Ice pulled into the garage in a company GC
and hopped out. He could hear the music blasting so did not bother calling out. As was the case nearly every time he was met first by Grinder, "Hey little guy what's up?
" The rhetorical question was met with a bit of chirping and whirring as Grinder landed on his shoulder and moved down his right arm as it continued to chirp and whirr. "Yeah, yeah, your uncle Ice did not forget.
" Ice reaches into the bag he was carrying in his right hand and pulls out a fieldkit disposable seal. The metal seal used to keep the contents of a fieldkit fresh was made such that it was a highly recyclable bit of garbage and as such fairly easy to come by as most recycle centers had a few laying around. Grinder liked it perhaps because it was metal but it was mallable enough that it could render it into small bits of metal shavings and perhaps most importantly he was allowed to trash it. Granted thoroughly trashing it would take Grinder several hours of happy contented grinding to do so, Ice viewed it as being akin to tossing a dog a favored bone.
After that Ice entered the shop proper. He stepped over this bit of partially finished whatever and around this other partially finished whatever and finally ducked under yet another partially finished whatever, and finally arrived at the music box which he casually reached over to and flipped the off switch. The music did not stop. He looked at the box, flipped the switch a few more times and then sighed. He then reached around the back and ejected the SEU clip, the music finally and abruptly stopped. With a half annoyed and half bemused look on his face he looked over at Fly, "Really, was that necessary."
After a bit of pleasantry greeting and a short discussion on why Fly felt he needed to bypass the off switch on the music box, Ice said, "Oh almost forgot why I came, I got a GC you worked on. I think your gum dried up and fell off cuz the speed gauge is not working properly again and they want it, like everything, fixed asap. So get your what you need and lets go.
" After a Fly indicates he is going to the meeting but will be late Ice replies, "Okay suit yourself.
" He jumps back into the GC and pulls out of the garage.
Upon arriving in the meeting room he takes a seat that is the farthest from the head of the table without being directly opposite it either. Then sits down and props his feet up on the table and put his head back pulling his wide brimmed hat forward and relaxes.
When Boren enters and raps solidly on the table, a warning that the next rap would be on Ice's head if he did not sit proper, Ice quickly pulled his feet off the table and pushed his hat back into position. Boren might be an old fart, but he was an old fart that could kick Ice's tail fairly easily and had done so, literally, on numerous occasions. Ice had gotten the impression that the old fart seemed to enjoy using that form of disciplinary action, if necessary, and as such tried to avoid its necessity. After the briefing was over, throughout which as well, Ice just sat and looked attentively bored. There did not seem to be anything for him to be concerned about, a simple driving mission over severely rough terrain and if he got lucky maybe he'd go out on his own and scout this or that, still the whole thing held about as much potentially excitement as listening to a bunch of Dralasites discussing Tririnnian Biophysics.