The Underground Maintenance Garage Ghost Story

Frederica hurriedly turned to look around. Just then, her eyes met mine as I came down the City Hall steps.

I was dressed in my crisp uniform, holding a cup of coffee in one hand as I gave her a faint smile.

"……!"

Frederica's jaw dropped.

She leaped down from her tank and ran over to me. Her usual cool composure was nowhere to be seen; her face was flushed with excitement.

"C-Colonel! Um, my tank…!"

"I told you yesterday I'd take care of it."

I replied calmly, taking a sip of coffee.

"That technician really was something. They worked away all night, fixed everything, and then disappeared. It's a shame—I wanted to thank them."

"How is that even possible?! A solid copper gasket, heat-treated bolts… No, how did you even remove the transmission in the first place? That was an incredibly difficult job, and you did it alone in one night…!"...