Before getting in the cab with two of the three most important people in the unit, Graff swung by the Mech bay in time to see as the techs finished tightening the straps down that would hold his Marauder on the massive mechmover as it transports his mech to the GM factory for a refit.  There's some anxiousness in his step as he head into the cab, it will be nice getting an upgrade but being without a mech is going to leave him mostly on the Dropship for their entire stay.<br/><br/>Graff listened to Walter and Perkins talk (some may call it gripping) while the car slid around the streets towards their destination.  The side long glances helped confirm his suspicious that at least part of their conversation was about him, he's been in these situations enough time at the academy to not get too worked up about it.<br/><br/>Pulling over once their destination has been reached, the three of them began to go off on their jobs.  Graff adjusted his belt and jumpsuit after the car ride, he carried just a modest Auto-pistol, generally average...like Graff in many ways.  Those robed Comstar people gave Graff the creeps with there mysticism and ceremonies but he and Walter had another job to worry about.<br/><br/>"Yes sir, we are looking to trade some of our 'salvage' with the Gray Death Legion."  Graff replied, not quite wanting to expose what their prize actually is. "Has the price been agreed upon, or will need to haggle?"  Graff isn't even sure what something like that would run on the open market.