Jeremiah slammed his face into the wheel of the landskimmer. He let out a hot sigh, and huffed a deep breath before swinging himself out of the vehicle. He had managed to speed all the way to the tower, pick up equipment, load it almost by himself, pick up the moles, and launch himself at record speeds all the way back. Meanwhile the drug had started to leave his system and he was definitely feeling the fatigued bite of the withdrawal. His fingers felt a little numb, and he was starting to feel like slinking away from the others and just sitting alone somewhere. Dark circles colored around his eyes and he forced himself to speed to a metal panel jutting from the cold stone wall of the mine entrance, toolbox in hand.

	No matter what he felt in his sore head, he knew there was a life, and possibly more at stake in the mines, and that was motivation enough for him. He ignored the others and went straight to work. He popped the panel open and slid gloved hands in. 

	Immediately it sparked violently and Jeremiah swore. The frustration from the lack of drug as well as the fatigue caused the outburst to really irk his ire. He grabbed the coil in question and without thinking he tore it from the panel and tossed it over his shoulder with a loud swear. Sparks showered his chest harmlessly bouncing off his suit. 

	He continued to mouth off to the circuit, quieting to a mumble. He shoved a new coil into the circuit and aggrsively striped and spliced it into a nest of old wires. He cut another wire and it protested with an airy hiss and buzz of electricity. He took the two ends and wrapped them around a thimble of metal and nailed it into the circuit, creating a new pathway. 

	The circuit started to buzz loudly and a small whirr of fans and electricity vibrated from the walls. 

	“It’s far from being up to code,” Jeremiah grumbled, “but it’ll get her plenty of air.”