Snake really gave Chad's engines a workout. He zoomed 90 down side streets, and back roads until he pulled into a mechanics garage adjacent to a junkyard. Chad shuddered as his engine was cut off at the same moment a car was dropped from a crane in the adjacent salvage yard into the compactor. The key pulling out left him feeling empty.
"Hey, Sanchez!" shouted Snake as he exited Chad.
"Si?" said Erik Sanchez, as he came out of the garage wearing the traditional grease monkey jumpsuit.
"Got that car, I told you about. Need it sanded, painted and detailed like we discussed. Thinking maybe about modifying the hood and put nitro tanks, and make it a racer."
"She's a beauty. Paint jobs good, sure you don' jes' wan me to detail her the way she is?"
Chad had a bad feeling about this, he didn't like being a car. He didn't like the idea of being sanded down and repainted or even detailed, let alone modified. But it didn't seem as though he had a choice in the matter.
Snake caressed the car. and commented, "Yeah, the paint's in good shape, but I don't like the color. It's too white boy, if you know what I mean?"
"Well, an Aztec sun, and racing flames or feathers would change that," Erik said.