It was another beautifully warm day in Monte Carlo, the sun was shining, there was a breeze coming off the ocean, birds were chirping, tourists were bouncing around like ignorant fools, and Regan was in the garage. How lovely. Normally, she'd be ecstatic that she could be inside working on an engine to make it purr or even doing a simple brake change, but not today. Today was just one of those days where she woke up not wanting to go to work and wanting to lounge on the beach instead. Even with the tourists bouncing around being annoying, ogling at every little thing that was to see that wasn't normal in the US, asking questions she didn't feel like answering while the normal population was attempting to live their daily lives, she wanted to be on the beach. At least it was beautiful and cool down there with the water offering even further refreshing of the skin. Hell, Regan could even attempt to give herself a tan.

Instead, she managed to drag herself out of bed rather early on in the day, braiding her hair back out of her face to keep it out of the way. Her apartment was comfortable, not upscale and spoiling like her home had been in the states because that was just a little obvious, but it was comfortable for her. She adored her little apartment. Off the main roads, away from too many tourists, quiet neighbors, and it was in an unassuming area of town that had been deemed 'safe' instead of being full of gangs or whatever people heard on the news. Once she was all set with lunch, drinks, and dressed, Regan made her way down to the shop to open up for the day. There was still one car left on the lift that she had to finish centering a new set of brake lines on that she hadn't managed to finish yesterday, and she was sure there was a whole new set of cars to work on today. At least she had some time to settle in before getting right to work like a dog. 

In the office she started the computer up, set her stuff in the fridge and sat down to change into her work boots. Sometimes she missed being back home in the states where she could work on her cars in a smaller garage with maybe a few other friends. Here, the garage was larger, there were more workers, and the pay wasn't as nice despite the inflated prices here. At least she had better tools to work with, she had made sure her bay was full of the top tools to complete her job better. There were quite a few things she missed about the states and then she looked out her bedroom window, saw the beautiful town of Monte Carlo and remembered why she did actually enjoy living here. This was considered paradise to some people, a place of dreamy homes and personal beaches, and she was living in it. 

Sighing with a shake of her head, Regan tapped a few keys to check the list of things that had to be done before moving out into her bay and opening the garage door. There she could get some air flowing in here, make it less like hell and more like relaxing. Looking at the Hyundai above her, Regan set to pulling the old brake lines out once they were drained, singing along to the radio as she worked. Today was just another day in 'paradise'.

There was nothing like the feel of the wind on your face. Especially when in a beautiful paradise like Monaco. It was like nothing else on earth and Mac felt as if she'd found heaven after years of the smog filled cities on the east coast. Granted, Europe had its share of smog but Monaco? With the fresh scent of the Mediterranean filling her senses? All that seemed far away. Which was actually a good thing, all things considered. After the night before, the brunette was in need of something to make the difference obvious and the sun glittering off the historic architecture brought it home with clarity. Thank freaking god.



Letting the Nissan 370Z Roadster whip up the road, Mac didn't even bother to brake when she flew past a sitting duck and heard the angry exclaimation shout up from behind her. Lifting a one finger salute behind her in the air, she gave it an idle wave before grabbing another gear and sending the convertible creening put a hill towards her destination.Feeling the smirk turning up her lips, she almost laughed at herself because she knew she must have a bit of a sadistic streak when she got cheap thrills off scaring the crap out of people. 

Then again, it was sort of fun just watching them hop around like a bunch of nuns caught with their knickers down. 


Inwardly shaking her head at her own thoughts, Mac saw her goal come into sight and blew out a breath. God, she hoped Squeekers had some coffee or something going cause she freaking needed it. The crap Quinn drank was enough to make her want to dump the whole tea set over his head and she was in dire need of some good, American made java. Who'd have thought THAT would actually be something she missed, right?


Easing the midnight blue car up into the bay belonging to her friend, the young woman saw the door open and for shits and giggles, laid on the horn. "Bout time you got up, Biotch!"

Squeeker was singing along to whatever was on the radio as she went about pulling the brake lines from the car above her head. Looking at a piece that broke off in her hand, she frowned and shook her head, realizing this car was as much of a piece of shit as she thought. That was sort of the norm here in Monte Carlo, despite the fact that it was a very tourist-rich area people just couldn't afford nicer cars. Some could, like the racers and such, but the rest of the normal population simply couldn't. Then when they needed something fixed on their little car, they normally waited so long that the problem became worse. Like this car. It made her wonder if all of the tourism was in fact hurting the citizens of Monte Carlo since no one seemed to be able to afford a good car.


Sighing a bit, Regan stepped around to the other side to start that set of lines, getting annoyed with the dry rotting mess. How the lines got into the state of disarray and dry rotting they were was completely beyond Regan, since she had only sent his happen once before. And that had been on a car that had sat in an open lot for thirteen years. She had gotten[so involved in what she was doing she hadn't noticed the super car rolling up into her garage. At the moment her arms were up in the underside of the car, along with her head, damn near jumping out of her skin when Mac laid on the horn. Yelling in surprise, she leaned down to see who it was and shook her head, rolling her eyes. "I been up! The hell you been?" Regan held onto the tube she had pulled out of the car, making her way towards Mac.

"Hey, ever seen brake lines do this?" she smirked, bending the tube a little until it crumbled instead of simply bending it half like it should. Tossing it into the trash she settled against one of the pillars, "What's up that you're bugging me at work?"

Smirking at her friends come back, Mac climbed out of her Nissan and was heading around to the front when Regan held out the thing in question. "Dude, I've already listened to Noah's grumpy ass for hours. I had to get the fuck out of dodge before I was tempted to do something that would get me arrested." she shot back before glancing down at the object the other woman head out. Frowning a bit, she slipped her dark shades up on top of her head as she studied the pieces. "Hell no I haven't. That shit looks dangerous. Piece malfunctioning or something?" she asked, leaning back on the hood of the car.

Waiting for Regan to answer her question, the ebony haired beauty reached for her smokes and pulled one out. Although it wasn't a habit she often indulged it, every once in awhile it was at least a calming act. 90% of the time, she never even lit the damned things up. As she puzzled over the problem her friend had just presented her with, however, it was almost automatic. "Whatever it is, you better be glad you found it by the looks of it." she continued, a mirad of thoughts running through her quick mind. "Your cars been locked up right?" she asked almost as an after thought.

Question out, Mac habitually glanced up and down the street as if looking for someone or something. What she was looking for depended on the day but she was in constant notice of her surroundings. "Anything out of the ordinary happen lately?"

MacKenzie was lucky most days that Regan loved the girl to death because otherwise, she might not have survived a few times. Not that Regan ever really had to save Kenzie's ass since the girl did it herself, but they got along so well that there hadn't been a time that Regan wanted to slit her throat. Occasionally maybe punch her lights out, like now when she scared the shit out of her, but never wanted to kill her. Not yet anyway. Shaking her head as Kenzie asked about the brake line crumbling in her hand, "No, it's more like this person doesn't take care of their precious car. That's a brake line, that blew, and now I see why." 

Stepping aside to toss the crumbling pieces away before yanking the rest of the line, Regan hadn't been listening too much until she heard Kenzie questioning where her car was. The Z was Regan's literal baby, it was always somewhere safe so Kenzie's question was a little silly but even more, it was not a question that Kenzie asked often. Frowning deeply and stepping around to grab the new lines she was installing, Re nodded slowly. "It's behind you," she pointed to her second bay which was really just there to store her car during the day. Her baby wasn't getting sun bleached nor rained on any more than it needed to be while driving. Anyone who knew Regan knew that car wasn't far away where she couldn't see it.

"Why are you being so skitsy?" she questioned. Kenzie was being a little too cautious about her surroundings and it was making Regan uncomfortable. Reaching up into the undercarriage, she carefully threaded the line back into place, connecting it where it needed to be before popping the clasp off that had been keeping the remaining brake fluid out of the bad part of the line. "Nothing here, at least. It's been a quiet few weeks of fixing cars and working on Zeemer. Why? What's going on?"

If there was one thing Mac was, it was alert. She didn't let her guard down for anything and that hadn't changed since being stateside. If anything, it had only gotten worse, to the point she was almost paranoid about her surroundings. It was something that was both good and bad but had saved her life on more than one occasion so she'd long ago stopped fighting that ever present compulsion. Better safe than sorry right? Right.

Blowing out a breath, the brunette finally quit looking down the street and turned to face her friend. Leaning on the hood of the Nissan, Mac shrugged and took a sip of her latte out of her to go cup. "Nothing more than usual. Noah's getting twitchy is all. Wants us to be more careful about our activities. Word has it, someones been asking questions and he and Quinn are being closed mouth asses. You know how they get when they are on a roll. Its like .... Mom and Dad times ten." she returned, playing it off as if it were nothing. "Theres that job coming up in Paris and they just want us to keep our noses clean till then, I guess. No reason to tip off the wrong people as to what we are up too, right?"

Then, glancing back at the car the other woman was working on, Mac frowned. Shaking her head, she took another long drink of her coffee before lifting her face to the sun. "You and those cars. I don't know how you do it. I'd probably take a pipe wrench to some idiot who brought their baby in like that. Seriously, people are freaking stupid at times. Something like that could get a body killed. If you cant take care of it.. Go back to riding a horse and buggy, dude."

Ok, so maybe that was a bit extreme but Mac wasn't known for holding her tongue. She said what she thought and anyone who knew her either could like it or lump it. Thankfully,most of her crew was the same way.

Regan sighed as she listened to MacKenzie babble on about how their lovely bosses wanted them on edge and being quiet as to not tip anyone else off. Glancing over at the woman, she glanced at the clothing she had on before deciding Kenzie wouldn't scratch her precious car before going back to her work. "I hear you. Less attentiong we can draw to ourselves the better. Guess I won't be going to the races tonight," she grumbled in annoyance, sighing and shaking her head. It was sort of a ritual that Regan had just about every night, sort of like how a druggie had their heroin. Racing was her heroin. But, hearing that Mom and Dad were upset over someone asking too many questions and the upcoming job made her relax and back off the idea of racing for the night. "Great, always wanted to see Paris. Oh! Wait! I'm going to be working." She rolled her eyes and tugged on the brake line in annoyance. 

"This is all these people can afford, Kenz," she sighed, finishing with hooking the lines in and turning to drop the lift down some. "We, my dear, may live in modest homes while spoiling ourselves with our excessive amount of cash, but these people, sadly, don't have the cash. Plain and simple." Regan shook her head while filling the brake fluid back up again and capping the lines off. Stopping for a second, Regan smirked a bit. "Remember back in Charleston, the one job we did where the crew we were going after had next to no cars. Like, their cars were gutted pieces of shit Lumina's and such? I remember them trying to get away and we had them sectioned off before they even made it out of the parking lot."

That was enough to get her giggling nearly uncontrollably thanks to lack of sleep to the point Regan couldn't function enough. "I need to go to bed," she mused lightly, grabbing the ledger book nearby to fill out the official receipt of work for whenever the customer came to pick it up. "Oh, and you can tell Quinn and Noah I've got us 5 sleepers in the back lot. Unclaimed cars, updated the engines, put new exhausts on them and switched two over to manuals. V8's, 400 plus horse power, and enough torque in the one to fuck the engine block up the first time I ran it. So, if they want them they can give me 20 a car. If not, I'mma sell them for 60 on the street. A piece." She smirked as she looked over at Kenzie, perking an eyebrow. "How's that for working on shitty cars?"