Arc was about to respond to Ginny's comments when the waving Marco was pointed out to her, interrupting her focus as she raised an eyebrow. Hands crossed under her chest, she tilted her head a bit and gave a smirk, muttering to the girl about her comments on interest.
"Careful with that...he's a bit of a lush with that sorta thing" Returning the embrace of the young keeb, Arc took a step back and remained pretty quiet. The timing on such was appropriate too, as that moment in time saw fit to send her a couple important comm messages....
>>Arc, I need ta drop off a my bike. I popped some hopscotch drek with it on a job an now it be bent in a few more places ya heard. But, I need it by tonight, an I'll pay double fer tha job. The mods ya made ta it so's I can work are gonna be needed fer this ojb, so's no way I kin jus' borrow another one. You fix it up fer me an the peeps I be hanging with see what I kin really do an I'm tellin' ya they'll be by ta have their bikes modded fer some tricks too.<<
@ Arc You get a comm from Rabbit, >>We watch. They be shippin' drek today metalgrl. Getting it loaded now. Hurrying to much for mule ta be coming late.<<
Two jobs, two lives, both alike in urgent drek all. Frag me Arc barely registered that Marco was spilling the beans, and in a less sleep deprived state, she may have shut him up, but instead she leaned on the railing. This girl was no friend of the cops, and that meant she wasn't going to spill anything on them. But still, a little context may have been needed. Standing up straight, the short human girl cleared her throat.
"Maybe y'all need a reference, eh? Remember all that buzztalk about that Smiley-face Killer drek on the trid news? Ever wonder how that drek got stopped?" The girl lifted her cybernetic arm up, tapping her skull briefly.
"Ya lookin' at part of it. Yo boy John or whatever had a part too. Now we looking into something else, some hero fraggin' drek, and yo' boy likely in trouble. If ya'll want out I wont blame ya. But here.." Flipping open her comm, she sent over a brief message to the girl's link.
"My code. I run a garage and fix-it place in the Barrens, girly. You need anything fixed up, you let me know, aight?"Turning to Marco, she gave a nod.
"I got some drek to take care of. Yo girl told me you met someone this morning. Tell me how that went in a comm? Ah..." At that moment, a message from Marco popped up wtih a number on it.
Wiz "You got it...wiz. Anyhow, I'll leave you birdies to it. Ginny, it's been real" With a wave, Arc ducked down into the boat for a beat, hands moving quickly as she pulled out a datachip, loading a copy of the video files and her notes about them onto it and leaving it for Ambrose to find before retreating outside and away from the boat. Her synthleather jacket warded off the chill well as she strode briskly to her car, hopping in and making her replies.
<<@Reply{Arc}: Be there in 30. Bring the bike and payment, and send me a trid photo of it right now. If time be of the essence, I wanna know what I'm fixin' before i get there, wiz? Meet ya there>>
<<@Rabbit{Metalgrrl}: Shipping today, huh? If it's just product, that's fine. I'm interested in the setup. If they moving that, I need to know where. Meet 2nite?>>
<<@Blake{Arc}: Hoi. You don't know me, I get that. But you know Marco and Yelena, who I be working with. Heard you might wanna meet up. I got a garage local I run, discrete.Meet up tonight, say around 19-20:00?>>Satisfied, Arc took the car and drove away from the Harbor, making her way back to the Barrens, the growling in her stomach the only interruption she had, as now that she was settled, she was reminded that she basically had no food in her system. A quick stop at a Stuffer Shack fixed that, a few snacks sating her as her automotive client sent over the trid specs of his bike.
Dayum...looks like he tore through out of control through a steelcrete hallway. three spots of bent frame, and that fuel tank's gonna rattle too...suspension will need recoiling too. Not impossible. As she arrived, the go-ganger, a lanky troll by the name of Slim (how appropriate) was already waiting, his dinged up Scorpion leaning up against the garage wall. Opening up, the human noticed how Yelena's bike wasn't there.
Must be out. Oh right, Z... Looking up at the trog, she gave a nod and had him bring the bike in.
"Ya got lucky there, Slim. Been booked up for the past week or so solid. And before that I was in the hospital losin' the arm. First open day in a while, omae. C'mon, I found your issues, I'ma get to work."And work she did. Slipping into her coveralls, shield mask going over her face, Arc got to work on the bike. The frame was physically difficult, but technically simple....remove the delicate components, heat each of the bent joints, and apply force to on side while bracing the other, not unlike hammering out a sword in a forge. The rattling involved a reseating of the tank, a few arc-welds locking it into place. As for the suspension, a resealing of the hydraulics took some heat and effort before and after, the meat of the fix involving a big wrench and a lot of elbow grease. By the end of it, several hours had passed, and Arc was leaning against the back wall, surveying her handiwork, covering in muck and sweat, panting heavily.
"Hoi...bike's good, tell me what you think.."[spoiler]
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