The Tesrolet Scorpion rolled into an out of the way warehouse district a short bit later. The roar of the engine echoing off the walls of the other slowly rusting away warehouses. This place used to hold food and luxury items for New Wealth way back when. Now they stood empty or in some cases with old rotting away sofas and love seats. The warehouse that the Scorpion pulls up next too though, is set up just a tad differently from the variety of others in the large warehouse complex. It's more blocky, with large reinforced concrete doors that slide into the ground, thick and heavy designed for security. May have been the lots security forces garage. And seeing all the vehicles were taken away but the facility was never really decommisioned, everything that Johhny needed was inside. Jacks and wheel repair kits. Body work and chassis repair kits. It was all there. 

When he moved in  all he had to do was repair or replace some of the items. And soon most of the bays were filled with his tuned up and tricked out vehicles. From the Scorpion down to a tiny speedy Nebula Mass sportster. But as he pulls in and the big security doors grind back up into place, and the lights turn on with pings of powerful lighting rigs. It's the big Ableweryth Buffalo Combat Wagon that's already been brought out of it's bay and placed up on the repair runners.

As Johnny pulls the Scorpion into it's Bay he gets out, the automated bay turning the car so he can pull out easily enough. HE walks over to the Buffalo, already his repair drones, eight stocky work drones are pulling out the paint drums and the spray guns. The chromed combat wagon is ready to be painted over. He calls to the eight drones, "Alright boys..." He stops a moment trailing off as his five little spider drones back at the hideout relay the rest of the meeting to him. He twitches, his eyes flickering open and closed. He grunts, as the spider drones start to hide away, returning to little hidden berths to settle in and power down. He stumbles, and one of his repair drones catches him. He pants, "Thank the tech gods you guys can't tell people about that." He gulps and sniffs, touching a trail of red dripping down from his left nostril, "Getting worse...anyway...alright you guys, this thing needs to look like a SecuRanks armored truck, by morning. You know the drill, let's get this going." He meanwhile heads over to a stamping press nearby and slots a jack into his data jack, "Ahhh...okay...let's see..." He starts searching through the presses database, "SecuRanks...there we go..." The machine begins to work, stamping out two license plats and a top ID pad. Which ought to atleast fool a quick look at the plates and pad. May not hold up to a in depth look, but by then hopefully they won't need it.

As he pulls his jack he looks at one of his drones, "Get a dual .30 in to the armament bay on the top of the truck, and fill the hopper with atleast 10 minutes of ammo." The drone burble something and trundles off to do so, the other seven drones busily painting the wagon. Johhny sniffed again, ignoring the tingling in his arms and feet, losing feeling in his meat. He's got work to do.

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Johnny had fallen asleep, and dreamt of open roads, long treks and the roar of an engine...his engine. He gasps as he comes awake to the tap of one of his drones, pointing at the wagon which has been painted and three of the drones are finishing up with the turret atop it, making sure it can disappear and reappear into and out of the hidden port in the top. He nods, "alright boys good work. Great work." He sends a thought and the repair runners slowly lower into the floor of the garage. The Buffalo settling. Then with another thought it roars to life. He grins, "Alright...someone get me a danish and coffee...then...we party..." Soon after Johnny with danish and a coffee in hand taken from the food store in the garage is seated in the drivers seat of the Buffalo, jacked in and half paying attention as he cruises to the hideout to meet up with the part of the team he's taking with him. In the wagon...and him...in the drivers seat.