Flitz sat beside the window, overlooking the courtyard of the Lost Cog's base of operations. He was dressed in jean overalls today, and he'd foregone his toolbelt -for once- for the ease of the pockets on his person. He wore a grease-stained undershirt, a pair of leather gloves missing the index, and thumb fingers on each, and heavy work-boots, unlaced. When he'd first arrived, he'd been surprised to find that a man like Mr. Bowler would have set up his investigative service in the Copper Quarter, but he had quickly grown to consider this sprawling compound that had once been wall-to-wall shopfronts, home. He looked up from the door-popper he was working on. He caught sight of the team returning from a mission, and they looked like they'd had a time of it. Bounding up from his seat -and setting the half-constructed door-popper down reverently- he picked his way through the clutter that filled his personal quarters. By the time he hit his doorway, he was racing down the rickety stairwell at the back of the building to the shopfront that now served as the main-entrance. He vaulted the counter separating the stairwell from the shop proper, and skidded to a stop in front of the tall eastern fellow. "Masahiro!" Called the tinker, taking the stylishly-tailored fellow by the arm. "You've got to tell me how it worked. Did you get a chance to use it?" Masahiro, who -for his part- had become fast friends with the tinker, pushed back the sleeve of his shirt to expose the contraption he'd been given. In his left hand was a handle, and it wrapped around his knuckles. Wires connected it to a sleek sheathe, and a pneumatic blade hidden atop his wrist, meant to pop out in response to a strike with the control surface. "It worked like a charm, tinker. Sleeker than the last one. It'll take some getting used to, but-" The PA system that had been wired throughout the building cut in on the post-mission technology rundown. Mr. Bowler's voice came over the speakers. "Welcome home, team. I'm afraid I can't afford to let you rest today, we've got a special case. I want you all here. That means you too, miss Metzger, if you'd be so kind to attend." As ever, Mr. Bowler's voice was upbeat, and notes of merriment laced his tone. Masahiro, who was almost a match for Mr. Bowler's moods, grinned. "You heard the bossman. Let's go!" And so up the stairs raced the easterner. Flitz was hot on his heels. Keeva, who was with the returning teem, crossed her arms over her chest, and shook her head ruefully. "Boys..."