Alphas mechanic

chapter VII

Several days later.

The tank was looking like a tank. Finally, I mean why don't people take care of their 17 ton pets? I mean really. 

I stood up and popped my back, looking at my handy work as the refitted engine sat in its new home. I had replaced the rotted GM diesel with a newer more powerful and efficient one that I had built out of spare parts.

Closing the hatch and jumping down I walked back and looked at the M4 as a whole. The mostly now rust free surface painted in standard issue olive drab green 75mm main gun and .50 cals mounted on the top and inside. The fixed tracks and axles, and the guts of the massive beast had been fixed as well. Admiring my work I can say that I am happy with my final result.

I had also made a large improvement, or well one that I hope actually worked. Because it was going to be only me inside the tank I had modified the loading system to go by itself, and the turning mech/fireing mech had been changed so I could do it all from the drivers seat.

Walking over to the bay door I pealed back the tape covering it and looked outside. The daylight making me squint my eyes. I smiled and turned off the music cutting off Orden ogan's F.E.V.E.R. Right in the middle of a solo. 

I opened the bay door for the M4 and almost jumped in. I sat down in the new seat I had taken from my truck and relaxed into it. looking out the view port the concrete driveway looked boring. I turned the engine over and the M4A5 as I had dubbed it, roared to life with my gas gauge lowering slightly. (Stupid thing took 5 gallons to start) I smiled, put it in gear, then slammed the peddle to the floor, tracks sliding on the polished concrete. Once They caught I shot off into the nearby woods. lets just say I had a fun rest of my day, and several trees are no longer standing.

-------(alpha's POV)

I was sitting at my desk doing paperwork when one of my scouting wolves almost went trough the wooden door.

"Are we being attacked?" I stated in a calm voice, looking up from my tax form I happened to be working on.

"No, it's about that human. He has a tank." Was all he said and he collapsed onto the floor panting. He must have ran full tilt to get here.

"We have been monitoring his expenses. How did he get ahold of a tank?" I stated calmly.

One of the elder wolves walked in with a questioning look on his face.

"What do you mean, He has a tank?" He looked curious and not all that scared.

"A human we have been watching for a while has tank and we want to know where he got it. He never bought it. Apparently he's driving it around as we speak." I said as I leaned back.

He seemed to be pondering the new information. "When WWII ended, they had a surplus of tanks and aircraft. Your grandfather had thought that it could benefit the pack if he bought a surplus M4A2. It didn't work out too well as everyone didn't like how loud it was, nor how much it cost to rearm the thing at the time. So it was abandoned in the western part of the territory. I am going to assume that your human now has that same tank and has restored it to working order. If you could recruit him or hire him. He could be a grate asset. But don't wait too long or someone else might get there before you." He smiled and walked away leving me with a dumbstruck look on my face.

"When you recover, I want you to bring the human back here. And try not to force him." I did not want a repeat of last time.