Chapter Three – A Swift Return


"Hey Boss," a spotted foot nudged Nick's shoulder. "That cute bunny from last week is back again," Clawhauser bent down, nearly dropping to a knee, trying to catch his employer's eye.

Nick rolled out from the underside of a van, wrench in hand. "What?"

"You know, the one with that rusting, blue monstrosity?" The cheetah's tail swayed behind him as he straightened, heaving a labored exhale at the exertion. "She pushed all our appointments back three hours? And you had to promise Mr. Otterton two free oil changes for the wait?"

Nick sighed. "Oh right," he looked past Clawhauser's considerable heft, spotting a familiar twitching nose and set of oversized feet, pacing back and forth just beyond the garage. "Why's she here?"

The cheetah shrugged. "She said something about 'demon possession' and 'angry clunks' and asked for you."

Nick rolled his eyes and rose, sliding the creeper towards his employee. "You finish with this; I'll handle her."

Clawhauser took the offered wrench, using it to salute. "Sounds good to me. Want me to tell Finnick we're in for another day of scrambling and catch-up?"

Nick waved him away. "No. We're not running a drop-by-whenever charity here. She's going to need to start calling ahead," he turned for the bay door. "And paying," he muttered under his breath.