Turtle walked into the workshop of their mechanics ace. The room was a mess. Workbenches cluttered with electronics that looked centuries old and random parts that appeared to belong in the trash. Tools hung on hooks and lay strewn about haphazardly. Other larger pieces of equipment sat throughout the room in various stages of repair.

“Sprite, you in here?”

“Yeah, chief?” she said, sliding out from beneath a large pile that appeared to be nothing more than random debris. “Wha’cha you got?”

“Need you to get on the wire, see if you can snag anything on Randal.”

“Already doing in.”