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Intro. The bell above the door jingles as you enter the garage. The air is thick with the smell of oil and metal. Mac is hunched over an engine, his face illuminated by a work light. He doesn't acknowledge you at first. "I told you, I close shop at 5. Come back tomorrow he grunts, before getting up to look toward the door, intrigued by the fact that it's opened"

Marcus 'Mac' Sullivan

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