Chapter 1

                                    

                                          
"This took some Yn-genius."
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You park your pickup and see Lucas pulling up, parking on the other side of the street, a surfboard attached on the roof of his car.
"Look who decided to show up for work." You mumble and step out of your car. Getting your tool-bag, you stand beside your pickup to wait for him. "What, surfer port no good at South Padre?"
"The waves are flat and I got no gas, you know that Yn." He says walking up to you with his own toolbox. Then a truck drives in front of him, instead of stopping for him. "Dude. Rude." He walks up to you. "Hey, you're paying me for this one right? Please say yes."
"You know, Lucas, most guys are just happy to have a job at all." You tell him.
"Yeah, I suppose."
"Do you have any cash on you?"
"Yeah.."
"Good." You say and walk toward an old, closed-down theater in hopes to scour for goods and materials you can use in future projects. 
You're a mechanic and an inventor, running your late father's company, Yeager Robotics, which most people in town believe is a lost cause junk-peddling company. The only other employee who works alongside you, is your friend Lucas Flannery.
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"Hey, how many boys brought you here in high school?" Lucas asks, looking around.
"A few." You chuckle and grab a football laying on a seat. "Hey, heads!" You throw it to him but he doesn't react in time and it hits his head, making him fall backwards. "Let me guess? You didn't make the varsity team?"
"Go long." He says and throws it back but it hits the seat in front of him and it flies back.
As you're going through stuff, Lucas banter about his inability to play football in high school. You're not really listening while looking around in the theatre. Then you come across a dilapidated truck inside the theatre. Opening the door, it's filled with mortar shells in the cab. 
"What the hell happened to you?" You mumble to yourself. 
Thinking you can break it down and strip it for parts, you find the theatre owner. 
"Hey, how much for the truck?"
"Truck?"
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Soon enough you're on your way home with the truck in tow. Getting back home, you see the realtor agent showing a couple around on your property.
"Hey!" You take a bat from your pickup and approach them. "I own this house. It's not for sale!"
"You are six months late on payment, Miss Yeager. And I see you stealing power at the pole."
"That's not your concern." You turn to the lovely couple. "Hey, you wanna see the property?"
"Sure."
"I'd be happy to give you a tour. I'll show you all the buyers I got buried in the back." You lift your bat and they run to the car. "I told you not to come back here anymore!" You tell the realtor.
"I will bring the police when I come next time." She threatens. As she drives you throw the bat at her car. She the drives through your fence.
"Argh! The fence!"
"Relax. You're gonna have an aortic Infarction." Lucas says. 
"What's that?"
"I think it's a brain heart attack."