When they arrived at the paddocks, Sam got a first look at Unnit Three, which was on a knee, and shut down.  Sam cringed at the sight.  Apparently, after all the repair work, they didn't have enough time to reapply paint to the suit's armored skin, and Sam's Gundam looked like a patchwork, sloppy...<em> thing</em>.<br/><br/>Sam walked over and grabbed the clipboard off the paddock's wall, giving the repair checklist a descent, thorough look.  The damage he noted was suplimented with other stuff the technicians had found, but Sam was surprised to see that the bulk of the work had been completed, already.  It struck him as odd, that a machine as complex and powerful as the Gundam was, it was as easy to repair.  Anaheim Electronics sure did a number with this Ground-Type.<br/><br/>"Can I help you, sir?"  A technician asked, from behiind Sam.<br/><br/>"Not really...  Just checking my suit."  Sam replied, absently.  The two worst jobs, the hand unit and the head-stock's rearward sensors, had apparently been dealt with.  In the head, the sensors had recieved a jarring, but their armored casing had prevented any serious damage, and some simple tweaks were all that were needed.  The hand unit, however, was a total wreck, with every bit of internal structure being shattered.  The nice thing, though, was that enough spare parts could be scrounged together to build a replacement, and in short order, too.<br/><br/>It appeared, for all intents and purposes, that while it might look like hell, Unit Three was ready for action.<br/><br/>"Actually, there is something."  Sam said, as he had a thought.  "The target-acquisition sensors on the lateral array seemed to lag.  I want to power up, and get Unit Two to help me.  I want to see f I can tighten the timing up a bit."<br/><br/>Sam shot a look towards Isabel, a sneaky, wicked look.  If they were going to assist the boss, or find oout what he was doing, they'd better suit up.<br/><br/>"Wanna give me a hand?"  He asked her.