[h2][b][color=00a651][u]Duncan Brown[/u][/color][/b][/h2]
Sparks showered next to Duncan as the worker above him grinded away at the residue slag that joined the various sheets of metal together. With each section that he finished he would pull over a spray gun connected to a pneumatic lead and it the surface with a hammer finish paint in order to protect the metal from the weather. It was the best they could do considering the resources that they had and every piece of rust they found had to be cut out individually and replaced with a new sheet, leaving some sections with more weld joins than actual metal.

Duncan on the other hand was working on the hydraulic lines, tightening the connections and ensuring that each piston had it's adequate amount of oil. The worse part about these old war machines was that they were prone to wear and tear so leaks and seals were a high priority on the list of maintenance. He let go of his wrench and felt it drop next to his side, gently tugging on the rope that connected it to the belt of his pants. He leaned over to grab is cup of coffee from it's precariously resting on the edge of the Mad-e and took a sip, tasting the warm sensation that helped fight off the cold weather.

[b][color=00aeef]"Ay Duncan, looks like we have visitors,"[/color][/b] spoke the worker above Duncan, pausing for a moment and lifting his welding mask to get a clearer view. Duncan looked over and could see the crew making it's way over to one of the briefing rooms, noticing the light pink hair that was Madison's. He took a sip of his coffee as another mechanic from the Wessex NC next door chimed in.
[b][color=00aeef]"They look like a bit of a rough bunch too with that guy that has one fake arm. I can see two of them look pretty pale too but that one with the white hair, is she one of those abominables?"[/color][/b] the mechanic spoke out as he tried to eye off the pilots as best as he can.
[b][color=00aeef]"She's an abino, not an abominable snowman you dumb twat,"[/color][/b] the voice rang out of the cockpit of the Wessex as another individual exposed his face to enter into the conversation.
[b][color=00aeef]"Alright, alright... well I did hear that they had to go through some pretty tough training, like learning how to hold in your poop for three days straight."[/color][/b]
[b][color=00aeef]"And you wouldn't last 30 minutes with the amount of bullshit that comes out of that mouth of yours! Jesus christ! Can someone give me a new partner already?"[/color][/b] The frustrated man threw an empty paper cup at the mechanic, watching it bounce off his head and fall down to the floor below.

Duncan decided that it was his turn to step into the fray, noticing that everyone was beginning to chuckle at the bickering going on between the duo on the Wessex NC. [b][color=00a651]"But you two make such a cute couple."[/color][/b]

It was then that the hanger roared into laughter as the worker in the pilot seat and the numbskull mechanic continued to argue about the obvious facts of life. Duncan lifted his coffee cup to his mouth and yet again took another sip, smiling at the show. Simply being stuck out here for a few days with these clowns reminded him so much of his daily life with Madi.


[h2][b][color=92278f][u]Madison Cole[/u][/color][/b][/h2]
Madison leapt off the back of the truck and proceeded to jog in the spot for a moment in order to warm up her cold body. She held her hands tightly up to her chest and breathed out a cold fog that lingered in the air for a moment. There she heard Bill and Alex's recommendation to make their way up to the briefing room and meet up with the captain. Eli could be seen saluting the two couriers and thanking them for the trip before marching off into the room for their preliminary meeting.

Turning towards Percy she looked at him and wondered how a man like himself could walk around with a t-shirt and sweatpants in this climate. Still jogging on the spot she waved one hand at him to catch his attention. [b][color=92278f]"C-c'mon freckles. Y-o-ou really need to get into a wa-warmer environment,"[/color][/b] her teeth chattered as she began to walk along to the briefing room with her feet thumping from the sound of her boots.

As she stepped through the doors the sensation of warm air wrapped it's way around her body. Instantly her muscles relaxed and she felt at ease as she made her way over to a hot water boiler next to the entrance. Grabbing a cup and a teabag from the tray she filled the cup to the brim with a mixture of hot water and milk before removing her gloves and cupping her hands around the drink. Satisfied, she made her way over to one of the vacant seats and sat down, waiting for the meeting to begin.