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Gregor paused for a moment, glaring at the scrap heap.
"Laugh it up," he snarled down at Cobo, stamping his foot on the boy's stomach. "Whoever did this is going to wish they were dead. But hey," he removed his foot from cobo's stomach. "This will all be taken care of soon. Though you better look out for your Uthriel..." he inclined his head towards the open doors of the other hangar. "That mechanic looks to be doing some kind of modification."
Indeed, a mechanic was sitting at the Uthriel, tinkering with its personal settings and modifications.
"Here's hoping the bastard falls out of it after messing it up decently."