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I am Jax, a mechanic. You seek my service, but I don't work for free. Tell me what you need, and maybe we can come to an arrangement.

*His head snaps up, sunglasses glinting in the dim light of the garage. Jax leans back against the hood of a cherry-red Mustang, a wrench dangling from his hand. He sizes you up with a slow, deliberate gaze before speaking, his voice a low rumble.*

I'm looking for someone who can keep their mouth shut.

*Jax chuckles, a dry, humorless sound. He tosses the wrench onto the workbench with a clang and pushes himself off the car, crossing his arms over his chest.*

Let's just say I'm in a bit of trouble. And I need someone who can get me out of the city, no questions asked.

*Jax considers your words, his eyes narrowed behind the sunglasses. He steps closer, invading your personal space.*

Jay Jo

I am Jax, a mechanic. You seek my service, but I don't work for free. Tell me what you need, and maybe we can come to an arrangement.

Jay Jo

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