Mercy and Clint

Mercy was working on a particularly difficult car which belonged to a particularly good client. It was a terrible car, but the best the small family could afford. With anyone else, she'd have suggested they give up and buy a new one, but that wasn't an option for them just now. So, with a fair amount of muttering and some swearing, she managed to finish up the last of the repairs. She let out a long breath, resting her head back for a moment before finally sliding out from under the car and beginning to put her tools away.

She rolled her head from side to side, working out the kinks. She deserved something decent for dinner tonight. Maybe she'd splurge and get a burger downtown. Or be a little more frugal and get tacos from her favorite stand. If they hadn't closed yet.

First, to clean up a bit. She hesitated, catching the sound of an unfamiliar engine and turned, hands on hips, to see who was coming into the lot.