Today's dawn is warmer than most, Griffin thought, spring's getting closer.
Fin threw a few pieces of toast into his modified toaster while he got ready, thinking about recent events as the junkyard woke up.
Okay, there's no getting around it- I had a hand in killing cops... There was no further point in pretending that he hadn't. And he knew what he was getting into when men showing too much money with too much confidence showed up to him of all people to make an order.
Running a hand through his shaggy hair, Griffin mentally went through his options while he got ready for today's work. Its obvious that they have an idea about what I can do, at the very least they believe I'm gifted with a set of tools.
A tow truck pulled into his lot as he arranged his gear, cleaning the area from yesterday's mess. An older man got out of the passenger side while the driver prepared to drop the rusted truck that lay on its back.
"Mr. Tracy, what brings you today?" Nathaniel Tracy had been a regular of his for years now, always bringing barely functional vehicles that he'd fix up for the man to sell off.
Nathan gave Fin the same crooked smile as always. "This one's worse than normal, engine rusted out from the inside." He narrated while Griffin popped the hood to take a look himself.
What met his eyes was a jungle of red and orange. "Oh yeah, that's quite a lot of rust." He used a screwdriver to poke at the engine block, which gave away far too easily.
"I'm gonna need a few days with this, and at least double the usual for trucks." Nathan's usual glee faded a bit.
"That bad?"
"I'll have to go digging around for parts. There's no chance of reviving this thing as is."
Nathan sighed dramatically, slapping a thousand in cash in Fin's hand. "I'll get you the rest when it's sellable."
Fin shook his hand. "Should have it ready for you Thursday." He then nodded to the driver. "Back it up over there and set her down!"
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Left alone for a short while, Fin turned back to his thoughts as he gutted the truck. I can't just keep giving them stuff that let's them hurt people, but if I don't they'll start hurting me instead.
More of the truck was rusted than he thought, leading even to the frame. Griffin sighed heavily, taking a nearby chunk of metal and molding it into proper shape. And it was this extremely tedious work that gave him an idea.
"Hold on, what if I sabotage it?!" He yelled, nearly hitting his head when he tried to sit up from underneath the truck. "I could let them see that it works for normal stuff, but as soon as something hits it too hard it'll start falling apart!"
Now that, could work. He could weave weaknesses into the metal as he worked on it, or leave one too many rusted bits of metal near important parts. "Maybe a hole in the gas can? That could work, but it'll be to obvious after once or twice..." He muttered to himself.
A bit of his enthusiasm, died as he thought it over more. "But they're also not idiots. They have military grade gear afterall...I'll need to make sure I can protect myself."
His thoughts then turned to the craps that they'd left behind on the last few jobs. Good material....I can put that to use!
And as if summoned, a small convoy rolled through the junkyard: A sleek black car leading a truck carrying what was clearly another armored truck set up. "Oh you boys are about to realize that Lady Luck's suddenly turned her back to you..."