Damien felt strong, fresh, young even. All the miles he'd been feeling since Detroit had simply washed away. In fact his every limb was twitching with a new-found power, the likes of which his Gopher simply hadn't afforded him since it was new. The joy of a new engine he thought, an oil chance usually gave him a feeling of refreshment alone, but the new engine he'd loaded into the truck was like stepping back in time. It had always been a thrill, replacing all those pesky physical nerves with the sensation of a freshly tuned drone or vehicle. Then again when he'd thrown the rod and originally ruined the engine it felt like having a rib torn out of his chest. So perhaps inside his rig wasn't always the best place to be.

He took a long moment but eventually drove his senses back into his own body, letting the sensation of the truck slip away to be replaced by the dull ache of his own joints. With one quick command the engine on his gopher sputtered to silence. Inside in the meat he sat motionless in a fold-out chair, just to the side of his Gopher inside a cramped garage. Well 'garage' was really giving it too much credit, in reality it was a tiny concrete lockup with just enough room for his truck, bike, and the chair. So most of his worldly possessions. Back in Detroit he'd earned himself a real garage, space for four cars, hydraulic lifts, engine lifts, a wall of tools, and enough bench space to maintain drones of damn near any size. He'd been comfortable, stable, complacent, and stupid. He forgot the basics, the background-checks, the recon, and it'd almost cost him everything. Well live and learn, that's what he did best, get back to basics, lick his wounds, and work his way back up.

That was when Tractions message came across his AR "Briefing?" He groaned "'bout damn time." He never liked the whole idea of getting set up by someone else. Especially not a Fixer. He didn't like owing anyone favors, favors get you stuck in the line of fire. Still the team was here and it wasn't like many of them were used to a life on the road, so he stuck with it. He was about to leave his seat when a familiar sound crept through the air. An engine, not one of his but one he'd quickly committed to memory. Kali's Suzuki. It had taken a while to recognize it's own unique noise, all Jap bikes sounded inferior after all, but simply being able to avoid the women had made it worthwhile. 

Leaning back in his chair he went VR again, only this time he jumped into his eye. Without a doubt it had always been the strangest jump to take, all his physical sensation left him but he was still looking out of his eyes. At least for a moment, before he took the drone ahead, outside of its socket and into the air. He floated through a cracked window and out into the large lockup scanning the area. [i]All clear[/i] he thought when he saw Kali disappear behind elevator doors. [i]Stairs then[/i], he hadn't seen her in several days and he didn't care to imagine the scent she'd leave in that small a space. it wouldn't be that much longer of a trek up to the house and he could get a moment or two in the sun. He observed a few passerby's on his way, a young foolish couple, a sulking dwarf, and a troll that seemed content to simply stair into the sun. [i]Perfect place to disappear[/i], He thought while rolling his floating eye, [i]who would ever suspect six ragtag misfits living together in this place[/i].

Still he floated along for the house they'd been provided using the back window to slip inside, then down a hallway and into the common room. So far it was only Terminal, Kali, and Recluse, of course, but from the look of things the call had already come through. [i]Better get their in the meat[/i], he thought and jumped out, sending a simple command for his floating eye to navigate itself easily down on to the center table.

once again in his own body, he made his own way up to the house, locking the door behind him. if the floating drone had caught anyone's attention it certainly paled compared to the looks folks threw a one eyed cowboy as he wondered up to the house. Still it was a short walk and no one payed him any trouble ignoring him as soon as he was past. So he wondered inside and into the common room a simple [i]Return[/i] command to his eye as he made his way to an open chair, the two reuniting as he sat. 

"So, CD's are sellin' these days. Wish someone would'ave said that when I was a boy had a whole box of the damn things. Probably could've retired properly." He muttered with a wry smile when the women was done. Though frankly he was relived for something so...standard, though she made it sound all so [i]easy[/i] that his hairs were standing on end. Nothing scared him more than [i]easy[/i]. He shot Traction a sideways glance, he had questions to be sure but none he wanted to ask while this new Fixer was on the line so instead he sent the young Decker a simple AR message [b]'Any way to tell if this Fixer is as...simple as she sounds.'[/b]