Thanks to Vitalini, ulyferal, Cody Furlong, Sage SK, and Kristen Shrape for reviewing! I'm so very sorry this took so long to get out, but life has been really getting to me.

"A little bit more, Jake!" Chance called out as he wiggled the throttle between his legs. "It's still a bit loose!"

"Gotcha!"

Chance relaxed back into the pilot's seat Jake had found out in the salvage yard. It was perfect for the large tom's build, unlike the first two seats he had tired out (one which had gone to Jake). This one seemed to mold to his body and that helped to keep him still during hard maneuvers…whenever they were going to do them.

"Try it now!" Jake's voice echoed through the empty hanger.

He wrapped his paws around the throttle and moved it in every direction he could think of, and the new tension held up perfectly, never faulting. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Chance hopped out of the cockpit and down near Jake.

"It works great buddy!" Chance declared with a proud smirk on his face. "Man, I can't wait to get this bird flyin'!"

Chance took a step back and looked over the Turbokat, or rather what they had built of it. Most of the skeleton had been put together in the four months of sleepless nights, coffee runs and twenty minute lunch breaks, and whenever Chance looked at it he found himself thinking that it resembled a bird's skeleton. An engine sat not too far away from the front half of the featherless bird, Jake still had to work his butt off on that, and at the current moment they were busy constructing the many wires and connections that connected the dashboard to the engine. It was a good thing Jake had such a knack for science and wiring things together, there was no way Chance would be able to get all of this out of the way without messing something up. He could fly and do the grunt work, but figuring out the math in physics and science…that was where he faltered.

Together Jake and Chance had found millions of things that they could use on the first day of scavenging and things had just taken off from there. It was just jaw dropping how many things had been scattered around the junkyard, it was just a shame that Bluke and Murry had never really kept records of anything that came in and our. Chance never would have thought that the Turbokat would look like this in just four months, but then again he never would have thought that if he needed a back thruster all he would have to do was walk out to his backyard.

Life had never proved more interesting.

"Yeah well it's gonna be awhile," Jake said as he came out from underneath the hood of the Turbokat. "We still haven't gotten the thrusters up yet and we've got to find something for landing gear. Hopefully we can find some that hasn't been through Mega War II."

"Hopefully." Chance placed his fists on his hips and eyed the Turbokat once more. A swell of pride built up in his chest, and he took in a deep breath to defeat it, but it remained when his lungs filled.

His dreams were finally coming to pass.

xXx

"Aw crud!"

Chance straightened his back and rose out from underneath the hood of an Enforcer car. He rubbed his sore right paw, he had been holding a wrench for far too long but the Enforcer patrol cards had to be finished before morning, before Feral came to pick them up. Usually it wouldn't be such a big problem, but Jake wasn't around to help, leaving Chance to repair all five cars on his own.

Sighing, the tom ran his claws through his hair as he lifted his baseball cap off of his head. He groaned when he felt something wet on the top of his head where he had just touched and looked down at his grease covered paw. Great. Now he would have to take a shower.

If there was any water.

He groaned at the thought; since moving to the salvage yard and starting the Turbokat project, money had been hard to come by. They weren't getting paid for their work on Enforcer cars no that went to the debt they owed the city for crashing into Enforcer HQ and their business hadn't really taken off in Megakat City.

Just a few more weeks.

Yes a few more weeks. Things had been hard since they had moved, with the lack of money there were bills that went unpaid, and one of them included the water bill. The electricity was their number one priority, without it they wouldn't be able to work on the Turbokat or cars for that matter. No cable, however, so Chance had to go without seeing episodes of Scary Kat for now.

Trips into Megakat City were rare, thanks to the price of gas, but when he did go Chance made sure to get word out about the salvage yard and the new management. Thanks to a friend he had managed to get a few flyers done and whenever he got into public places he made sure to tack them up. But it had been a week since then, and they had gotten a few cars and calls for tows which allowed them to purchase groceries; they could go without cable but not food.

Sighing, Chance tossed his wrench down on the ground and leaned against the car. His stomach growled a bit, but he ignored it for the time being; dinner was their one and only big meal and he would have to hold off until then. Chance had no qualms with waiting, after all he had grown up in a house with five brothers and sisters, plus relatives that liked to drop by and live at the house for a few weeks. He hadn't grown up poor per say, he had just lived in a house where his parents had to stretch a dollar a bit. It was a just irritating that he hadn't really picked up on his mother's cooking skills while he had the chance, TV dinners were too expensive, but they were stuck eating whatever the other made, no matter how burnt or over salted it was.

Things will work out…we've worked too hard for them not too.

With a slight groan, Chance returned his attention to the Enforcer car and grabbed his wrench off of the ground. Things weren't going to get done if he just sat around thinking about things, and Chance intended to get things done. With events from the previous day filling his head, he smirked and continued his work with more enthusiasm then he had before.

There hadn't been a dull moment around the salvage yard since the cable had gone out. Without TV the two had bonded over accidents in the kitchen and they often swapped stories about their days in the Enforcers. When they weren't working on cars, they were busy down in the hanger, talking and laughing as they repaired broken items.

Chance was starting to think that even if he and Jake didn't complete the jet they would come out as better friends for it and, deep down in his heart of hearts, Chance couldn't ask for anything more. Jake was a great guy, and the larger tom counted his blessings every night he fell asleep, and thanked his stars when he woke up the next morning and found Jake in the kitchen, making breakfast.

Furlong had always been a lucky kat, but he thought it had all gone down the drain when he and Jake had gotten booted from the Enforcers, but he couldn't have been more wrong.

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