Devon snapped awake as the trumpet blast woke them all up. It was quite irritating, but he was more than used to it by this point. Training tended to do that to a man, afterall, and he was dressed in something other than simple pajamas within moments, ready to attend whatever it was that the base commander had planned. It was a funeral, quick and simple. (See collab post with DT for rest.)
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After speaking to Golem, Devon found himself with something new to do. While he'd veered off to the cyborgs lab, he realized that he needed his equipment first. Returning to the barracks, he retrieved his suit of armor, complete with faulty wiring, and the blueprints he had used to build the additional systems he'd incorporated. Carrying the armor in a duffel bag and the blue prints in a folder, he made his way to Dimitri's lab, ariving in time to see Bear leaving. He wondered what the man had spoken to him about, and then realized that he really didn't care. It surely didn't concern him, afterall, so why should he? He knocked heavily on the door, right as it closed, not giving any mind to the man passing him, instead listening for a voice on the other end of the door.

"What is it? I'm very busy." The voice sounded annoyed at receiving a second visitor so quickly, but Devon didn't really care. He was here to serve the Enclave, and Devon was Enclave.

"One of Eagle Squad. I need your help in fixing up my armor." A very audible sigh, though muffled, came out, Devon wondering how much the man hated dealing with other people. It would interrupt him from his work, afterall.

"Fine fine, come in, be quick about it." He pushed the door open and walked inside, glancing around the lab rather curiously. Still, it was hard to miss the man with a third arm, and he approached casually, putting down the suit of combat armor onto an empty table. He put the blueprints down next to it, before clearing his throat.

"I've added some modifications to my armor, the most significant being build in injectors for stimpacks and stimulants. The issue is, I am not a master of technical work, and somewhere along the line I screwed up the mechanics. It works, somewhat, though you can't turn off the flow of chemicals once they're started. I need you to fix that, that's it." Devons voice was very matter of fact, giving a very clear objective in mind. Truly, it wasn't a massive problem, and Devon could probably fix it on his own, given enough time, but he needed it ready incase a second mission came within days. He didn't have the time to waste fixing it on his own, not when he had other things to do with his precious time, such as train.

Dimitri looked him over, and retrieved the suit of armor, examining it as well. Finally, another very noticable sigh was released. "Very well, I'll fix your armor... Someone of my caliber should have no issue with such a trivial issue. Now go, you're disrupting my concentration." Devon let out a small chuckle and left, leaving behind the blueprints and armor, heading off to the barracks to relax for the next little while. Today was going to be a lazy day, of sorts for him. He still intended to run through a routine of exercises, but not at this ungodly hour of the morning. He'd do his exercise when he had just a tad more sleep.