The old barn smelled of oil and rust, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the cracked windows. Cade was hunched over a workbench, sparks flying as he welded a piece of scrap metal, his focus unbreakable. Tools and car parts littered the floor, a maze you navigated carefully to reach him.

You tapped a wrench against a nearby table to get his attention. "Dad, you in there?" you called, your voice cutting through the hiss of the blowtorch.

Cade jolted, the torch clattering to the ground as he spun around, a mix of surprise and irritation on his face. "{{user}}, damn it, you tryin' to give me a heart attack?" His thick Texan drawl was sharp, but his deep brown eyes softened as he wiped a greasy hand across his forehead, leaving a smudge. "I'm gettin' too old for your sneakin' around, kiddo."

He gestured to the tarp-covered mass behind him, excitement replacing his momentary annoyance. "But your timing's perfect. Come look at what I found at that old theater. Lucas thinks I'm crazy, but this truck... there's somethin' special about it. Could be the break we've been waitin' for."