His comm link beeping, Aren pulled it out of his pocket. "Copy that Max, get some sleep; you were more off than usual in the meeting today. Tobak out." Laughing, he closed the small device and walked into the hangar. There stood Gareth, bathed in the bright light of a mech hangar.<br/><br/>"Good afternoon, Aren," A voice said, "How are you?"<br/><br/>"I'm good Yvette," he said, smiling "Give me a little bit of music; I've got to get Gareth into his heavy armor, and put the big guns on." He laughed as his computer chose Frank Sinatra, the dulcet tones filling the large room. Pulling goggles on over his eyes, Aren picked up the large wrench at his feet. "Time for a makeover, old friend." He got to work, and soon the clanking and banging, coupled with the music and Aren's singing drowned out the quiet sound of the lift doors opening, and footsteps coming towards him.