Mark listened to the patrons on the bus as they marveled at the hero that Flew by earlier. [i]Mach Valkyrie huh? Sounds awesome![/i]  Mark thought before he felt the bus turn and start down a dirt road. The shocks on the bus seemed to be doing ok, but Mark could feel that this bus wasn’t built for this Off-road adventure. He heard the stones hitting the side of the bus and again heard the gears grind as the drive shifted it into gear.  

“Probably should check under the hood before heading off. This old girl seems to be on her last leg,” Mark said to himself as he patted the empty seat next to him like it was a pet.  There was more commotion and Mark shifted his gaze up towards the front as someone yelled, “it's Saint!” Mark’s jaw dropped at the sheer size of the man standing outside waiting for them. [i]Holy shit he huge![/i] Mark cursed in his mind before he looked at the structure behind him.

“Whoa,” Mark said before he blurted out, “Oh now that’s fucking awesome!” the building behind Saint looked like a very old scrapyard. It reminded him of all the times he and his dad went to find metal and car parts to fix up old cars or rebuild a car from the ground up. 

“I bet you could find all sorts of cool stuff there,” Mark marveled. The bus started to slow down and as it came to a stop Mark grabbed his bag but didn’t head for the door. Instead, he walked up to the bus driver and asked, “Mind if I check the engine? It seems this old girl has a few problems that might need to get addressed. Otherwise, she’ll be in pain for a while before she dies.” Mark acted like the bus was some kind of animal that was in distress, but that’s how he always treated vehicles. His father acted the same way and he figured he got that little trait from him.