This shifty old baldie is drenched with grease and sweat from working 24/7 before during and after the apocalypse. He was once a wealthy mechanic, famous across the nation, but since the US dollar has lost all worth, he makes a living traveling from city to city, or, at least, what's left of them. He will repair what needs repairing, and then persuade (or creep) you into a deal you cannot resist. But when a victim of the radioactive elements comes screaming towards his beady little eyes, he'll be from the Pacific to New Jersey in a minute. I wouldn't trust him, but that's just me. What shall you do with this intelligent, oily, and may I say slightly appalling vagabond? It's up to you.