[center][h2][color=f26522]Andrew Blare[/color][/h2][/center]
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“[color=f26522]Bloody Hell[/color],” Andrew swore as his data pad chirped out a new work order for him. He knew what it would be before looking at the pad. It was Mrs. Tsao Ming, she probably poured grease down the kitchen drain again plugging the sewer of the entire apartment building. Worse, she probably did it intentionally as she had a thing for Andrew. Sure enough the work order was Ming complaining about the sewers. 

He leaned over the card table that functioned as his desk, work shop, and lunch room. 
“[color=f26522]Fifteen minutes and I would be off, now I get to spend an hour cleaning out curry coated grease[/color],” He said to Tommy his partner who was heading to a new job working for some corp.
Tommy laughed at him and said, “I leave this entire kingdom to you!” 
Andrew had been slowly making the garage into a real workshop. He had been building and rebuilding equipment and making parts to fix things. 

As Andrew got into the utility truck, turned the key, and then beat on the steering wheel.
“[color=f9ad81]I’m to smart for this.[/color],” he yelled.
The truck started. 

Andrew was one of the neighborhood good guy’s. If something broke Andrew would probably help you out. 

The sewer project was as bad as he expected. Rotting white chunks of grease filled the line as he cleaned the lines, then he hit something. It had snagged on the line and he was able to pull it back. In the slums people flushed all sorts of things. Drugs, guns, bodies just to name few. 
Finding a bag with cash, a vibroblade, and data chips was a surprise.  He wrapped the items in plastic and carried it and his gear back out to the truck. 

If Mrs. Ming found out what he found the entire building would know. He wanted to keep it quiet.