Lucas shielded his eyes from the intense rays of sun shining through his open window. He absolutely hated Columbia mornings, they were so bright due to the dearth of clouds. He groggily rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and got up to stretch. He yawned before replacing his night clothes with a nice vest and some slacks. 

He grabbed a biscuit to eat while thumbing through the telegrams of various soon to be customers. He had started up a business independent of both his old company, and of the Songbirds. He was doing pretty well for an independent place, and though he wasn't swimming in silver eagles, he could afford food, housing, tools, and, if needed, ammunition. He decided on a job near Soldier's Hill, it read 

MECHANIC NEEDED
MOTORIZED PATRIOT MALFUNCTION
WILL PAY 200 SILVER EAGLES

Lucas stuffed the telegram in his vest pocket and strapped on his tool belt before hooking onto a Sky-Line heading towards Soldiers Field.