[center][color=f26522][i][h1]Aiden[/h1][/i][/color][/center]
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The weak starter turned over the rusty innards of the old motor slowly.  [i][color=f26522]This is it![/color][/i] Aiden thought, hopeful the damn thing would finally 'sputter' to life.  After a few seconds with no improvement, he sighed deeply, frustrated, sliding out from under the large cycle precariously balanced above him.  Across the dirty garage, Eithina's head lay in an empty toolbox.  Aiden's sound of anguish caused her to lift her head.  She looked at him a moment, then turned her head quizzically.  [color=f7976a]"Eee?"[/color]  she asked.  [color=f26522]"Motor's misaligned."[/color] he responded.  That was the second time, too.  Aiden almost never made a mechanical mistake, let alone the same one twice.  [color=f26522]"Maybe the bracket's faulty."[/color] Though it had shown no apparent signs of fatigue, Aiden [i]had[/i] neglected to measure it.  Eithina, having already performed the task twice that day, picked out the tools needed for the job.  She carried them over, one by one, to where Aiden was sitting beside the old machine.  He looked at the unorganized pile of metal that had suddenly amassed beside him, then to Eithina, who was sitting beside it.  Somewhere in bringing over the tools, she had managed to get a dab of oil on her nose.  Aiden licked his finger, then wiped it off.  [color=f26522]"Thanks, E."[/color] he said.  He slid back under the P12, wrench in hand.

If there was one thing Aiden didn't loath about the Regime, it was their equipment.  The fact that the bike could still turn over was quite impressive given its age.  Still, 'turning over' and 'running' were two different things.  Aiden knew they didn't have much time.  In all honesty, their luck had lasted longer than it should've: hiding out in this particular garage, run by a rebel sympathizer, without already having been caught.  He just hoped that Lady Luck wouldn't give out on him quite yet.  He still had work to do.  

The boss had been willing to trade the P12 and parts for it in exchange for hard workers, a deal Aiden was willing to take.  Though no one else had been able to get the cruiser running, Aiden was sure it could be done.  And he was right.  After swapping out the bent bracket and bolting on the new one, Aiden pushed the start button.  Finally, the motor caught right.  A faint humming could be heard resounding through the brick garage.  [color=f26522]"Alright!"[/color] he cried happily.  Eithina rushed over, equally ecstatic to finally finish the job, hopping up and down in celebratory fashion.  

The sun was just beginning to peak in the sky as Aiden exited the garage, lifting his hood up to avoid detection.  Though he doubted the regime was even looking for him so far south of Alaska, it couldn't hurt to be too careful.  Also, the nearby Regime base loomed ominously over the small city.  It seemed somewhere even as obscure as Gardiner, Montana heavily felt the presence of the tyrannical Regime rule.  There would likely be militia out.  Aiden decided then that he would try out a piece of new tech he had been working on.  

In his work on the P12s and P13s, which was quite an extensive amount, Aiden had realized that Regime technology needed some form of internet connection to run a search on a facial recognition database.  With that information, and no small amount of scrounging, he built an all in one wifi / internet jammer from the remnants of an old cellular device.  Though he had no assurances it would work, Aiden was fairly confident.  It would be just the thing to slip in and out of town 'unseen'.  He reached down in his boot, flipping a small switch.  He then began the long walk to his boss's favorite bar, a quiet old building just outside the outskirts of the Regime base.  

Upon arrival, Aiden noticed a small camera residing in the corner of the room.  Apart from himself and the bartender, the place was empty.  He kept his head down, walking carefully over to the bar, hoping he wouldn't be recognized.  [i]So far, so good.[/i] he thought as he ordered his drink.