Codename: Kids Next Door

Operation: E.N.C.O.U.N.T.E.R

E nignamatic

N ew

C adet

O ffered

U nreal

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T echnical

E ngineering

R ole

By Syncronis

Act 1: Daytime Clash

The old clock on the back wall of the Synchronizer chimed eleven o'clock, signaling the start of the workday for Sync. He considered it far too early in the morning for work… or was it too late in the evening to get any real work done…? Pulling on the old mechanics uniform over his white undershirt, he lazily scratched his scraggly black hair, stretching his back muscles out in an attempt to wake himself up even further. Stretching his arms outward, he took a good glance around his shop. The area was made up of three sections, the docking stations taken up by two cars and a motorcycle which were all in the midst of final repairs and assembly. He shook his head, clearing out the rest of the cobwebs and putting the aforementioned thought aside. Sometimes he wondered if he hung around his father too much, gaining his ideals and habits. If this kept up, he'd start sounding like an adult. That'd be HORRIBLE for business! He remedied this by picking up a bit drill from one of the nearby tables, pushing down on the trigger as hard as he could, the piercing sound of the 2x4 power tool filling his ears and sending bits of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Why should I worry about stupid things like that? He wondered, putting the tool down and stretching out. I'm a kid; a ten-year old kid whose way too good to think about stupid things like that! Turning on a sound system on the table, techno music flooded the large workshop, invigorating him even further. He grinned and pulled out a rusty toolbox from underneath the table, running his fingers over the faded splotches of red and silver. He opened the box to reveal an assortment of aged and worn combination of 2x4 tech and regular tools. Picking up a wrench, he decided to put his brain to a better use, turning to face one of the many cars in his care and lifting up the hood.

Bending into the machine, he started searching around for something that would cause a ticking sound; a simple problem to handle, except that it was a 2005 nacho-cheese Kraft V4 engine. Something of that caliber definitely meant that it was going to crack somewhere, and the last thing he needed was to wedge his hands in cold liquid cheese. Just as he was about to start feeling underneath the malturfuge pump, the piercing sound of a bell interrupted the flow of music.

"Hullo? Is anyone here today?" A female voice called out over the music, pulling Sync's attention even further away from the current project. "The sign said you were open, but I didn't see anyone around…"

Sighing, Sync pulled himself out from the insides of the car. "There's no one else here because it's MY shop..." He looked over the hood of the car to look at the girl invading his privacy. "I don't like it when little girls start snooping… behind…" His words died in his mouth as he got a better look at the intruder. She wore a blue smock-top sundress with spaghetti straps and a matching bag to go with; a simple pair of sandals adorned her feet and a small ribbon held her hair back in a fashionable manor.

"I'm really sorry…" She raised her hand to her cheek, taking on a look of hurt. "I didn't know I wasn't supposed to come back here… It was just that I really REALLY need someone to look at my car. I can't seem to get it to stop properly anymore, and I'm afraid I'll hit someone or… or…"

Sync raised his hands in a stopping motion. "Whoh whoh! Cool… down… like, several times! I'm sure I can fix your breaks just fine… Tell you what, just ease it on in here and I'll see if I can't do something about it." He sighed as he pulled a remote control from his back pocket, aiming it towards the large door at the front of the shop and pressing the button. With a loud creak, the mechanical door slowly rose up, pouring light into the otherwise darkened workstation. Letting the door lift up a third of the way, he reached behind him to lower the sound on his sound system, watching her dip down slightly to exit.

She had a bit of a sashay to her step, which made her all the more alluring. He looked to his side and harrumphed to himself, hoping that she was single… Maybe if he did a good enough job, she'd accompany him to the Yipper Super-Extravaganza Show on Ice this Saturday. He snapped his fingers at the thought as she rolled her car into the opening. She kept the driver's seat and rear of the car behind the opened door, which was somewhat odd, but not important. He searched underneath one of the other cars for a creeper, pulling one out with his foot, and maneuvering it towards her auto. He had to admire her taste in cars, looking over the 2006 Crayola Enzo's body and paint job. Bright, colorful, and not a scratch to be found at all; if anything, she did keep fine care of the car's exterior… She HAD to be loaded in order to afford one of the most wanted cars in all of kid-kind. Getting onto his back, he lay onto the creeper and looked towards her, trying his best not to actually look up her dress.

"Just sit tight and relax for about ten minutes, and I'll have her working like brand new!" he proclaimed, giving her a thumbs-up before rolling underneath the car. However, it didn't take him long to notice that there happened to be something odd about the car.

Nothing was wrong. Not a single solitary thing.

He took plenty of time in order to look at not only the brakes, but every other part available as well. Just about everything from the brakes to the spinning halomator, but everything was fit as a fiddle. Hell, the car was in better shape than some of his better pieces of work! It had parts that the boy could never even dream of, ne'er the less obtain for his own. Hot tamale nitrous generator, four-wheel anti-gum protector, instant churro maker… This car was the kind of thing he'd make when he was hopped up on sugar… five-times over!

Sync rolled himself out from underneath, pulling out the cloth he kept in his pocket for cleaning himself off from work. "Jeez girl, you SURE that it's your brakes that are the problem? I don't seem to find anything wrong at all…" He sat up, shaking his head and placing the rag back in place. "Hell, I'd love to meet whoever sold you that thing and…!"

He barely noticed something off about her from the corner of his eye. The fact that the cute girl was now holding some sort of weapon normally struck him as a sort of 'Wow, that's just not normal!' vibe in his brain. Quickly ducking to the side, Sync was barely able to avoid the mustard-ray that was emitted from the weapon. He looked back to notice the yellowish stain left on his tool.

"Jeez, what the heck was that for!?" Sync exclaimed, jumping to his feet and shifting his footing to one that boxers might've used to make quick movements. "If you didn't like me poking around in your car, why the heck did you bring it to me in the first place!?" He was getting quite upset at this, of course. Here a beautiful girl visiting him for help only to attack him… if he didn't know any better, Sync would've sworn that he was in some sort of spy movie…

She laughed, twirling the mustard ray in her fingers, stepping in front of her Enzo. "Oh you stupid, silly boy… I KNOW there's nothing wrong with my car." She laughed, pointing the gun to Sync and firing again. Her smile got bigger as he dodged the ray, watching him roll beside the blue Matza Accord. "I'm here for YOU… But I'm starting to wonder if you really ARE the one the boss has been hunting for…" She frowned, tilting her head and waving her hand around the shop. "You move too well to be a nerd, but the big boss gets what the big boss wants." The mysterious vixen fired on him several more times until he finally ducked behind a table he had turned over.

Sync growled softly, peeking over the table to see if he could escape; a near miss making him duck back down. "Come on out little boy, She crooned in a sing-song tone. "and I'll be gentle from now on… I promi~se…"

He searched around for something-anything that could be used as a decent weapon that could stop her. He had several screwdrivers and wrenches that could be useful, but far too deadly to actually use. As the mayhem continued on, the creeper he used to check the woman's car rolled by his feet, propelled by the chaos and laser blasts. Looking to and fro between the items at hand, he felt his brain working an interesting yet harebrained strategy, and a grin soon adorned his face.

The girl slowly approached with slow strong steps, the sound of her sandals on the floor echoing throughout their ears, taking in every bit of the moment as a dandelion would take in the sunshine. "Outmatched and outsmarted, cutie… What're you gonna do, mmm?" She took a small step back as Sync popped out, tossing wrenches into the air. Her face took on a perplexed expression as she took aim at the items, their airtime making it almost too easy to aim at.

"Is this seriously the best you can do? Fanny was right; you really aren't worth our time…" She taunted, shooting the wrenches to the other side of the warehouse. Before she could make another move, Sync had rolled from behind the table and using the creeper as a skateboard, dashing towards her with a deranged grin plastered on his face. Barreling into her, they tumbled backwards; stopping just short of the metal door, besides the passenger side of her car. He landed atop of her; pinning her arms down and locking his brown eyes with her green ones.

"Mmm, you've got some fire to you after." She bit her lower lip in what seemed to be ecstasy. "You're going to be quite a fun one to play with, aren't you?" She squirmed underneath him and if he didn't know any better he would swear that she was relishing in the moment. Tightening his grip on her arms, he took on a mask of rage.

"Alright, now you're gonna spill everything; who sent you, and what do you want with me?" Sync growled out.

The girl merely giggled, her lips twisting into a wild grin. "Syncro, Syncro, Syncro… You're not even asking the right questions…" She licked her upper lip, sending chills down his chest and arms for reasons he couldn't figure. "The question you should be really asking is…" Her mouth started bulging, as if she were searching around her gums with her tongue. "How long I've had this gum?"

She started chewing for a slight moment, a look of confusion becoming sketched on Sync's face before she pursed her lips, a pink bubble emerging and quickly gaining in size. Before a move could be made, the bubble exploded in his face; the large bang and feel of the age-old goop making him recoil in shock. He released her arms in futile attempt to clean his eyes of gum, leaving her free to push him off of her with little effort.

Rolling backwards and onto her feet, she looked on as he grunted and groaned; his futile attempt to claw the gum off of his face with one hand. Chuckling, she hopped over the passenger side of her Enzo, pulling the key out from its hiding place as she slid into the driver's seat. "The name's Auroran, honey… Friends can call me Aurie!" Sync had managed enough to get enough of the gum out of his eyes to get a look at her as she blew him a kiss. "You were fun, cutie… But next time we meet up, you better know how to show a girl a good time, understand?"

The engine revved up, and she roared out of the warehouse, leaving skid marks in the lot as she turned and drove away. Sync had stopped his struggling, staring off at her with a hand still stuck on his impaired eye.

"Auroran, huh…" He scowled, the gum stretching out as he drew his arm back down to his side. "No way I'm gonna let you one-up me again, girl." Sync turned, walking towards the sink to clean his face of the gunk, mind racing on ways to hunt the femme fatal down before she could prepare.