Snippet #1581734

Amadore threw a wrench at the flickering florescent light above him. The damn cold was seeping into his garage again and was freezing all the electrical wires. Again. He huffed in annoyance. Not only did he not like the cold, having grown up in warm, sticky Australia, but he was sure that if the temperature dropped anymore he wouldn't be able to properly fix his prized Garrucha. And it needed to be fixed before he went back out onto the field.

Sighing in frustration, Amadore picked up his cellphone and dialed his lab assistant's number. 'She should already be at Headquarters.' The phone rang for all of three seconds before a chipper voice sang through the speaker. Amadore held the phone a safe distance from his ear. What he could understand from his colleague was something about the lab results of experiment 431 and 345 had turned out positive and ready for use on the field.

"Good on ya mate!" He all but cut off the girl's excited rambling. It wasn't that he wasn't excited too but there were more pressing and cold, oh so very cold, matters to be handled first. "Now listen up. I need ya to get me some fly wire and fang it. Got that? I'm flat out like a lizard drinking right now and need some help. This bloody crap hole of mine is like a fridge!" His assistant had spent enough time with him to understand that he wanted her to get some flyscreen, fast because he was swamped with whatever he was working on while he freezes his ass off at home.

"Chief Forza why don't you just come in and work on whatever it is over here?" She piped up as she scooted around the lab gathering what he asked for. She decided to make him a cup of coffee while she was at time.

"Mate I'm having a go at it! But I think my arse is frozen to my chair. But I'll try to be there in a jiffy. Anything is better than this bloody rat trap here!" Amadore hasty packed up his supplies and checked to see if all his weapons and equipment was on him. He needed the flyscreen to reach into his Garrachu and dislodge residue that had built up in it. Unfortunately he had used the last of his fly wire to make a series of barbed grenades. Which sadly turned out to be a failure of an experiment. Shrapnel went everywhere. Something Amadore wasn't sure he could avoid every time.

Saying a quick goodbye to his loyal assistant, Amadore made his way quickly out into the frosty air. His SG 550 in a duffle bag so he wouldn't scare any civilians. It was rare of him to dress in his SWAT uniform. He stuck to his garage clothes. A simple white wifebeater and a part of oil stained pants and black boots. If only it hadn't been the middle of bloody winter he wouldn't have to wear his heavy down blue coat. Deciding to pass through the park in an effort to save time Amadore caught snippets of various peoples conversations. Oddly enough they all seemed to be talking about the same thing. Two people. A man and female, with oldly colored hair being pressed for being mutants or being human. It seemed like everyone he jogged past was split on the debate.

'Well this is something to definately bring up at Headquarters. And even slip a word to Gallahger.'