<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/5e/30/e55e30d68d29d991408692c70bb036b9.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Wilder (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147118#msg16147118)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Yellow converse, pink turtleneck, dirty coveralls. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/b5/6e/70b56e060b98dc5e5469384b4252d444.jpg)]<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 | 9:30 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Rust and Ruckus &gt; Driving Through Warehouse District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Des, Jake (M), Montgomery (M)<br/><strong>Content:</strong> If you can't move the Dragon Slayer, move the whole car.</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The problem <em>wasn’t</em> that the garage had been wrecked under wild circumstances. The problem <em>was</em> that there was a strange dude currently passed the fuck out in the back of a customer’s car, with Jake’s <em>permission</em> and <em>assurance</em>. Jake’s solve had been a bad one. Even temporarily. Maybe he was just angry because Reese was twenty-seven, and not seventeen. His friend in the backseat didn’t excite her, it just… <em>puzzled</em> her. How the fuck was she going to get outta this without anyone loosing their jobs?<br/><br/>Maybe she should’ve gone easier on the kid. Jake was seventeen. <em>He</em> hadn’t already lost his dream career because of ‘dangerous’ and ‘irresponsible’ thinking.<br/><br/><em>Yeah. That’s right. </em>The airline industry she <em>loved</em> didn’t want Reese because she didn’t go by the book. She wasn’t about to loose the mechanic career she really <em>liked</em> because of dragons. Dragons were about the most ‘dangerous’ and ‘irresponsible’ idea she’d ever fucking heard. She had to… protect the garage.<br/><br/>Knocking wasn’t working. Knocking <em>louder</em> really wasn’t working either. Dude was just out <em>cold</em>. Still breathing, by the drool, but still passed out in a place he couldn’t be. <em>Call the RCPD.</em> Literally anyone else would have called the RCPD and let the <em>cops</em> fix the problem. But… But… Her fingers drummed on the side of her slurpy.   <br/><br/>“Fuck…” Reese grunted and <em>stormed</em> back into the lobby area of Rust and Ruckus. <em>Thank fuck she had told Jake to take a walk.</em> What she was about to do wasn’t… 'above board' and the less Jake knew the better. Her twitching fingers flipped through the binder again, gathering as much information as she could. Pickup for the Escalade was at three. She had six hours and counting to solve the problem before the customer arrived. And less than <em>two</em> before Montgomery came into finish the job. In order to pick up a car there was a check list and the customer’s set of car keys…<br/><br/>  Reese was back at the Escalade again, only this time she wasn’t knocking. She was checking tasks off the list. Exterior doors, front lights, engine… Reese popped the hood, twisting knobs, then quickly moved around and started squeezing each tire, before finally scooting underneath the Escalade itself. <em>Everything seemed like it should work</em>. <em>Jake and his friend had done a good job.</em> Except for… scratches, scrapes, and misaligned wires. Little things that were off. <em>Little things that suggested something attacked the Escalade.</em> Reese let out a big, breath onto the belly of the mechanical beast. <br/><br/><em>Was she afraid of fire?</em><br/><br/>She pulled herself out of the opposite side of the car, coming up for air next to the passenger’s side window. He was still asleep. <em>Please still be asleep.</em> There were other things left on the checklist, of course, but the last one was the one that Reese was the most interested in. There was nothing wrong with a strange man sleeping in the back of someone else’s car if no one else saw it. Not Montgomery, and certainly not the owner of said car.<br/><br/>Reese looked at the keys in her hand. But instead of hitting the one that noted ‘alarm’, she hit the one <em>next</em> to it, the small, fancy button that automatically started the engine. The Escalade was a <em>nice</em> car, and it purred to life with a steady, easy hum. Reese had never driven a car as nice as an Escalade before, but the <em>last</em> task on the Rust and Ruckus certified checklist was to take the customer’s vehicle for a test drive to make sure everything was in functioning order. A test drive would not only be a part of Reese’s job description, as a trusty employee of Rust and Ruckus, but it would also get Sleeping Beauty outta the garage. So that if he woke up… <em>When</em> he woke up… It was <em>only</em> Reese’s ass on the line. Especially if he actually <em>did</em> have fucking fire powers. Or a knife. Or a wrench. Or any literally other weapon he could use to overpower a small, blonde mechanic.<br/><br/>Reese swallowed, chaotic, grey eyes drifting back and forth to the much taller man snoozing in the backseat as she moved around the front of the Escalade and opened the Driver’s side door. Carefully she got into the seat, moved it up and forward for her short legs, and put her slurpy in the cup holder (obviously). She closed the door as quietly as she could, and then adjusted her mirror. She could see him, the Dragon Killer, reflecting back at her. <em>Please be nice, please be nice, please be nice.</em> Reese did another one of those big, airy breaths and pulled out her cell for just a few seconds before sliding it back into the pocket of her dirty coveralls.<br/><br/>Then, she slowly pulled out of the Rust and Ruckus lot, heading somewhere <em>else</em>. Somewhere quiet, and hopefully, somewhere she could help this person <em>safely</em>. Dragon Killer. Sleeping Beauty. Fire Powered Fiend. Homeless Man. <em>Please be nice.</em> Because, technically, she was kidnapping someone.</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Back at Rust and Ruckus, Jake’s phone would alert him to three new texts from Reese.  <br/><br/><strong>You’re in charge of the garage until M arrives. </strong><br/><br/><strong>Taking Escalade for required test drive. It’s in the shop logs as per company rules. </strong><br/><br/><strong>Stay Safe. I trust you.</strong></span>