The tech department was huge. It stood to reason; it took up an entire floor of the building, which had an appreciable cross-section. The divisions between divisions were marked less by signage than subtle differences in the local population of Rockets - here a good number had beards, further on they had grease-stained uniforms and the noise of machinery drowned out conversation. The deeper the two went the more put-together Rockets' uniforms seemed to be. News like Harvard got around quickly.

"Tech issues aside, how's the scene change?" Hayes asked as he ambled along. He seemed to have a good idea of where he was going, because not long after he stopped and stuck his head around a pair of double doors. "Hey guys."

"What up," someone returned from inside, then added, "Sir."