“It’s a little after noon,” Jay chuckles. At noon he was still suck in awful meetings and awkward meet-ups with some of the newer recruits. Edison doesn’t seem bothered by the fact that they’ve tinkered their afternoon away, and Jay finds himself impressed once again. The Agency is all about putting in the hard work. Just because they recruit the best of the best doesn’t mean people don’t need to practice or train. They’ve lost too many recruits, and agents, to complacency and arrogance. Jay may be a cocky asshole himself, but he knows there is always another lesson to learn or skill to perfect. His work ethic is what earned him his Founder status after seven years of field work.
Jay watches Eddie work with a serious look on his face, close enough to see the work they’re doing but far enough that Jay isn’t hovering or crowding his space. When Edison asks Jay to start her up, he jumps on. Starting up Melinda is muscle memory at this point he’s done it so often. She comes alive with a purr that quickly changes to the growling noise that has Jay worrying. He watches them over his shoulder, a confused look on his face as Eddie sprays water at the motorcycle. He’s never seen a mechanic do that before, but Jay doesn’t exactly hang out in a garage all day and night. Edison gives him the cue and Jay cuts the engine, getting back off the bike.
“I’ll order some new parts but if you have a quick fix that’ll do for now.” Jay’s voice is grateful. He doesn’t want to get assigned a new mission while Melinda is out of commission. Jay’s borderline obsessive over his bicycle. He’s lucky, because he has the money to do so and keep his bike running at top condition. Forgetting checks and letting issues pile up is a fast way to get dead out in the field. Just like Jays, guns, weapons, and other gadgets, he’s meticulous in his inspections and upkeep.
Jay lets out a sigh he didn’t even know he was holding in when Edison asks him which field he works in. So the kid really doesn’t know who he is. Jay keeps it all casual, not willing to diverge that he’s a Founder and have Edison close up on him. They seem genuine, nice, and Jay is enjoying a casual interaction with a recruit. He’s finding himself enjoying Eddie’s company, which is risky considering they have about a twenty percent chance of sticking around. Jay decides to roll with the odds.
“Just a field agent. What you guys do in tech is way above my skill level.”
"A quick patch up will do for today then," Eddie grins, standing back up to full height and taking a few steps aside to the collection of tools and items they neatly piled out of the way. They whistle a low tune, looking for one thing in particular.
Jay definitely is smart to not let the temporary weld be the permanent solution. As he said, it's just a quick fix. "I can take care of replacing the parts when they come in... if you'd like, that is." When Eddie finds the dremel tool, they pull it out and attach the wire brush head. The trigger on it is pulled quickly and it let's out a loud drilling sound for that second before it is released, just a test to make sure the battery in it is charged. They then begin their search in hopes the Agency has some form of welding metal around.
"Hey, a fellow field! I couldn't be a techie - I don't have the brains for it. But I've definitely snooped around... Jackson wouldn't let me touch his prototypes which was a disappointment." But anytime Eddie is told not to do something is a disappointment. "I've been so caught up in here, I definitely have been negligent in the 'going out and making friends' part of settling in. The vehicles and everything are way more high tech than anything I've worked with back home. Not to say I can't, it's all a fun challenge for me." So hours slip by and soon it's evening, and then Eddie buries themself in work. Frankie was right the day they sparred in the gym, Eddie's poor habit of being a garage dweller may hinder their advancement in performance elsewhere.
Ah, well, it's still early on.
When Eddie doesn't turn up anything, they shrug. Their probably have Quiksteel in their messenger bag. Crouching back down in front of the bike they turn on the dremel tool and begin cleaning out the area of the leak, removing small grains of debris and anything else that could get in the way of the patch. When they are satisfied with their work they turn the dremel off and look in as closely as they can to the area. "Pass me my bag, yeah?" Â They make a motion to it where it's settled near the pile of items they brought over earlier.