Uncle Mike's repair shop. Colton always loved the place. The smell of rubber and grease always put him at ease for whatever reason. The tools lying around, and the endless line of cars coming in to work on always made him happy, knowing that if he wasn't good at school stuff, he was good with cars. Colton always felt the most satisfied when he was working with his hands: Tinkering with cars definitely beat scribbling on a paper for school, only to get a C back... If he was lucky. When it came to working on cars and the like, Colton was confident he'd get an A+. The boy got to work on what his Uncle had told him to do: A rear passenger tire that needed changing. The tools were already laid out, as well as the spare tire needed.

Colton wore a little smile on his face, something rather surprising, seeing how he seldom smiled that much after the death of his father. His all-black clothes got a tiny bit stained with grease, but at least it wasn't visible. He took a moment to push some of his dirty blond hair from his face with a greasy hand, with it being styled into what can best be described as a fade mullet. His hair seems to have been dyed green at some stage, based on the colouration, as well as the roots still being a deep brown colour. Colton didn't mind the grease. He knew he'd be having a shower later that night anyways before he carried out his plan, granted, he got the chance TO pull it off today, which he doubted. Oh well, more time to shower then