence. Then the man stepped further into the room. His voice was lower now. Curious. “You do this kind of work often?” The mechanic smirked. Thrusted harder into Marley, making her cry out. “Only when they ask for it.”

He certainly knows his way around my car. He rolls up his sleeves. Like his jeans, his shirt is faded but looks soft and clean. The tattoos on his hands extend all the way up his muscular forearms. I can’t quite make out the details in the dim light, but I see there’s a smudge of black grease on his other arm. Mechanic, I decide. I eye the tattoos. Hopefully not a mechanic that belongs to a motorcycle gang. Or organized crime. After capping the gas can, he stands to his full height. Much taller than me.

"So… if I’m reading this right, it looks like a series of small incidents that, on their own, could be easily explained away… does that sound right?” Aiden nodded, it was essentially what she was thinking, too. Brakes failing on Grandad Bill’s car, causing a bit worse than a fender bender, despite being recently serviced. The police had ruled it an accidental oversight on the part of the mechanic for failing to replace the fluid. The mechanic had absolutely lost his mind over the suggestion, too. Aiden remembered him; he swore by his work and Nan had never stopped going to him for her auto repairs before he retired. She had believed him and that meant something.

The sharp, metallic clank of tools echoed through the mechanic shop as Liam stood near a black SUV, his sleeves rolled up and his hands already smeared with grease. Outside, the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the lot. Inside, however, the atmosphere was far from calm. “You stole it!” one of the customers, a heavyset man with a red face, barked. His voice filled the room. “Don’t you dare deny it — my alternator was brand new when I brought this car in here. And now it’s gone!”

The side, caved in as if crushed by a giant. But I didn’t just see mangled steel. I saw her body being thrown. Her head hitting. The scream she couldn’t give. I closed my eyes for a second, breathing deeply. Then I turned to the mechanic. "I want a full report. Now." The man, in a greasy jumpsuit and gloves, nodded and grabbed a clipboard. "We’re almost done, Mr. Salvatore." I looked at Paolo, who understood immediately. He took two steps forward, staring down the mechanic.

He decided to be playing Ryan’s role, and tried to be making Vivian happy as he had promised. Alex stopped walking as he sighted a mechanic inside the garage where the cars were parked, and it was Alex’s new car that he was working on. Alex called upon one of the security men and also walked closer to the mechanic man. “Good day Sir, it’s Mr. Grayson that invited him over” the security man that Alex called uttered. “Yes Sir, he ordered me to service all the cars, especially this one” the mechanic man too added, and uttered in a respectful tone.

"Oh my gods, thank you! I am starving." A self-pleased smirk replaces his smile when he responds "You're absolutely welcome. Shall we go?" I nod, and he leads the way back to his truck. We're at the mechanic's shop in less than 5 minutes, the shop almost walking distance from his home. The silver-haired mechanic, Steve, was a kindly gentleman who didn't charge me anything other than parts. "It was a labor of love to get you back on the road," he explains. "I honestly found the challenge of repairing your engine a truly engaging puzzle."