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Betad by
The Celestial Punk
Chapter 02: Mercs
– V –
As she watched Luis work on that sweet Riptide, she had to admit that Jackie was right. He really was a fucking wizard when it came to vehicles. His hands flew through the motions, easily handling what should have taken a full team of Herrera engineers to handle. If he was just fixing it up, that would be one thing, but as she'd been sitting there, she'd been using her optics to search up the Herrera Riptide, and it was clear that this baby was heavily modified. The engine barely resembled the one in the pictures she'd found, though obviously she hadn't been able to easily search up the schematics for a high-end car like this.
As Jackie talked her ear off, she half-listened, easily multitasking as she worked on the puzzle that was Luis.
He was surprisingly quiet for someone who grew up in, or at least around, the Valentinos. Rarely spoke if people didn't bother him, and even his style of dress and lack of golden cyberware was far less flashy than the usual Heywood kids.
Her attention was pulled away as three cars pulled up, a dozen Valentinos piling in. Nobody panicked, but these guys looked more serious than the gangoons on she'd see on the street. More professional as they stationed up, clearly on guard duty, better cyberware and weapons too.
Once the others had moved in, a pair entered. Fairly young, but from the way the guy walked, she was sure that he was high-ranking in the Valentinos. The girl wasn't even Hispanic, which was curious.
"Gustavo!" Jackie greeted. Ah, this would be Gustavo Orta. Son of Campo Orta, the head of the Valentinos. The dozen Valentinos giving her unwelcoming looks suddenly made sense, and she was careful not to make any sudden movements.
"Jackster," Gustavo replied, giving him a one armed hug.
"Your ride's ready," Luis cut in, closing the hood. "I swear to the Lord above, if you bring this masterpiece back to me in a wreck, again, I'm installing training wheels into the engine so you can't go above sixty."
The girl laughed at Luis' quiet, almost tired, threat as Luis wiped the grease onto the legs of his overalls.
"Maybe you should. I told the gonk not to fuck with your boost in the city," she replied, nudging Gustavo with her shoulder. Again, Luis was real comfortable talking shit to high-ranking Valentinos.
"She's a beast, you can't expect me to keep her in a cage," Gustavo responded in that suave tone Valentinos liked. "Thanks, Luis. Sent you the eddies. Now, I got some biz to discuss with Raul. Is he in?"
"He's in his office," Luis agreed, tossing a keyshard to Gustavo. "Right, I'm done for the day. We doing this?"
His question was aimed at Jackie, who beamed in response.
"Hell yeah, hermanito," Jackie agreed. "We stopping at your place? Don't wanna show up to meet Padre covered in engine oil."
"Yeah. Nice seeing you again, Martha," Luis said to the girl, getting a warm response as he put away his tools in a toolbox and carried it out with him. "You came on your bike, right? Good thing I drove here myself instead of taking a ride from Raul."
"Yeah, saw your Mackinaw parked out back," Jackie replied. "Hey V, who you riding with?"
"I'll ride with Luis, if it's all the same. I'd like to get there in one piece," V joked.
"No faith, chica," Jackie 'grumbled' as they headed out.
"Come on, that's my baby there," Luis said, nodding to a Thorton Mackinaw. Again, unlike the flashy colours preferred by most Heywood kids, it was a simple dark grey. Plus, she was half-expecting him to have a flashy sports car instead of the large, beefy Thorton.
"I take it she's as custom as all the others you work on?" V asked, getting into the passenger seat.
"Don't be ridiculous. She's way more modded than any of them," Luis joked, running his hand on the dashboard. "Honestly, she's the Thorton of Theseus at this point. I don't think anything is left from the original."
V chuckled as she filed away that Luis somehow knew ancient Greek references. It wasn't unheard of for corpos to know them because a lot of corps enjoyed naming their things after their country's mythology, but regular street kids? It meant he was well-read for a street kid, at the very least.
Luis was both a mystery and an opportunity, both things she was very fond of, and she intended to unravel him and use his gifts to place her back into the luxury she had grown used to. The issue was simple. She was just Jackie's Corpo friend at the moment. Sure, he agreed to Jackie's plan, but she could tell he didn't trust her. Not that she expected him to, in fact, not trusting her was just a sign that he wasn't a fool.
Her first idea to change that and wiggle in close was just to seduce him. Honeypots were used for a reason, and it wouldn't be her first time. If anything, it'd be nice to be doing it for her own benefit instead of for the benefit of Arasaka. She hit a snag immediately.
He grew up in the Valentinos. The Valentinos started as a poser gang dedicated to seducing beautiful women. Now, they were one of the strongest in the city, but they'd kept much from their poser days, and the men of the Valentinos were still fuckboys to put it simply. Sex was common in Night City, and even more so in the Valentinos. She doubted Luis was a virgin, and she risked being pumped and dumped if she tried honeypotting him. Not to mention, if she tried too early, it would either make her look slutty or desperate. Neither of which would work in the long term. In Counterintel, most of her honeypot jobs were short-term, but in this, she needed to get into his good graces and stay there. Position herself next to the golden goose so she could get some eggs.
That didn't mean the seduction plan was off the table, just that it needed some work. She also didn't know if he was taken or what his tastes were, so that was her first objective. Work out what made him tick, then shift herself to check those boxes. Or, in simpler terms, befriend him. They were going to be working together, after all, and it was important that they could trust one another.
She didn't feel bad about her scheming because while she was planning on riding Luis to the top, it wasn't like she was going to kick him down when she was done with him. If things went well (despite this being Night City), it ended with her, Luis and Jackie all famous and loaded beyond their wildest dreams. She was a very adaptable girl. If the best way to go forward was to befriend him, she was going to be the best friend in existence. If getting fucked would help, she'd be getting railed in the backseat of the Mackinaw right now. If being his output would work, she'd be the most loyal, adoring girlfriend in this shithole of a city.
If Luis was half as valuable as she suspected, she'd happily take on whatever role he wanted her in. Whatever position too, she was flexible like that.
"So, I know why Jackie wants to make it to the major leagues, but what about you? With your talent with engines, you could make it rich without ever putting yourself in danger," V asked, curious. "Never mind your other gift."
"Yeah, I could," Luis answered confidently. "And I'd spend the rest of my life working on cars for other people. Working for other people. I don't want that life. I like the Valentinos, they might be a gang, but they take care of Heywood and its people, but I'm not going to spend my life working for other people's profit."
"Amen to that," V agreed, thinking about all the work she'd done for Arasaka. How many operations did she pull off? How much intel, assets and eddies did she get the company, only for it all to go up in smoke because Jenkins reached too high and got smacked down for it. She did everything right, navigating the deadly maze of corpo politics like a pro, only for someone else's fuck up to end her career.
"Besides, someone has to keep an eye on Jackster. Fuck his dreams, nobody is drinking a Jackie Welles at Afterlife while I'm around. This city has taken enough as it is; it isn't getting him, too," Luis said with a scowl.
"Fair. Jackie has big dreams, plenty of talent, but he's not much of a planner, is he?" V asked in amusement. "In my case, I want to make it big too, I just want to be alive to enjoy my wealth and success till I'm old and grey."
"Old age? In Night City? Jackie's right, you are ambitious," Luis snorted with a small grin. "Especially given the line of work we're heading into."
"True, but I think we have a chance. Jackie's damn good for someone self-trained, I'm a corpo-trained netrunner, and you're the ace up our sleeves," V pointed out.
"Let's try to survive a single gig before we decide we're destined for greatness," Luis replied easily. Despite his words, she could see the hint of pride on his face. Oh yeah, he liked being told how special he was. Special or not, he was still a boy from Heywood.
She could definitely work with this.
As they arrived at his apartment block, not far from El Coyote Cojo, she made a note of the gang tags around. They were deep in Valentino territory, and it showed. Given Raul's garage was nearby and the hints she'd gotten of him climbing the ranks, this was likely his turf. Mama Welles lived nearby, her bar was there, and now Luis lived just a short drive away.
She didn't miss the pair of young gangoons hanging around the entrance, just killing time. Lookouts? Had Raul told them to keep an eye on who was coming and going from Luis' apartment? One of them whistled and shouted a typically lewd comment at Luis for bringing a girl home, but he just flipped them the bird as he walked past, a grin on his lips. Familiarity, which meant they either lived or worked around here enough for him to know them and not care about them calling out to him.
"Feel free to grab a drink or whatever. I need a shower," Luis said as he let her in. It was a modest but comfortable two-bedroom apartment. She thanked him, watching him head to the bathroom before looking around. Something about it was tickling her brain, and it took her a moment to realise just what it was. It looked lived in, but not recently. Dust on some things told her they likely hadn't been touched in months, and her earlier searches filled in the rest.
It was his parents' place before his mother died just over a year ago. She doubted he'd touched any of their stuff since, leaving it all as it was. It was basically in stasis, with him likely only using his bedroom and the bathroom. It was a house, but not his home. She got the feeling he didn't spend much time here.
Unable to stop herself from snooping, something she blamed her time in the counterintel community for, she did as he suggested and got a bottle of Real Water out of the fridge. Again, it didn't look like the fridge of someone who actually stayed home much. Barely any real food, some snacks, water and soda. Apparently, he was a NiCola Sakura fan, given that it was the majority of the drinks. Some beer too, but it was Jackie's favourite brand. Bought for when Jackie came over?
Jackie arrived moments later. Honestly, she was surprised they got here first now that she thought about it. True to her prediction, he grabbed one of the beers with a call out to Luis to hurry up, joking that Luis could take forever in the bathroom.
"So, we're heading straight to Padre? Just gonna grab whatever gig is available and hope for the best?" V asked, leaning against the counter.
"I've already messaged Padre, and told him that we're teaming up. He'll set us up right, you'll see," Jackie said confidently.
Padre was one of the rare Fixers that was focused on improving his community. There weren't many like him, from what she'd seen in Arasaka. Not a member of the Valentinos but deeply connected to them and to Heywood in-
Padre wasn't his real name, but his alias. His real name was Sebastian Ibarra. Luis Ibarra. Luis mentioned Padre put out the word to not recruit him into the Valentinos. Damn it, she was usually quicker than this. She was slipping, and that was deadly in unfamiliar territory. If she missed something so in her face, what else was she missing?
So that was why Jackie was so confident that Padre would help them out. Nepotism wasn't exclusive to corpos.
"Heh, figured it out?" Jackie asked, snorting into his beer. "Don't give me that look, ain't like it's a secret. Not even an open one. Yeah, Luis is his grandson. Padre… well, he doesn't approve of Luis becoming a merc, but he knows it's what Luis wants. Luis might seem sweet, but the brat is more stubborn than an ox when he sets his mind on something."
"Coming from you?" V pointed out, getting a helpless shrug from Jackie, who didn't exactly disagree with her point.
"You girls done gossipping about me," Luis asked as he came out of the bathroom, hair still wet. He'd swapped his overalls for a nicer outfit, but it was still less flashy than most. A dark red v-neck t-shirt and black jeans with a black jacket on top with a red hood that he hadn't put up. The only thing beyond his heritage that hinted at any Valentino connection was a small silver cross necklace around his neck.
It wasn't exactly that being a Catholic meant you were Valentino, but if a Hispanic guy in Heywood had a cross, you'd be right to wonder.
"Gracias a Dios, a day where Luis can get out of the shower in less than an hour. Padre was right, miracles do exist," Jackie replied with a smirk.
"Some of us have hair worth taking care of, Jackie," Luis fired back. "And drinking already? You get on your bike, I'm telling Mama and Misty."
"Sent it back home, thank god whoever thought of self-driving bikes. If we're doing jobs as a team, better to ride together, yeah? Besides, one beer isn't enough to even make me tipsy," Jackie waved off. "And your ride is the best for jobs."
"Damn right, she is," Luis agreed, grabbing a NiCola and downing it in a single go. "Come on, don't wanna keep the old man waiting. He'll have more time to think up lectures disguised as sermons if we do."
"I bet he's got three on recklessness ready to go," Jackie replied as he finished his beer. She followed suit, drinking the rest of her water as they set off for the car again. "Man, when are you gonna do something about that bland-ass paint job? You've done so much work on your baby, but left her that ugly grey?"
"Making it stand out is just asking for someone to try and klep it," Luis shrugged. "None of the Valentinos would, but I don't need some opportunistic asshole making a play for my baby."
If they were going to try and become bigshots, she might have to nudge him to stand out more. It was a very effective car and colour, large enough to move all three of them and any gear they needed, tough enough to take small-arms fire (and more, depending on the mods he'd made), and the dark colour would make it hard to see at night if they turned off the headlights. That said, if they wanted to truly shine, they'd need to work on their image.
Morgan Blackhand didn't pick his black-chrome hand for stealth purposes. Neither did Johnny Silverhand. Lots of hand-based mercs, now that she thought about it. All the legends had their own image, something that made people recognise them on sight.
– Luis Ibarra –
100cp granted, 100cp total.
[Engineering] - 100cp, 0cp remaining
Source: Teen Titans
You're a master mechanic and an expert at building robots and other technological devices. You also have a fair bit of knowledge about hacking into computers.
Robots? Huh.
Nice. At least my power is doing something again, so I must be on the right track.
As we arrive at Padre's court, I pull up at my usual spot. Padre prefers to handle gigs in person, which is why his 'office' is just a basketball court in the Glen. It's just a backlot, but Padre says that doing biz out here helps him keep a finger to the pulse of Heywood. He's probably right.
I basically grew up in this graffiti covered backlot. Padre 'babysat' when Mom was working and Dad was 'working'. He didn't approve of Dad taking me to the Valentino garages with him, and Mom as always busy working in the kitchens of El Coyote Cojo.
"Take a seat," Padre says as we approach, patting the bench next to him. As I do so, he looks over the three of us for a moment, his eyes lingering on V for a moment longer. "You are set on this, then?"
"You're the one who told me that a man has to walk his own path, remember?" I reply cheekily. He gives me that amused but also disapproving look, knowing that he said that as part of his efforts to stop me from joining up with the Valentinos. This wasn't quite the path he had in mind for me.
"That I did," Padre agrees softly. "Very well. Your heart is set on this, and I will not stop you. I have a gig that could use your skills. Jackie, V, sit. Do not stand at attention."
If V is surprised at him knowing her name, she doesn't show it as she follows Jackie and takes a seat.
"What's the gig, Padre?" Jackie asks excitedly. He's been working as a solo for a good while, but when you're working alone, you can't take the more dangerous and therefore better-paying jobs unless you're called Morgan Blackhand. You can't really make a name for yourself doing the bottom-of-the-barrel jobs that pay the bills but not much else.
"As two of you know, there has been a… pact between the Valentinos and Aldecaldos," Padre explains, making V blink.
"Wait, the Nomads are working with a street gang? That's out of character, isn't it?" V asks, clearly not enjoying being on the backfoot.
"The Aldecaldos came to this place at the urging of their leader, who wanted to guide them to the promised land. Instead, they found struggle and strife. They have lost many and much. As a result of Luis' skills with modding cars, the Valentinos have begun doing more smuggling but while they can move around the city, they don't know the Badlands and few Valentinos care to change that," Padre explains softly. "So, a pact was arranged. The Nomads are expert smugglers, and there was profit to be made for both sides."
"But something went to shit," I guess.
"Indeed. The greed of man is insatiable. Gizmo has earned much fame and respect for the success of this operation, and a jealous underling decided he wanted a bigger cut of the pie. Claudio Moreno worked with the Raffen Shiv gang, the Wraiths, to steal the modified van that the Valentinos had loaned to the Aldecaldos, resulting in the deaths of both Valentinos and Aldecaldos. Now, the Aldecaldos think the Valentinos set them up, and the Valentinos think the Aldecaldos ran with the goods. This bad blood serves no one and is bad for the peace of Heywood," Padre explains. "I do not do much work in the Badlands, but I have spoken with Dakota, the Nomad Fixer, and found where they are hiding. I want you to retrieve the van and kill Claudio Moreno. I shall handle the Valentinos, but you will take the van back to the Nomads."
"Hey, Luis. Don't suppose you had some fancy recall feature built in?" Jackie asks, but I just snort.
"Jackie, I'm not a Valentino. The gang likes me, but if they find I'm putting trackers or recall soft in their smuggling vans? Things become complicated," I point out. "I could whip up a soft to lock down future vans and drive them to a designated spot in future versions, maybe, but nothing on this one. And even if I do, I won't be the one with the controls. Sounds like this Claudio klepped the keyshard from Gizmo."
"But you can get into a van you made, right?" V asks.
"Easily. I know my own security measures. Won't even take me a few minutes to bypass and reset them to a new keyshard. Aldecaldos are big on community, right?" I ask.
"Most Nomad Clans are, yes. One big family, though all families have their troubles," Padre agrees.
"Maybe we should take Claudio alive then. If he got some of their family killed, giving them a chance to get some Nomad justice might placate them. If they don't want him, Gizmo will," I point out.
"How Claudio leaves this earthly plane, I leave to you. Only that he does," Padre says after a moment. "I am transferring the last known location, but these vans were designed to avoid detection. Scans slide off them, they do not appear on what few cameras exist in the Badlands. Claudio believes his deception is still unknown, and has gone out to meet his 'allies'. Deal with him, and retrieve the van."
"Understood," I say with a nod. "Thanks, abuelo."
I am well aware of how much he doesn't want me going on gigs, and was half expecting him to give us something utterly benign and safe.
"Go with God, nieto," Padre replies simply.
"So, we doing this?" Jackie asks excitedly.
"Yeah. Yeah, we are. I've got some ideas on how to track down the van, and my Mackinaw can handle the rough terrain," I say, a bubble of excitement in my chest.
Finally.
"We'll be in touch, with the van and the target secured," V promises, far more professional. "Come on, boys. Let's get to work."
Heading back to the car, I get in the driver's seat and set off for the Badlands. I'm fairly familiar with it, because it's the best place to test out my car's modifications without getting the NCPD sniffing around. That, or the highways if I'm in a car fast enough that they won't bother chasing me. Their cars are kinda shit, so if you're going fast enough they just shrug and don't bother giving chase.
As for the van we're looking for? It's not going to be easy. I made those things so they would not come up on any sensors, and not appear on camera, hell, I did everything to make them harder to find by the SoCal Border Patrol and Militech patrols beyond actually making them invisible.
…shit, I could make a car invisible with the right pieces. I already had a lot of ideas, but [Engineering] has sent some of them into overdrive. The shit I could make with enough time and resources…
"Hey, mind if we make a stop?" I ask, getting their attention.
"Sure, but where'd you wanna go?" Jackie asks curiously as I take a turn.
"My favourite place in Night City."
– V –
When Luis said he wanted to stop by his favourite place in the city, she couldn't deny she was deadly curious. Then, she was confused as fuck as he drove them to… the Night City Municipal Landfill. The mountain of trash and discarded shit that had piled up just outside of Santo Domingo.
Now, technically, it was all the property of the government, and as such, you weren't allowed to take anything from the mountain, but realistically, unless the police caught you in the act, unlikely as nobody was patrolling this shitheap, nothing was going to come of it. That wasn't even mentioning the fact that Luis' car had all the same mods that the smuggling vans had, turned on by the push of a button. He called it 'incognito mode', press a button, and you vanish off all technological sensors… which was basically all sensors. He mentioned that he was working on a version that worked on cyberoptics as well, which only convinced her more that he really was worth whatever trouble came from it.
She knew people in Counterintel who would pay six digits for a ride that could do what his Thornton could pull off. If he made the version that worked on most cyberoptics? Eight digits and a 'place in their Research department'. It wouldn't be an offer they'd let him refuse.
"Like this?" V asked, bringing him a piece of junk.
"Perfect, thanks, V. You wouldn't believe the shit people throw away in this city," Luis admitted with an excited grin. It was the most expression she'd seen on his face so far, as he put that toolbox of his to work in making… something?
"I don't get it. Why not stop at some junk vendor?" Jackie asked, leaning against the car. Despite his posture, she knew he had eyes on the road and his hand on his gun.
"Because either I buy good stuff and scrap it, wasting a fuckton of eddies, or I buy junk, and the amount I'd need for all the mods I've made over the past few months would raise too many eyebrows. I don't need the NCPD looking in on me in case I'm making a bomb in Mama Welles basement," Luis replied. "I pick up a piece or two from different vendors, sure, but I go to the same one too many times, and they start asking questions I don't want to answer."
"I can set up some middlemen to buy scrap for you, or even rummage through this trash heap themselves, in future. That said, Luis is right. With his gifts, we need to make sure the Corps don't look our way until it's too late for them to do anything about it," V agreed. People buying a piece of junk or two was nothing, but someone buying more and more scrap started to raise eyebrows.
"If we're gonna be doing jobs, I wanna make sure we have the best gear for it, so I'd appreciate that. For now, I'm almost done with this little baby," Luis explained.
"What is it?" V asked, watching him dismantle the broken radio she brought to scavenge the parts, adding them to the gadget he was working on. It was fairly large, but small enough to fit into the large trunk of his Mackinaw. Most Mackinaws had an open truck bed, but Luis had modded his to have it covered. Even still, it had plenty of space for gear and this gadget easily fit in.
"Keep this to the group, but it's a scanner that can bypass the anti-scanning measures I put on the vans," Luis explained quietly, gesturing for her to help move it to the back of the car. He activated it, which caused the strange-looking device to give off a quiet humming noise as the monitor he'd stolen from a broken computer came to life with a map of the city.
Hundreds, thousands, of little dots appeared on the map around them, most in Santo Domingo. Many of them were actively moving, and her eyes shot open in realisation.
"That's all the cars in the area, but I know the specs of the van we're looking for so…" Luis mumbled, jacking into the device as the numbers rapidly dropped until there were far less. Still a handful, but one stood out due to its close proximity to where the van had last been seen.
He'd made a scanner this good… from scrap found in a landfill, what he had in his truck, and with a box of basic tools? Fuck. What could he do with proper tools and materials?!
Was she sure that just dragging Luis into the back of the Thorton and riding him until he saw stars wasn't going to work? Damn it. Jackie could wait outside. Hell, Jackie could join in if it'd help her becoming the meat in this sandwich would help her lock Luis down.
"My guess, there's our van. Not sure about the target, but it's a start," Luis said, unaware of the danger his hips were in.
"Even if he's not there, the Wraiths should have a way to contact him. Assuming they didn't kill him themselves," V agreed, as if she wasn't currently scheming the best way to get into his pants and make it stick.
"Fucking clown. Backstabbing the gang, and for what? To saddle up with some fucking Wraiths? Half the gang was iffy about working with Nomads, but these are the guys who are so fucked up their own clans kicked them out," Jackie huffed. He might have left the gang (on good terms), but he still had a soft spot for them. Plus, he wasn't wrong.
Raffen were the worst of the worst, because it took some fucked up shit to get kicked out of your clan. Rapists, murderers, traitors. Not the type you teamed up with and expected them to keep their side of the bargain.
Honestly, if he was lucky, the Wraiths had already zero'd him and tossed his body in a ditch. The Nomads would do far worse, and the Valentinos? They had a punishment for everything and treason against the gang? Yeah, a bullet to the head from his traitorous 'allies' would be a mercy.
— Bonus Scene — Panam Palmer
Letting out a shout of frustration, she stormed off.
Yes, this was bad, but Saul was being a coward. So things had taken a turn for the worse with their deal with the Valentinos? It was still miles better than his fucking Biotechnica plan. The Wraiths had hit them, but Raffen hated clans more than they hated city folk, that was no surprise. Any chance the scum got to hit back at the clans that kicked them to the curb was something they'd grab happily.
She was starting to think coming back was a mistake, but Mitch was right; this deal was a chance for them to return to their roots. They knew the Badlands better than the patrols, and with that sweet van, smuggling damn near anything was easy money that the clan desperately needed. She'd come back because she was one of the best drivers in the clan, and if they were finally pulling their heads out of their asses, it was where she belonged.
Then a single run goes wrong because of some Raffen cocksuckers, and Saul pussies out and goes back to his 'let's lick Corpo asshole' plan. A single bump in the road had his balls falling off. What had happened to him to make him such a fucking pushover? It wasn't the Saul she knew, the Saul she grew up on stories about.
"Carol!" Panam shouted, spotting Carol leaving a tent. "How is he?"
"Bad," Carol admitted, a frown on his face. Mitch had been driving to the meet-up point, while she took a day off at his expense. If she had just- oh, what was she saying, if she'd been the one driving, she'd be just the one bleeding out in a tent with no meds because they were… oh yeah, fucking broke. "I take it Saul remains unchanged?"
"One thing goes wrong, badly wrong, and his balls shrink," Panam cursed, glaring at Saul's tent.
What a shitshow.
Author's Note: Did I include the Aldecaldos this early because of Panam's ass? Yes, obviously.
Fast and Furious 'tech' (which is just magic as far as I'm concerned, those movies are kinda wild) mixed with… oh, just fucking DC technology. Luis really is just a car wizard at this point. Fucker makes Squealer look bad.
Well, Squealer (and Skidmark) make Squealer look bad.
Fucker makes a sober Sherrel look bad.
Written: 27/02/2026