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Gustav blinked a little as the door opened. "Well well, a woman! There's not many in your line of work, I have to say."

Noticing her gesturing for him to come in, he did so, removing his outdoor jacket and hanging it on a coathook in the hallway. Looking around, he found the house was a bizarre mix of comfortable homeliness, and at the same time, a chaos of mechanical parts, books and other paraphernalia.

Entering the sitting room, where Kit was stood, he introduced himself.

"You may have heard of me, you may not have, it is of no consequence. My name is Gustav Sedriech, and I run a small successful airliner business. Anyway, the trouble is", he said, motioning to the box of piston seals on the floor by his feet, "I need someone with enough mechanical knowledge to work on my airliner. Tell me, do you know anything about a Mark I Falke? I have one of the first, and while it is a beauty, a joy to fly, it has developed a problem."

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Kit nodded and chuckled. She stood and took the man by the hand heartily. "Yes! I shall take it. You've got a deal Mr. Sedriech." Her face had lit up and she was very happy with the payment. Her dirty hands spread grease and grim onto The mans as she released him and balled her hands into fists to be placed on her hips.

"So where is this ship of yours I need to start right away... Do you have tools or should I bring my own?" Two very important questions. Her own toolset would take a long time to drag over, it was kept in it's own room and scattered about the house, she loved wrenches and pliers, hammers and mallets.

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Erin walked into town near the end of the day, the setting sun highlighting her hair with auburn light, and illuminating her eyes sharply. She was dressed in lace-up boots, knee-length workers shorts, a loose-fitting tee and a small cargo vest that covered her shoulders to just below her waist. The most conspicuous items she carried were a large metal case in her left hand and a crossbow across her back. The crossbow was mostly metal with a small steam pressure tank attached to the shoulder rest. Each tank was good for about 12 shots and served the dual purpose of assisting her to lock the cord back, and propel the bolts. She had modified the weapon further to activate a variety of "trick" bolts she'd invented.

Her critical gaze passed over the buildings and people around her as her mind went over her current assignment. Being asked to transport a new experimental valve assembly for ST&T wasn't her usual job, but the pay was good. She had of course looked it over thoroughly last night, before putting it away for safekeeping, and was impressed as usual with the workmanship. It would probably help streamline many engines on the market and be in the works for several years to come. Till some new young buck worked out a better design anyway.

The next stage of her journey was set to take off in two days time, but she needed to find a temporary residence until then. To this end, as she walked a few of the streets, she allowed her mind to expand slightly into the surrounding area. Although her first discovery of her telepathic abilities had been traumatic, she had learned to control them to the point that she was able to subtly gain knowledge of a person’s state of mind without them realizing anything. She could do more, but not as subtly, and she never liked people to know of her ability unless absolutely necessary. Besides, usually a basic knowledge of a persons feeling was all she needed. Right now she was trying to find either someone who would feel like opening their home for a few days, or a hotel manager who was disappointed about not having all their rooms filled.