Seanday Bonus: The Mechanic

I wasn't impressed, there was a new guy in town. The news had filtered through the grapevine that the boss of Romans Gym had been compromised. Lets just say he wasn't himself anymore, not that his clientele would notice.

Whoever was investing in the business had a lot of money and resources. One by one all their staff were being replaced; intercepted turned into suits and being worn by their own people.

The business wasn't new, I'd been doing it for years but not to this scale. Prospective buyers would access the members list of the gym and pick their new identity; typically wealthy foreigners or criminals looking for an exit.

I needed in on this business, so I followed one of their personal trainers. I knew they were in middle of an acquisition as a muscular 23 year old was slumped in the passenger seat.

They stopped and picked up an older guy, a portly man with sweaty skin. They continued their journey to a scrap yard and were greeted by a heavy built guy in coveralls. His skin was bronzed, and patched with oil and sweat. This had to be the mechanic, the guy that made the suits and controlled the 'body shop'.


The personal trainer, slung the unconscious guy over his shoulder and with the old guy followed the mechanic into a rusty cargo unit.

I waited. Around thirty minutes later the door swung open, and the mechanic confidently walked out. Moments later the 23 year old left the unit, blinking in the sunlight. He jumped and stretched, and I knew the old guy was getting used to his new identity. The PT slapped his back and I watched them leave.

The mechanic was where the money was--the control. I didn't waste any time, from my pocket I pulled my tazer--the only tool I needed for my work.

The mechanic had returned to the cargo unit and I quietly followed him inside. I jabbed the tazer into his neck and squeezed, and he collapsed to the floor.

I checked his mouth, pulling at its edges expecting a suit but he wasn't wearing one. I had to use another method on this business take-over.

Quickly I pulled my clothes off, and rolled the mechanic onto his front. Taking a shoulder of the coveralls in each hand I pulled them off his back and down to his waist. I smiled at his wide strong back as I climbed on and pushed my legs down into the coveralls with his. I grabbed an arm in turn and push them down into the sleeves pulling the coveralls over both our shoulders. With a little effort I rolled over so he was laying on top of me, using his own weight he slowly sunk, forcing me inside his body.

I woke with a jerk, and sat up. I was Jason--the mechanic, controlling this new business. Outside I heard a voice and scrambled to my feet. It was the boss of the gym, one of 'my' workers. He handed me a bag, my eyes almost popped when I looked inside it was filled with cash. It was then I knew I'd picked a wise investment.