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Clyde didn't have a vigilante sitting at home in his noggin. No, he had a straightforward, usually, Scot who could and would do what he wanted if it made things better for his ship. The mechanic looked comfortable, as if he belonged in the building. He moved easily and quietly, which might have amazed some for the guy wasn't very small, yet he did it without looking like he was sneaking around.
When they finally made it to R&D, the mechanic paused to bask in the glory that was one kickass lab. This was what could have been his, sort of, had he chose the more neutral route. He whistled softly and moved quickly to start looking what was on the tables. He pointed out what looked like a gun, then moved on. They had so many toys...
"This is fuckin' awesome." He couldn't help himself, as he found the one thing he'd wanted from the beginning. MTN information.