Putting on his sunglasses, Slater drove back to the city at a much slower speed than usual. He winced, touching his side as it ached a bit. What the mechanic told him was true. Even with a safety harness and the body gear he had been wearing earlier, the impact still took a toll on his body.
"That old fart," he muttered, breathing out with slight difficulty. But he was overall fine, so Slater shrugged off the thought. "Whatever."
[Hey, the boss is looking for you. You should give him a call.]
Slater leaned back, driving slower as he thought about the mechanic's parting remarks. Another shallow breath escaped him as he pulled over to the side of the road. Holding the steering wheel with both hands, he slowly moved forward to rest his forehead on it.
