Street racing

[Wolfgang]

"Damn it, tell her I called okay." he said, his ears lowering.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

"um, alright, do you need a ride or something?"

[Wolfgang]

"No, I'll be back whenever." he said sighing.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

"Alright then, see you when you get here." Paul hangs up the phone and sets it down on the table. "Now, back to that hemoi." he says walking over and revving up the drill.

[Dr. Strange]

Mortem threw her wrench, appearing beside Paul. She poked him. "Who was that? Why'd they call my phone?" She demanded, looking breathless.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Paul hands her her phone. "Chillax, man. It was Wolfgang, he sounded pretty upset or peeved, i couldn't tell wich." Paul turns back to the drill press then looks back up. "He wanted you to call him back when you got in."

[Dr. Strange]

"Alright." She growled, throwing the crowbar in her hand at the pile of junk in the back. "Pick up...." She rumbled, listening to the phone ring.

[Wolfgang]

Wolfgang heard his phine ring and picked up. "Hello." he said.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Paul wheels the crane and drill and messed up hemi block into one of the noise proof rooms so Mortem could talk with Wolfgang in private.

[Octavia]

~Debonis and Tracey arrived at Juston's place stopping in front of an open garage door and  tall ferret slumped over the side of a car~ "alright man..where's the stuff..?" he asked walking in the garage

"Oh right..I've got them...follow me" said Justin leading the two to the second floor of his garage pulling off a blanket to reveal soem rather nicely chromed parts...~

"These look great..they'll work perfectly" said Debonis

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

paul drills out all the stud holes and rethreads them, then gets going on cleaning all the rest of the grime from the block.

[Scyler]

*walks into Wolfgang's garage*
"Hello? Is anyone here?"

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Paul calls out from the back of the shop "Hey scyler, you wanna bring me a fresh set of 426 hemi pistons!?"

[Scyler]

"Sure thing Paul." *grabs four and walks over to him* "How many ya need?"

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

"I need 8, thanks." He takes the half set from Scyer and uncaps one of the rods and drops out and old piston. "see how worn those rings are? and how scrred the dome is? That's supposed to be domed, it's flattened, all chipped off and stuff." Paul tosses the ruined piston into the melting heap. "This engines been through hell."