(Story extract)

I removed a latch on the back of the tank, allowing a panel to be lifted up to reveal the engine. I held my umbrella at a slight angle to try and keep the rain out of the compartment as Pressure Cooker stepped up to investigate it. I peered in to look at the engine as well, trying to spot what the issue might have been. I shivered a little as my tail hung heavily, a stream of water flowing off of it – oh, what I would give for a set of Crash Dives fancy waterproof armor. Hell, I’d take Minty’s big heavy cloak and jacket, at least that’d keep my rump dry… Pressure Cooker leaned against the side of the small half-tank, reaching in to work with some of the metal. I think some of the gears might’ve been misaligned, see? She pointed out some of the inner workings, the teeth of several parts twisted out of the clean fit at which they were meant to sit.

She went to work trying to force the gears back into place, grunting with the effort. Those thieves certainly werent careful when it came to gear shifts. I winced at the sound of the screeching metal, a sudden snap and clatter making my stomach drop. Shit. Pressure Cooker muttered, a loose gear having fallen down further into the guts of the machine. She turned to me. Think you could run back in for my toolbox? It should be sitting right next to the machinery in the foyer.

Ahm… oh, weve got a toolbox and a couple spare parts here with it, actually. Crash Dive climbed onto the tank, reaching down into the small trunk and lift out the large toolbox inside. Pressure Cooker flipped open the toolbox and dug around for a moment before pulling out a long hooked wire with a magnet at the end. She slid the wire down into the mini tank, grasping about in an attempt to hook the fallen gear on.