Closed rp||Delusionalholmesboy
Deep in the confines of an overcrowded garage, Silver lay on a creeper beneath the body of a BMW, with an assortment of tools by his side as he examined the wheel bearings of the vehicle. Silver enjoyed mechanics, ever since his uncle introduced him to heavy machinery when he was a boy he was fascinated with how they worked. The mercenary spent a lot of his childhood pulling apart little electronic toys or dvd players and putting them back together again, and his uncle realised he had quite a knack for it, and managed to get his nephew into quite a few garage’s for work experience.
Silver held a part time job here at this garage, O’Sullivan’s, in the south of Dublin, where he spent most of his time when he wasn’t off in other parts of the world hunting down the victim’s of his contracts. Thankfully, this month had been a rather slow one in term’s of people wanting their enemies killed, so Silver was finally able to relax and get back to doing what he loved for at least a little while. It was also nice to be able to spend time in your own apartment for once. Silver was getting sick of having to spend numerous nights in random hotels across the globe with no confirmed date on when he was coming home.
Messing with a couple of the tool’s on the car’s underbelly, Silver was unaware of anybody entering or leaving the building. Not that it was his job. He was just a mechanic. Linda was the one in charge of helping any customers with broken vehicles who came by, although Silver was sure the secretary had gone off for her lunch.
