[@FourthKing][@Rune_Alchemist]...

Bolt turned around in surprise at the voice. In his fear, the lumbering droid emitted a low motorized growl. But his fear soon melded into astonishment and awe, his surprised, all too embarrassing, gaping expression curling up. He nearly shouted in his excitement. 

"W-whoa...!" 

The boy was already hopped off the back of Jung and all over the half-jack girl at this point, eyes wide in awe. He was peering off to the side then swerving to the front, and back again, all in the blink of an eye. It was like he saw a rare animal. And in a way, it was. He had never seen such a display of mods, let alone a catalyst this close up. A functional one, at least. He simply needed to know more. As much as possible. They were well installed too, integrated seamlessly into the jack. Handling such things were extremely finicky, which is why he never played around in that area much. Not to mention, expensive. Where did this person get this kind of money? With all these illegal properties, that lead him to have only one conclusion. 

"Are you some sort of Alchemist?" he muttered, glancing up, completely misguided by his own nativity. But when his sallow blue brown eyes met her face, he blushed. [i]Cute [b]and[/b] into machines?[/i] Yep. This is definitely an entirely different district. He quickly wheeled himself in. [i]Keep it together! Don't blow this![/i]

"Er..." he laughed, now folding his arms together, attempting to look as 'suave' as possible. As much as a 12 year old boy dressed in chummed clothing [i]can[/i]. Taking off his hard-cap and slicking back his hair, "Yeah. Me and Jung here. We're a bunch of high profilers off in District 18. You might've heard of us. The 'Dynamic Duo', the 'Machine Menace', the 'Tag-Team Terror'! Yeah, I like the ring of that last one. Um. Anyway! We got contracted by some secret organization for our awesome skills. But like, we plan on totally turning them down. Not worth our effort, you know?"

"Bzzz..." the droid droned in response, face-palming. 

"Hey! Shut it! I'm working with what I got here!" he says in an all too loud 'whisper. Turning back around. "Anyway, if you're in the Foundry, mind giving us a good word? I'm sure I can do some favors for them and all..."  

It was easy to hear the excitement piercing through in his voice. The very thought of working alongside the very folks who put together the city is a dream-come-true to him. He never got the chance before, nor was there any defined method. There wasn't any sign-in, or place one really went. Their recruitment cycles are very mysterious. It seems you had to be 'chosen'. And perhaps this was his time? If so, and this is his only chance, Bolt'll shoot with all he's got. 

In all his day-dreaming, he did seem to notice the man now standing off to the side. Rooky mistake, some would say. 

[@Excal]...
[hider]

When she had the opportunity to scry the chip, the shard first-most had a time window, an opening for when the sender would be at the location. By the end of the day, at least according to the nightly cycle, they would wait. As for the following information, Freya might be surprised by the blatancy of it all. The coordinates would designate a well-known, at least for the 'Unsanctioned', secluded area near the checkpoint. One practically in plain sight. It was in an overgrown underpass hidden below the eyes of the grand, buzzing wall itself, leading into a long-forgotten maintenance chute. These things were like endless mazes to the uninitiated and unfamiliar with the signs left behind by the Unsanctioned before. But there were safer methods. Because of the disrepair of the network, just one mistake might end up being the last for the poor sap, sending them plummeting into the dark unknown between the surface and the 'Divide'. It was one of the riskier Diver passages into and out of Reclaimed Terra, but also often unchecked because of how obvious it was. Based on all this knowledge, it begged to the question of whether this contractor was either a veteran or a complete newbie. 

But their offer and motive was quite intriguing, to say the less. It amounted only to one line:

[i]"Admission into the Quarantine Zone." [/i]

...

Hours would have passed by now. The huge 'Allayra' cannons were practically visible from the little nook, their electrical discharge visible like neon lightning skidding across the surface. The searchlights were on, as usual, scanning the environment in case of any looming threats. A lone figure sat in the clearing there, hidden in the shadows of the collapsed building above. They seemed nervous. But also dignified. Something of anxiety, instead of jitteriness. Clearly, they were new to the Eclipse, but they were disciplined enough not to freak out over every little thing. It was odd, to say the least. 

They held something in their hands, fiddling with the object as they bidded their time.[/hider]