Chapter Twelve!

~NEARBY GARAGE~

The Engineer was one of the few classes who picked a logical job to go for. As in, remotely related to his profession. This involved walking around the city for a while until finding a garage.

Keeping in mind he had been a mercenary for longer than he would care to remember, the Engineer wasn't too sure how well a job interview would go.

In the end it turned out they only had three questions, starting with name. Under strict instructions from Spy not to give out his real name, he went with;

"Uh, call me Engy." The hiring dude nodded thoughtfully,

"Okay Engy, you got any experience in mechanics?"

The Engineer resisted a 'the freaking stories I could tell ya' and replied yes.

"Great; last question." Then came what no one expected. "Can you shoot?" The Engineer blinked.

"Yeah… why?"

"Ah ha ha, no reason!" the dude said hastily, totally not thinking of the crazy blue men who were frequently showing up as of late. "You're hired!"

Obviously these things are just easier in a fanfic.

Thus begins; Engy's First Day At Work

Because the garage had little-to-no staff, the Dude figured Engy could go ahead and start by fixing a car. When offered tools, he flatly denied;

"This is my wrench." The Engineer stated slowly, showing his old wrench to the man. (The Eureka effect was hidden somewhere.) "I use this wrench."

He stared possessively until left alone.

Now, out of pure instinct, his first thought was to whack the car with his wrench until it started shooting again-

Woah. Wrong thing mate. Taking two, he adjusted his welding goggles that never came off and searched the car for a practical problem to solve.

The first potential one he found was the scrap-metal-like dustbin jutting out of the bonnet. Quietly confident it shouldn't be there, Engy thought briefly of a safe, structured way to remove it.

"Yeehaw!" *ENGY SMASH*

With the bin outta there, the Engineer went to check the engine, when something on a nearby table caught his eye;

"SAPPER!" he jumped up and took his wrench to it, "GODDAMN SPIES!"

Curiously, the Dude stood by and watched Engy beat the crap out of a radio.

~ENGY'S SECOND DAY~

After a semi-restful night's sleep in one corner of the garage, the Engineer got back to work. The previous day he managed to fix the car, but, being a man of science, he continued to tinker.

The possibilities! Endless!

'F'rinstance,' the Engy thought, 'if I move this…'

He shifted something, insatiable curiosity fuelling the action, and moved around to try the engine.

The good news was the car would be able to hit almost two hundred miles an hour.

The bad news was it just had- backwards. Right out the door.

"OH CRAP I DON'T WANNA DIE AGAIN!" a familiar Bostonian accent screamed from outside.

Engy left that day with minimal wages.

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Yeah uh, your invisible hats are on their way... in, uh, invisible boxes. Yeah :3

Anywho, double update, see you in a tick :)