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[Not far into the East Wing is an old garage-like area and a light hanging over a futuristic looking motorcycle. It's mostly black with flames painted on the frame. Parts of it have since been removed and lie on the floor, on special towels for that purpose. Allison is under the bike, screwdriver in her teeth and dressed in beat up jeans and a T-shirt.]
[She takes a moment to slide out from under the bike, to look in the nearby tool box for a tool.] Why can I never find the right wrench size when I need it?
[ooc: Allison has left memos to contact her in the garage if you're part of her recon team.]
[She takes a moment to slide out from under the bike, to look in the nearby tool box for a tool.] Why can I never find the right wrench size when I need it?
[ooc: Allison has left memos to contact her in the garage if you're part of her recon team.]