Jeff darted ran over to the group of twenty something mechanics. There were six in total. Carlos, Paco, Fracois, Buddy, J.P., and Jacks their jumpsuits read.
Carlos was apparently their leader. He had a large beer belly and chubby cheeks. His black Mexican hair was short and the only other defining feature he portrayed was the triangle of hair on his chin.
Paco was much more defined than Carlos. His hair, too was short and complemented with a chinstrap wrapping under his chin. His hot Mexican body glistened as the sweat reflected sun off his body.
Francois was a tall and skinny lad. He was much more refined than the others. His French accent was complemented by long black hair slicked back and a neatly trimmed goatee.
Buddy was a white boy. He was heavily muscle and lacked any definitive hair on his body. He was shaved bald to flaunt his muscles.
J.P. appeared to be the youngest of the crew. Barely eighteen his brown hair spiked off his head. He also sported thick sideburns that took the length of his face and piercings in his lip and nose.
Jacks was by far the grungiest. He had Surfer blond hair and a fair amount of untamed stubble. He wore his overalls half off, flaunting a rug of chest hair.
"I need help!" Jeff exclaimed.
"Buzz off peepsqueek, we go bizness," a lazy Mexican accent of Carlos called back.
Jeff was not to be deterred. He explained his predicament and Their fellow Chuck's pain. They didn't seem to recall a "Chuck" and dismissed Jeff. By this time Jeff was boiling.
"YOU WILL HELP ME!" Jeff yelled.
The men lined up in front of Jeff and simultaneously replied "We will help you."
Jeff was taken back. It was like they were hypnotized then it hit him. Madame Illusia's powers had been rubbing off on him. He could control these men and he liked it. He decided to test this power further.