Welcome to chapter three of the garage guys. Let me start off by apologizing for the long absence after I promised more, but work is tough, and I have a looooooong gaming hit-list going at the moment. So without further adieu let's get this going.

It had been two weeks since the incident at the station and Beats order still hadn't come in, but things weren't all bad. Beat, Tab, and Gum had finally started to get truly comfortable with their surroundings. After some initial disputes with the love shockers, the GG's had finally stabilized three positions in shibuya, the station, the playground/ shopping area, and the large hill/sewage area. Beat called the shipping office and found that despite heavy delays due to the size and quantity of the order that everything would be delivered today. The guy even said that he was just about to call to set up a time if Beat wanted to be there or if there would be an inconviences. Beat set the appointment for two, and was determined to make sure that Gum and Tab were out.

Around 1:45 Beat ran into the garage screaming. "TAB, GUM, COME QUICK SHITS GOING DOWN!"

Tab shot off the couch and Gum looked up from the kitchen playing with Potts. "Dude what's going on?" said Tab.

"Just did a run over the field. Love shockers hit all of it. I'm about to head out but I can't fix all three!"

"Shit! I thought they were being too quiet. Ok, Gum you hit the hill, I know you like the cars, ill hit the station and Beat you take the grounds."

"Actually I think you should take the grounds Tab, I still can't reach some of the upper areas that you can, and I've gotten a lot more familiar with the station since we started." Although both these points were true, Beat knew the goal of the game was to get them as far away as possible for as long as possible. Both locations would be a good jaunt, but it wouldn't take them long to realize that there were no shocker tags up.

"Good idea Beat, that's thinking. Ok ill take the grounds, but the thing that bothers me is DR. K hasn't spoken up. Usually he is all over this…"

"Well we can't make him do all the work for us" chimed Gum. "Eventually we have to do this ourselves"

"Good point, all right guys, we been here too long, BREAK!"

All three shot out the door. Tab and Beat heading right, and Gum left for the other end of the alley.

Tab and Beat got to the entrance to the alley, and were about to split, when Tab grabbed Beat by the arm. "Hold up a sec, bro"

Beat stopped and looked at Tab, he knew something just wasn't… right…

"Ok man, why did you want us out of the garage so bad?"

Beat knew he had been caught, but still didn't want to spoil the surprise. "Well the thing is, I'm getting some stuff delivered, and I was a little embarrassed…"

Tab nodded knowingly, which confused Beat. "Ah I see what ya mean, brotha. Every guy has gotta get his rocks off now and then, just make sure you don't hide them under the couch, paper rattles when you move!"

"uuuhhhhhh…. yyeeeeeeeaaahh… porn. That's what I'm embarrassed about…" Beat turned bright red, but remembered he could set Tab straight after he saw everything.

"Well now that's all settled I don't mind hangin out, how long do you think you'll need?"

Beat tried to take everything into account. The size of the order, the size of WHAT he ordered, how many people the phone guy had said. "Maybe 2 1/2, 3 hours?"

"DDAAAMMMNN boy, gotchyourself some libido there. Alright, fine, just don't get any blisters." Tab casually skated away laughing hard as his own joke. Beats original plan was to wait till Tab was out of sight, but since that wasn't an issue; he turned around and headed back to the garage. Once there, he looked at his sparsely decorated room and realized how easy it would be to make room…

He immediately threw his only two pieces of furniture out the door, the large couch, and the small wooden kitchen table he barely used as it was. This left the garage completely bare, leaving the kitchen and bathroom, doors open, and floor space everywhere else in the square room. Just as he was getting the couch out of the door, three guys in blue jumpsuits walked up, "you… Beat?" said the biggest guy, eyeing him suspiciously as he read the name that he was sure was fake. "Yeah that's me, where's the truck? I want to get this done as quickly as possible." The three guys and Beat headed to the same entrance to the alley that Gum left from and showed Beat the TWO trailers of his order. "You sure you can fit everything?"

"Yeah, the garage is bigger than it looks."

"Whatever man it's your call, just remember there is a fee for shipping shit back."

After some brief introductions, Beat and the three men began unloading the trucks. They decided it would be easier to open the crates in the alley and then push the items inside from there. First thing was a new couch, this one was MUCH longer than the old one (it actually wrapped the back left corner and almost blocked the door to the kitchen.) But it was obvious that while it was extremely comfortable, it would need some breaking in. then came the electronics. First was two pinball machines that had become fairly popular in the arcades, then a large Radio, then the stereo system (the bulk of the order) subwoofers that were as big as a Harley (except vertical) went to the other three corners and then the rest went to accompany them, all went into tight fitting cases that the manufacturer assured that people could not only stand on, but even dance on without disturbing, or harming the equipment inside. Many of the speakers were put next to the subs in a way that you could do just that, or lounge on, or things of such nature. Then they put in a glass grid map of the whole Tokyo-to area off to the right corner of the room next to the bathroom door. Then put a small whiteboard next to that, Beat figured it wouldn't be actual tags, but they could at least plan new ones if they felt so inclined. Also in a brief nod to actual thinking, he bought a whole new set of dishes and silverware, thinking that surely they would eventually have more people and that fighting over 2 ramen bowls and a plate would get rather dull.

Then came his gift for Potts, a custom tailored dog house that had its one rolling door. It had a small button on the front and the inside that, when pressed buy Potts' nose would scroll the door up or down as needed. It was large enough for all of his tows. And the best feature Beat assumed was that it was supposed to be completely soundproof, so even if the guys got to partying late, Potts wouldn't be disturbed. After everything was set up, and a generous tip given, Beat lay on the couch and viewed his work. He had never really had a home since his parents had all but given him away, but now he was sure he knew what it was.

As it happened, Tab returned about thirty minutes after everything had been set. His reaction was everything Beat hoped for. He flipped. He had to touch everything at least once, and then of course check the radio, (with a little fiddling they found Jet set with little trouble) jumped on a few speakers turned the volume so high that the garage shook. Although Beat noticed that after they turned it down to a sane level, he checked the little house with Potts and found him fast asleep. Then Tab went on to belly flop into the large couch and look at the map. Everything was awesome he kept saying!

Beat and Tab had kept a pinball rally going for almost an hour when they heard a large thump on the door. Confused Beat and Tab stopped, and when they opened to door, they couldn't believe their eyes.

Gum was lying in the alley, beaten bloody…

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Originally this chapter was going to be much longer, however once I got to this point, I thought, "MAN, I just gotta leave this cliff hanger here, it's so good!" however don't worry, I am already working on the "next chapter" and it will be done here very shortly until then, wait with the bated breath….

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Don't.