“Like I care what kind of car it is? It’s a piece of crap!” Fox growled.

Josh grinned, and turned to one of the technicians. “Hmm. You know, I’ve been looking for a good used car. Think maybe I could take this one off your hands?”

“You might get tired of the built-in GPS,” the Hispanic woman said. She was leaning against a nearby wall, listening. “Quite a mouth on that one.”

“I hear you can get replacement voices,” Josh said. “I was thinking I might trade her in for Mr. T.”

“Oh, ha ha, very funny.”

The technician laughed. “As much trouble as she’s been, the bosses might just go for that. Do you know that’s her third automech body trashed in two years? Maybe they should sell her for a few grand and cut their losses.”

The woman grinned. “You know, I hear Fox was going to take you on as her partner. Maybe we should train you as an agent and make her your subordinate.”

“Oh, now that’s not fair!” Silverfox said. “It wasn’t my fault!”

The woman sighed and shook her head. “It never is, is it?”