Rod Audition

"Langston, some people here to see ya!"

The pair of legs hanging out from under a red car in the back of the shop nodded, forgetting the other guy couldn't see him right now. Op, right, he couldn't see him right now. Langston shook his head to himself (since the guy couldn't see that, either) and stopped working long enough to take the wrench out of his mouth and speak up. "A'right, be out in a couple," he rattled out casually, shifting himself into a more comfortable position to get back to work and figure out who the heck could want to see him once he got out from under his car. He didn't hear footsteps walking away from him in the empty shop, though, and peeked out from under the set of the car to see his boss still standing there. Lang cocked his eyebrow, the corner of his mouth following suit. "Everything good?", he asked, wondering what else in the world his boss could want. "Uh...I think they want to see ya now, kid." Lang really got his eyebrow up for that comment. "Uh...gonna tell me who'd be in such an all-fire hurry to see me, big man?" He didn't have to see his boss to know he shrugged. "Some guys in suits."

Lang immediately went to pop up, just barely remembering in time that he was under a car and managing just to lightly tap his head against the steel before he caught himself. Guys in suits didn't just show up and want to talk to a guy like Lang just any day of the week. He'd been a biker once and a mechanic now. Guys in suits didn't just visit him to talk business - not any typical guys in suits, anyway. "So whadda they want now?", Lang mumbled under his breath, as stared up into the bottom of the car. It had been a long damn time since he'd worn the last suit he thought he'd ever need, and if he was gonna believe what the rest of those suits were telling him, he wasn't gonna wear it again. Unless what they'd said was crap, they had a short memory, or they were here to drag him back and put him under...surveillance or something, Lang couldn't figure what they'd want with him, if he was even thinking about the right people.

He needed to check this out. Pushing himself out from under the car, he saw his boss walking back towards the front of the place, and he did see someone standing there all fancied up in a suit. Lang looked at the person closely as he tossed his rag aside and tried to figure out if it was anyone he knew from back in the day, outta all those crazy jokers he'd known. Couldn't tell a thing about them from here, so he just sucked in a breath and haphazardly popped up to his feet, kicking his creeper out of the way so he could step over it. Man, had he ever thought he'd never be a part of anything related to Shinra again - if he saw more of Shinra than what they put on the news at night, he was usually pretty surprised. But now he was walking towards a past life, and as he got closer to that past life, he saw a face that he thought for sure he was never, ever gonna see again in all his life. Okay, so something was really going down with Shinra for her to be here.

He gave a wide, smooth smile as he stepped into the front of the shop and propped himself against the counter with one hand. "Now what could bring a chick like you all the way out to a place like this?", he asked, good naturedly, scrutinizing her. "Cissnei, ya look good."

Maybe those plans to head up the Turks weren't so far gone after all.

Such a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong.....looooong...post

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