Fernando
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Back at the tractor trailer with Fernando, Hondo and Moro... After opening the engine compartment, Moro looks for anything that stands out, sniffs for anything that does not smell right and then places her hands on the engine and receives information on the entire drive train. If a part has been overheating or if the pressure on something has been too high or too low, she now knows it. Though the engine and drive train has many miles on it, it is well maintained. What computer may have been there when it was new was removed long ago, so a system status is not obtainable. The only thing she was able to get was the fuel not able to ignite in the chambers properly and the fuel system choking something. “Yeah, knock yourself out.” Fernando replies as he walks to the bikers. “Which one of you leads here?” He then asks. “I would.” The roughest meanest looking of the riders says. “Thank you.” Fernando says as he digs into his pockets and pulls out a couple loose $100 coins from his pockets and shakes his hand, putting the coins into his hand, “Beers are on me through that. Girls you get on your own.” “Why?” The biker asks. “Well, for one thing, a storm is coming.” Fernando says as he twists the crystal on his cane. “It has not rained ‘round here in years.” The bike says. Fernando taps the ground with the cane lightly as is to lean against it, the sound of distant thunder echoes across the field. All the bikers look around as the skies begin to grow dark. “Yup... My back has not lied to me about coming storms. And it’s a big one.” Fernando says, “I think you better run and get those beers if you want to stay dry.” “Alright, Let’s Roll Out!” the leader says. With that the roar of the 20 or so motorcycles starting up echo with the distance thunder, and the bikers get into formation and ride to the north to the nearest town. “You paid’em to leave?” Hondo asks as the last of the bikers catches up with the rest of the group. “I paid them for guarding the place. Who know what would have happened if one of the mooks or giant mutant chickens gotten to the trailer.” Fernando answers. “And the fancy light show?” Hondo asks as they start to walk to their SUV. “I do not want an audience watching while we work. Let get busy. Only a couple hours of day light left.” Fernando says. “I’ll go get my tools.” Hondo says. “Thank you.” Fernando says as he walks to the tractor trailer. The engine was cranking over but not starting. “That’s strange. It should work. The engine is fine from what I can tell. It has to be bad fuel or something else.” Moro says. “It’s bad fuel gumming up the works and the filters. I’ve seen it before, and I’m sure Hondo’s seen it before as well.” Fernando says. Hondo kneels down by the truck’s steps and pulls out the step panel, revealing the tank underneath the shrouding, “Yup.” He reaches in and twists a lever until something goes “popPPSTFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffff......” He smells the liquid that spilled onto his hand, “Yeah. It’s all water in there.” He goes further down the length and pulls out more shrouding, finding another fuel tank, “Jefe, go check the filter at the fuel pump.” He reaches into and twists another lever, “popPPSTFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffff......” “Will do.” Fernando says as he goes to the open engine bay after taking an adjustable crescent wrench. He looks inside, finding the fuel pump, he follows the plumbing to the fuel filter. Putting the adjustable wrench onto the pipe holding nut, he adjusts it until it is clamped and pulls on it to loosen it. Fluid begins to drip from the loosened nut and pipe, which Fernando samples on his fingers. Like Hondo’s finding, it was nothing but fuel scented water from what he could tell. “popPPSTFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffff......” Came from other side of the truck, followed by Hondo asking out loud. “What you found, Jefe?” “Water in the lines.” Fernando answers. “Yeah, that’s what I’m getting too.” Hondo says, throwing in, “Bypass the filter and it should last until we get her to town and get a new filter for her.” It is followed with another “popPPSTFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffff......” “Alright.” Fernando replies, looking at plumbing. The steel pipe and its attachment nut do not reach the fuel pump without pulling and stretching it out of shape. Fernando needs to be careful in this that he does not crack the pipe while reshaping it. He then decides for some help he does not want to use, “Moro I may need your help here.” Moro walks with Wilma to Fernando’s side and then asks, “How can we help?” “The filter is crapped out. So to get it going, I’m going to bypass the filter and reshape this metal fuel pipe to go to the fuel pump directly. That will get the truck going until we get to town and get a new filter there. But there is a possibility of cracking the pipe in doing this. So after I reshape the pipe and connect it to the fuel pump, I need the ‘Midas Touch’ to make sure that the pipe is not cracked and if it is, seal those cracks to handle high pressure.” “We can do that.” Moro replies. “Good. Give me a minute to do this bypass.” Fernando says. “By all means, do so.” Moro says. Fernando does his best in moving the pipe around, reshaping it to extend past the fuel filter and directly to the fuel pump. At the same some Hondo closes up all the drainage levers he had open and begins putting back the shroud covering on the tanks. Hondo finishes before Fernando does. “There.” Fernando says, not knowing Hondo was behind him. “Let me see.” Hondo says, almost making Fernando jump out of his skin if it were not for his self control. “What do you think?” Fernando asks. Hondo grabs on the pipe and tries to pull and push on it, finding it secure in place, “Looks good.” “Alright Moro, your turn.” As Fernando steps away from the engine bay, he then turns to Hondo, “You done?” Moro holds the pipe in her hand, checking for any current problem or an area that could present a problem later. If there is an area that is weak and could burst, the pipe is reformed so that all areas that should be equal in strength are equal in strength. “Four tanks, four filters, yeah.” Hondo answers. “Good.” Fernando replies before calling out, “Wilma, I assume that large trailer behind the truck is where the people live and stay, what is in the other trailer?” “That’s the materials processing factory and garage.” Wilma answers. “Garage?” Fernando asks. “It’s where the camper is stored when we roll in the truck. We got a couple motorcycles there too, recycled from some abandoned slavers vehicles.” Wilma answers. “I see.” Fernando says. “Thinkin’ of a plan?” Hondo asks. “Once we get this thing out the hole and going, we do not have to drive Karl’s SUV and save fuel on that.” Fernando says, then he realizes, “Where’s everybody?” “We’re done, Fernando.” Moro says. “Who?” Wilma and Hondo ask. “Your people, Miss. You said there were 25 of them.” Fernando says, throwing in, “Thanks Moro.” “They are in the trailer.” Wilma says. “I’ll take your word for it.” Fernando says before turning to Hondo, “Let’s get this puppy out the hole. Get Karl’s Truck out the way and I’ll do the rest.” “Alright Jefe.” Hondo replies before he begins to walk to Karl’s SUV. Fernando reaches over and closes the engine bay on the truck. He then puts one of the hood hold down straps on its hook.
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