The lab would be spacious if it wasn't so cluttered, a hundred meters by two hundred meters garage had an entire wall dedicated to organization by setting shelves two meters thick every two meters apart like a checkerboard that stretched out for ten meters. It was mathematically sound and efficient as long as everything was kept in its space. The shelves themselves were well lit with one meter bars spaced every other meter but the lights themselves were rather dingy since they were the original lights when it was installed. The shelves were only one part of the controlled chaos as machines hung from the ceiling like bloated bolted bats. A single car was seemingly forgotten in the middle of its automotive autopsy as a serriss of cerulean scanners were waving over an amputated automatic arm.

It smelled like a garage should smell, dirty and clean in constant battle with motor-oil being purged by cleansers then striking back with fragrant mystery stains. There was a rhythmic hum in the air from some kind of music made from industrial tools (think that chop shop song from robots) The air itself was thicker than most, between the air bound oil and piles of parts in various states of cleanliness with a shockingly port ventilation when the garage doors were down. 

Michelangelo was tapping away at a keyboard with one hand while his prosthetic sat on the bench. He was running a diagnostic on the system and looking for ways to upgrade its performance. He had been in the middle of scanning the car he was working on with the diagnostic tools when he got the idea to scan his prosthetic as well. His first arm had been built in an auto shop out of car parts, what sorts of toys could he play with now that he had some black book funding?

Currently he was researching hydraulic options with variances to fluids and materials and making a spreadsheet of which ones had any determential interactions. Last thing he needed was a hose to spring a leak or a seal to fail in the middle of a mission. There was more to him than just physical strength and he was going to make sure to prove it to his team. As the scans continued, he got not one, but two interruptions as the music cut off automatically when the phone rang as a strobe light pulsed to silently alert him the front doot had just opened.