Just outside, a Repede was being loaded up onto a Wrecker. The man doing the deed was well muscled and corded, from doing this work over and over again and his face was set into stone. It was a nice car, nicest he's seen all week, but a job is a job, and this one was a pain in the ass to find.
Weird, he always thought that building was a Church. So why would a church-goer have a stolen car worth half a mil?
The Repo Man shrugged and set the thought aside, wasn't his place to question. It was his place to bring back the goods.
A beat of sweat dripped down his forehead and his buzzed-cut hair set off a receding hairline.
Openly packing, he was not in the mood for a frantic owner.
They were all frantic when they realized that a legal thief was here for their stuff.
The wrecker started up, the repo man's partner ready to get a move on.