Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141207202844/@comment-3293219-20141211095048

Cyrus observed the vehicles from afar, seeing that they had all been left in the garages of a local inn, a single lock stood between him and his objective.

The Redguard looked over his shoulder but didn't really expect to find anyone, no one guarded the vehicles and the lock on this garage was shamefully flimsy. Cyrus knelt down, in front of the garage door and began to pick at the pad lock, to his surprise, it was a rather shabby lock and it wasn't long before he had the lock picked off and tossed aside, giving him access to the garage.

Remembering that he'd have to remember to put the lock back on before leaving, to avoid suspicion, Cyrus threw the garage door up, wincing as it made an almighty creak. The Redguard reacted quickly, by snatching at the door and slowing the speed down to a crawl before eventually letting the door go.

He slowly looked down to see the T2 before him, looking almost identical to the one in the plans. Cyrus had spent some time studying the plans and the rules to the competition, he studied the right level of screwed a car needed to be in order for it to be classed as 'un safe' and the minimal amount of damage he could inflict on it.

The Redguard's first step was the reach into his top pocket, drawing out a Beumatic shell and wandering around to the back of the car, he knelt down and immediately stuffed it into the exhaust. Though this wouldn't destroy the car, the minor explosion would not look good and the car could be taken out of service, however, Cyrus didn't want to leave it to chance. He had to stop this bird from flying...

He wandered around to the front of the vehicle and opened the hood before he proceeded to unscrew the oil tank and open it. This was where he could do the real damage, the wrong sort of fluid in the oil tank would render the vehicle useless, so what if he was to put something else in it? The Redguard quickly drew a potion bottle from his pocket and poured its contents into the oil tank, the two liquids immediately began to mix and the oil was immediately incompatible with the car.

He then removed a pair of pliers from his coat pocket and slowly manoeuvred them closer to the firewall, with a snip, he was able to cut the wires, this alone was a mechanic's nightmare and it would prevent them from repairing the vehicle before the race was over.

Now, for the finishing touch, a pouch of sand... After some careful and precise cutting, Cyrus was able to pour the pouch of sand into the car's mechanism, rather discretely to. Now the car was completely useless and no obvious foul play was visible...

Now to get out of here before he's caught...

Cyrus closed the hood and turned around, proceeding to quickly creep out, bringing the garage door down behind him and clipping the padlock back on as well.

Tomorrow would be business as usual, until someone started the engine and then 'poof.' The Redguard's job would be completed and probably considered a job well done. He decided to reward himself with a drink, at the inn, to celebrate his recent victory.