Torch walked into the old subway turnaround. He pulled one of those big industrial switches and the place came to life, hanging lights were all over the place, spare parts were on shelves or laying around. Also what was laying around was old factory maintenance equipment, things that if kept up and running could keep a Mech going forever. Only torch had no idea how to fix something like that. Though the thing that stood out most other then the random crap everywhere was the Level 5 Mech, though it didn't move, in fact, it looked like it hadn't moved in years.

The level 5 was sitting down next to one of the walls, if it was standing it would reach about 18 feet. It's hard to say what it was used for in the past, but it wasn't used for much now it seemed. "Good morning scrap head, you still owe rent." Torch walked past the level 5 and set down his gear on a table in a improvised workshop area. "Sword, shotgun, propane. Check, check and check... ish." He was low on propane, same reason the level 5 was down, not enough diesel to keep it going. After placing down his gear he yanked a plug from a wall and plugged in, his battery was starting to get weak but there was too much activity to shutdown for the night, maybe in the morning or something he would rest more.