The Scavenger's Secret: More Than Just Junk

are currency, and my club, t

ed Preacher. For a brawl, you need Wrench.

don, our VP, is a mechanical genius and a brawler who speaks with her fists. And Sabrina "Sweet Pea" Chavez, the newest prospect, has an uncanny

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s a sayin

ride a bike to save her life and would probably trip over her own feet in a fight. My offici

d. I prefer

rundown clubhouse, surrounded by what everyone calls my "junk." Piles

ternal perception is even simpler: I'm the club's harmle

eralls, and head to the local scrapyards. I spend hours sifting through moun

crap. They don't see the vintage Italian carburetor hidden inside a busted l

on' t

ctronics when the rest of the Vultures roared back i

eacher was trying to calm everyone down, his voice a low rumble. Wrench sto

unning his mouth. "I'm telling you, Preacher, the Silve

pany, giving us connections but also s

er's arm, her eyes wide with feigned fear. "Preach

, just smiled his charming, easygoing smile. "Let's n

a condition from his army days. He' s nice to everyone b

rag. Their world was one of territory, respect, and violence. My world