<strong>“Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked...”<br/><br/>“Money don't grow on trees...”<br/><br/>“I got bills to pay..”<br/><br/>“I got mouths to feed..”<br/><br/>“There ain't nothing in this world for free..”</strong><br/><br/>Jake continued to sing the lyrics of one of his favorite songs before sighing heavily at the problems he currently faced. They'd told him they'd wanted a solid, dependable, reliable, techie and that- surprisingly enough- in a nutshell, summed up Jake. Yet even if he was all of those things and more, how the hell was he supposed to work under these conditions? When Jacob B. West fixed things, he wanted to fix them to last. Or at least he tried to... but this stuff here? This was just plain abnormal.<br/><br/>Wires among wires filled Jake's vision as the light from the hallway attempted to fill the small hole whose entrance was no more than one foot high and two feet long. Small, dark and cramped were the conditions Jake was currently under but those he could deal with. The freezing floor and the problem he currently faced however...not so much. He felt the cold floor's temperature continue to slowly bleed through his paper thin uniform as he laid on his back and attempted to figure out which one of these bad boys was the red headed step child of the family. It would've been simply easier to take the whole thing out and just buy a completely new set instead of what he was currently doing now, but given that he'd have to go through the higher ups (I.E: The Doc, and Sgt. Hardass), he sort of preferred doing this, instead of resorting to that. He didn't have anything against them personally, but he kinda hated the fact how they always seemed to lay into him every single time he happened across them. They always said things such as 'He should stop slacking off' or that he should obey some regulation or another and well...that grew really old, really fast.<br/><br/>A small shock to his finger ripped him away from his thoughts as the 25 year old cursed loudly and whipped his hand back hitting another batch of wires in the process. The hallways lights flickered and dimmed for a moment to his surprise before reverting back to their previous illuminance. Jake held his breath for the second they had dimmed as he wondered if he had inadvertently caused his own workload to increase but breathed a sigh of relief once the lights return to the brilliance they had previously shown. Seriously though. Another work order was the last thing he wanted on top of the seemingly endless amount of repairs that needed to be done in this dump.<br/><br/><strong>"And they call this place new huh..?"</strong>Jake said semi-sarcastically as he continued to fiddle with the circuitry.<strong> "Man, I hate to see what this place would like if it went to hell."</strong>