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Life is not about light or dark. It is messy, it is grey, and it is powerful. A Hero does not have to be an Adonis that glistens in the sun with muscles crafted by the gods. Heroes do not have to sa...
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Walker magnetics is a real company. I found this out while writing this chapter. So naturally, it had to be featured!
--Warning this chapter has some harsh language. It was done to stay true to the characters.
Charlie pulled up to the dockyard on his Tesla rocket cycle. He was instantly greeted by the dockmaster. A pudgy man with strong arms and a grizzled complexion. "I heard you were having trouble with the grabber?"
The man nodded and lead Charlie to the 'Walker Magnetics Grabber' that hung over the dockyard like a hungry dinosaur. "The blasted thing has been acting wild for days. We cannot even turn it on without it going crazy. It's picking up random crates and then just dropping them. It's like the damn thing is haunted!" He looked around nervously, he clearly hated being anywhere near the machine. "We have already lost thousands of dollars in product. If it happens again I will lose my job," he gulped. "At minimum. If you catch my drift, Walker." He edged towards the door. "You better fix this thing Walker or it's your company who will answer for the damages."
Charlie made an act of inspecting the machine and whistled. He pointed to a part of it that was completely rusted away. "You all need to take better care of your equipment. This will take a while," When the dockmaster did not move Charlie groaned. "I am sure you have more important things to do." The dockmaster nodded appreciatively and hurried away. Charlie peeked over the dashboard to make sure the coast was clear and then climbed out of the grabber.
He pulled safety gear out of his toolbag, safety gear that was the same make and model of gear that every single worker had on. The dockmaster had raised an eyebrow when Charlie showed up in jeans and a teeshirt. He was not used to the corporate types wearing anything but Armani suits and suede shoes. No doubt picking their way along the dirt and debris of the docks. His attire had put the dockmaster at ease. The working man outfit always did, and Chalie preferred it but today he had a purpose to his overtly casual attire.
He nodded at some dock workers, who whispered excitedly when they saw him. One of them looked like they were going to approach him, he gave them a single cold look and he immediately thought better of the idea. The workers watched him for a few more minutes then went back to arguing over a clip board.
Finally, Charlie found it. The control center. He smiled to himself and walked right into the office. Unfortunately for him, the Dock Master was also there. However, before he had a chance to question Charlie, Charlie cut him off with some exorbitantly technical explanation and headed to the mainframe computers.
The dockmaster pulled at his shoulder. "Hey man, what do you think you're doing?" Charlie lightly touched a small trigger hidden in his pocket, and then repeated himself. He was not lying about what he was doing, which gave him a delicious taste of his own humor, he just knew that no one would understand it.
