<strong>Chase (Mechanic) - Space Sprocket - Moving at 1815hrs</strong><br/><br/>There was bit of a commotion, someone accusing a woman of cheating. Lazily Chase glanced over to keep an eye on the situation. There was a time when he'd have been over there and on top of the guy by now, but with that whole....keeping his head down to avoid the feds thing he had to be a bit more cautious. It was all well and good giving a cheat a kicking in, but when you were screaming "cheat" to avoid losing face or make an excuse to kick off it was just no good. Even worst when it was a big old guy picking a wee woman. Regardless the whore that just arrived claimed ownership of the girl and managed to defuse the situation. Chase was satisfied to return to his drink.<br/><br/>When they were called over he slid off his stool and made his way over. The bottle of booze in one hand and the other reaching for his packet of cigarettes. A leg hooked over the chair at the table they were congregating at and the blonde fugitive took a seat, a moment later lighting up before looking up at the group in general. There was one or two he hadn't met before. "Chase, the Mechanic." it was all the introduction they needed now unless they had questions.