Jack coughed, waking up outside the make-shift workshop beside the bar. Sure, it was in an alley, but it was something. He picked up his head off the ground, feeling his head spin as he rose. The thin beams of sunlight entering the alley started giving him a headache, so he placed on his tinted goggles he usually used for welding. "NNNNghhh..... dammit, I have a bed in this shop... why do I always end up out here? Damn drunk me..." He said to himself.<br/><br/>He got up, using his right automail arm. A bolt flew out of his automail, and his arm started to shake. "DAMN, again?!" He said with a growl as he got up and wiped the mix of drool and alcohol from his bearded stubble.<br/><br/>He walked over to a trash can and the lid attracted to his hands as he picked up the lid with his "lesser known" ability with technology and metals. He shuffled through the can, eventually finding a few spare parts. "These are going to have to do..."<br/><br/>He walked into the workshop, sat down at the work bench, and started working on his scrap-metal-like-arm. Of course, it was painful, but he was used to it. In fact, he welcomed the pain. He deserved every bit of the pain for what happened to his brother... All because he was too damn careless...<br/><br/>His ability made it easier to help, but he eventually learned to use tools with his left hand, since his right arm constantly needed maintenance. However, he was running out of parts, and he may have to move to another part of the city to scavenge if this keeps up. He winced as he finished up the last bolt and it clicked in place. "Finally," he sighed, wiping the sweat off his brow. "Now... time for some pain reliever..."<br/><br/>He stood up to do what he always did, drink. However, he heard a familiar sound... a GearCycle. But not just any GearCycle. It sounded like...<span style="font-style: italic">No, it couldn't be.</span>He thought to himself. He pulled a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, lit it up and took a drag. He saw the woman get off the cycle right by the alley he was in. It looked like she was going to walk into the bar. "I don't believe it..." he said to himself. "What is she doing here?"