Pale fog hung in the streets like a miasma, illuminated into many neon shades by the many lights that lined the streets. It warped slowly in the air, almost as if it was alive. Not before long, a heavy rain permeated the fog. It pelted the city below with large drops that rang out in a clumsy medley as it contacted metal. A thin layer of moisture sat on the ground, still accumulating as the drains strained to keep up with the water. It was dark, almost oily, and it reflected the bright lights just as the fog did.
The plastic hung from his shoulders and head, the water dribbling down the hand the held it in place. Despite the heavy rain, it was clear to see the look of disdain on the Yangxi's face. He didn't own a raincoat of any sort, he could hardly think about affording one after he just lost his one. So, tarp it was, shielding him from the rain. When work was finally within gaze, he hurried his pace before getting under the foyer, throwing his damp tarp off his back. He checked the box in his hand, sighing with relief that it remained untouched by the rain. He pressed his ID to the sensor to let himself in, ducking through the doorway, shaking a few droplets out of his hair as he did so.
His eyes scanned the room. Not many people in yet, he had to come in earlier to do tuning up. Not his idea of a fun way to start the week, but what can you do? He threw his arms out, letting out a yawn with an almost cat-like stretch. "Too damn early," he muttered to himself, making his way to the garage, nearly walking into the doorway as he did so. He grabbed his goggles out of his locker, placing them over his head before making his way to the vehicles. "Let's see who hasn't been treating you so well," He mumbled to himself, slipping down below to take a look underneath. Remembering the package he was holding, he placed it above so it wouldn't get any oils or... whatever else was beneath. His hand slipped back to him before he held the light up to the wires and tubes beneath, trying to diagnose the problem.
He lied there quietly contemplating before a loud noise made him sit up quickly, slamming his head on the undercarriage. "SHHHH," he hissed, clutching his head, "WHO'S MAKING THE RACKET!"
A feet feet walked above before a familiar face dipped down to look at the Yangxi, "Apologies, you are approximately 43 minutes early for your scheduled hours," the pitch of the voice was unmistakable but he lifted his hand to shine the light at them anyway.
"Me?! You're a pilot, Qyu, you don't work for several hours," he hissed.
"I am offering my other skills since I know my way around tech, our employer asked me to cover for Shai," he replied, still covering his eyes. That caught Ranik's attention, making his ears perk up.
"She terminated her employment yesterday, I assumed you had known," she replied tonelessly.
"Quit?" He sat up again, banging his head against the undercarriage once more. He lied back, groaning. He turned over, poking his head out before pulling himself out of the ditch. "Just like that? I gotta talk to her!" He looked over at the ERO, "You know where she lives, right? Or you could find out?"
"That would be a violation to employee privacy."
"Of course it is, ah I'll just... find out myself," he trudged towards the door to leave the garage. Pausing fo a moment to walk back and grab the box he had forgotten, that was important. Regardless now, it was important to find and talk to Shai.