William let out a low sigh as he watched Sam leave with that heavy cloud of tension hanging over the Table. If looks could kill Sam's could have easily taking out the entire table. William just set his burger down on the plate. Suddenly he had lost his appetite. He looked at Baxter as he asked his question. William couldn't fault him for that. Considering his experience with the 432nd thus far was less than exemplary. "Nah, It is alright. You're one of us and should know. The last couple of missions just didn't go as one would expect." He explained. He couldn't really think of any better way to explain it. Looking down at his food, he thought about something. After a couple of moments, he looks at Mike. "Do you think Tonight will be a Good night to go?" He asks. Mike's face lit up. "The sooner the better! Just one thing...Dress Nice. The place I will be taking you all does have a dress code, and No uniforms!!" Mikes states as he stands up. "I'll meet you all in front of the Paddocks at 20:00Hrs." He says happily as he leaves. Thinking about seeing Julia had him floating on Cloud Nine.<br/><br/>William smiled as he watched his lead tech leave. He turned back to Izzy and Baxter. "ok, You two are coming too! There is no backing out, that is an order. Remember what Mikes says. No Uniforms but wear something nice. I'll meet y'all in the briefing room at 1930hrs." He said with a grin. Digging into his burger again. Intending to find Sam and Drag him along as well.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"HEY RINEHART! how is that repair coming?!" A male voice shouted up at a pair of legs dangling out of Zaku's Hip Joint. There came a grumbling frustrated growl. "DAMMIT GIVE ME SOME TIME TO ACTUALLY DO MY WORK!" A woman's voice called back. After some wiggling, she manages to scoot out of the Joint. Standing nearly 7' tall. Her long ebony hair was braided into a long pony tail that was tucked into her coveralls. Her oil stained Coveralls were covered in Grease and Assembly lube. However, it it showed off her rather voluptuous body. Her Olive complexion showed a Mediterranean ancestry contrary to her Last name. Julia Rinehart looked down from the Catwalk. "This entire joint needs to be replaced!! The Bearing Journals are all spun out. The new plain bearings will just get tore up if we don't." She called down. "Make due! You know how the Colonel Is!" The Male shouted back. Julia growled again as she let her wrench fall upon the railing will a loud Clang. Of Course she did, but why do they need Techs if they won't fucking listen to them. The only bright part about tonight was that She was heading to "No Town". She leaned on the railing and allowed her self to daydream a bit. Hoping that cutie, Mike, would be there tonight at their favorite Watering hole.