[Scene 2: A Messy Inroduction]

Eric and Bo made their way quitely through the slums, lost in the ambience of muffled house music and squeeling rats. Ignorant of the man shadowing them, close enough to hear but not to be seen. He blended in well enough in his current shabby state.

The unknowing trio passed another house of sin. They were like weeds in this place, shrines of hoplessness and vice. A place to forget where you were, whatever the price. It was a sad sight if you were being honest with yourself, Bo and Eric both unconciusly avoided looking that way. If they would have they would have seen a suprising blonde beauty give them an all to calculating look...

It was not much farther when Eric turned down a random alley and started fidling with all maner of hidden levers and scanner on a non descript garag door. hidden in plin site by the so called "art work" tagged all over it. 

"I trust you will be mindful of your suroundings, yes? All that I hold valuable lies in this room. And some of these treassures will bumb you back, should you be so clumsy..."

The garage opened to a giant mess of metal, wirs and rust. It was a scrappers dream, an indoor junkyard. Metallic bod parts and plastic faces were scattered about. Small gizmos and gadgets whirled around with no desipherable purpose. A few hovering about Bo as if to see what he was, scannin him with bright blue rays and emitting a multitude of beeps and buzzes.

It was a mad house. Plain and simple. This engineer has lost his mind to the slums. Sadly, he wont be the first.

Eric walked briskly to a closet on te far side of the room, deftly avoiding obstacles layerd about. It was as if he knew this particular obstacle course like the back of his hand. Once he arrived he quickly stored a briefcase sized bag that was somewhat hidden under his cloak into the closet and closed it securely. Once that was done he hustld to a large workbench seeming to provide some sort of center to this trash heap of a studio. Imersed as he was in his fiddeling it took a polite cough from bo to remind him he was there.

"Ah yes!" Eric said brightly, a weight seeming to fall off his shoulders, "Bo!"
"Before you get any foolish idea's there are percisely 37 lethal item in this room. Do you understand?" Eric imitated a pause and gave the man a critical gaze before comtinuing wihout a reply. 
"I just so happen to need a team. I have a plan to get off this planet. A plan for freedom."

There was no enthusiam in the engineer's voice. It was the cold resolve of deadly determination.