Austin quietly tinkered away at the front desk of his small shop. He'd found an ancient watch in a shipment of parts he had gotten in. Not parts for the back business but parts for the front business and he thought it'd be nice to have an old style pocket watch. He had the front open, the inside clock face opened and the hands beside him on a safety rag, when his work cellphone rang.

A blink later he reached for the phone checking it. Seeing on of many numbers that often call this number. He let out a hrm softly. Waited for the second ring then picked up. "'Ello? Martin General Repai....oh." He listened for a short bit. "I'm here right now. Come around back when you get here." He got up, looking around the shop then walking over to the front door when he saw no one was inside. He turned the sign over to show he's away, then locked the door. He also closed the workshop doors. Once that was done he went out back, and into a small shed, a secondary workshop if you will, filled with parts and a small desk and chair that he could use to upgrade a gun, or refit an armored vest. He sat down at the desk, and began to tinker with a Kiparis auto-pistol quietly. To pass the time.

He looked up every now and then as time passed. When he looked up he saw a vehicle pull in. He waited until someone got out. And waited a little longer before opening the door to the shed and stepping out. He smiled, his big beard waggling as he did, "Hello there sir. Welcome to Martin Repair. What can I help you with?"