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Tanner There's something soothing about working on a car. Oh, nothing as strenuous as pulling out perfectly good parts and tossing in some souped-up power booster. Just good old fashioned grease-on-your-hands tune ups. Since he had the experience in the Army motor pool, Kevin had become the go-to guy to keep the company car up to scratch. Lots of burn outs and tight corners at top speed tended to take their toll. A good bit of the maintenance for the van went into replacement hubcaps and tires. Some of the liability insurance, too, ever since that one guy got a settlement after being "grievously injured" by one of said rolling hubcaps. As the boombox plays out some Queen he reminisces on some of the recent jobs. Independence Hall was always considered to be haunted, but Thursday's job proved it so. But at least the team didn't have to suffer through the media circus that could have been if it'd been a founding father they'd hauled off to the containment unit. That's a hell of a bullet dodged right there. Instead, it was just a Class 3 something or other. Anything less than a 5 was pretty much a cakewalk as far as Kevin was concerned. But this had been a fun outing anyway. The spook had been stuck inside some office and hadn't done the usual thing of levitating the room and putting everything upside-down on the ceiling. Instead, it'd been on the wall. That was a neat trick. Plus, it'd been hell to secure everything so it didn't all crash down when someone hit it with a containment stream. Wouldn't want to damage historical treasures, right? Kevin puts the filter back on and slides out on the rollerboard to refill the oil when the call comes in. He's wiping off his hands when the team's resident smart guy answers it. Well, he'll find out what's going on soon enough. Might as well finish up so they can roll out. pre:PFC Kevin Tanner, US Army Personal Goal: Money Brownie Points: 20 Brains - 2 - Mechanical Repair - 5 Muscle - 3 - Running - 6 Moves - 4 - Fire Weapon - 7 Cool - 3 - Calm under fire - 6 Equipment: - Proton Pack - Ghost Trap - Ecto-Visor
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Tanner "Is nobody going to make the blue light special joke? At a supermarket, no less? Is it all down to me on this one?" Kevin sighs and zips up his jumpsuit to cover the oily t-shirt underneath. Time to move out. He heads over to grab his kit from the locker and hauls it over to the van before settling in behind the driver's seat once more. "Might as well make this quick. Could just be another crank. Maybe this guy lost some inventory and needs an excuse."
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Tanner "I thought the sideways room was neat, but if you want to focus on ghost-powered bronze robots you're free to do so." Kevin leans out the window and slaps a hand against the driver's door. "Let's go, Sam! On the bounce, soldier. We need to pick up some Cracklin' Ghost Bran."
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Tanner Kevin's about to draw his pack but quickly notices the lack of a blue glow. And since when do ghosts leave trails of powder instead of ectoplasm? "Sir? Are you alright? Do you need assistance?"
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Tanner "Yes, sir. Asking questions is all part of the job." Kevin turns to the rest of the team. "I can take point unless either of you wants to get dredged in flour first."
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Tanner Kevin nods and readies his wand. It wasn't too hard to needle, uh, "Wizard" into modifying it a little to make it more comfortable for a serviceman. Just something a little more familiar with a stock and grips, not unlike the M4 he was used to. Sure it hung a little funny off the pack, but once it's out Kevin's ready for action. He puts his head down and eyes up and moves forward into the store. Mr Lunt got hit with flour, so Baking Needs was the first likely stop.
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