"[b]Alright, what kind of car is it, and what's been going on?[/b]" Dimitri grunted into his phone as he swiveled around in his computer chair. It seemed as though even on his off days there was no respite from his job, nor from his annoying coworkers. On the other end of the line the sound of rustling papers could be heard as his coworker Shannon searched through a few files for a car that was causing her a bit of trouble at the shop, "[i]Looks like we got a honda accord here. Apparently it hasn't been running too good, the guy had to get it towed here, said it was making a godawful rattling noise. Nothing really seems wrong, pretty weird considering the records say that this car just came in three days ago. Timing chain replacement.[/i]". 

Dimitri mulled this over as he idly plucked a piece of beef jerky out of the bag on his computer desk and popped it into his mouth, years of deconstructing and occasionally cannibalizing the parts of vehicles from past victims when he'd lived with his family had made Dimitri extremely knowledgable when it came to working with cars, and while it was a boon for his job, it was nothing but a source of annoyance on his off days when someone needed to know something.

"[b]Wait, what model did you shay it whash again?[/b]" The wendigo garbled from around his jerky, "[i]Ugh, why do you talk with your mouth full man? Do you ever stop eating, Cap'n Crunch? Like, ever?[/i]" "[b]You want my help or not?[/b]". Shannon gave an audible and heavily exaggerated sigh that made Dimitri's mouth curl into a snarl, "[i]An '01 from the looks of things, why?[/i]". Though the action was lost due to Shannon not being there to see it, Dimitri pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head, "[b]Pre '03 accords use timing [u]belts[/u] not timing [u]chains[/u].[/b]" "[i]Oh. OH. Fuck how did I miss that?[/i]" "[b]Who the hell did you have work on the car?[/b]" "[i]That new guy, Jason.[/i]". Dimitri pinched the bridge of his nose even harder. He despised all of his coworkers, but Jason was in a league of his own, having cemented his place at the top of Dimitri's "coworkers to murder" list by taking the height jokes and pranks a bit further than Dimitri was willing to tolerate. Needless to say, when Dimitri finally did snap and go about killing everyone at the autoshop, Jason's death would be particularly gruesome. "[b]I'm going to hang up now. I'm going to hang up before I come beat Jason to death with a vehicle maintenance manual.[/b]" "[i]Yeesh, grumpy. Any way thanks for the he-[/i]" *beep*. Dimitri slowly set his phone down and stared out of the window, his irises slowly shifting from blue to a dark red color. He'd taken this day off for a reason: He needed to hunt, and hunt he would. The wendigo wordlessly got out of his seat and went into his bedroom to prepare.