The Man Who Hated Little Cars, Part Two

“Morning, Mr. Exner.” The chief mechanic, whose name Virgil did not know, greeted him as he entered the hangar.

“Morning. The engineers gone yet?” Virgil asked, squinting over the man’s shoulder to gauge the night’s progress.

“Yep. They left around seven. Everything looked pretty standard, they said, considering…”

“Good, good.” Virgil cut him off, already on his way up the concrete steps to his studio overlooking the production floor. Once there, as always, he switched on the fluorescent lights and opened up his briefcase, leaning over the latest blueprints, unfurled onto the drafting table.

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