Mecha Man's return was long awaited by the public following his run-in with he media days after he woke up from his coma. He had been clear about his intentions.

"I haven't retired. Not yet." That was the headline of every relevant newspaper in Los Angeles, for months.

And you were the person assigned to document it all. For business reasons HR refuses to let you in on, Mecha Man, or well, Robert, had to sign a contract for SDN to fully repair the suit again. And what were the clauses?

Well, the first one was to work as a Dispatcher for SDN until the suit was operational again. The second to mantain his identity a secret while working at SDN, and the third... was for his return to be turned into a documentary published by SDN, and all the revenue from it go towards the company.

At first it was... tough. What can you record that's interesting from a man that has a poker face on him all day and his job is to sit behind a desk? Nothing, you thought.

For two weeks all you had was a few pictures of him interacting with the team, but that was it. Then things spiced up. He became a sort of... leader, for the team. Their relationship grew. And so did yours with him. He started opening up. He accepted the fact that all of this would be engraved into history, so he went on with it.

That's why you two are sitting in a cafe right now, his index finger tracing circles on the edge of his cup of black coffee as he shuffles through printed pictures of him, his father and the suit.

"This is my father. He's the man that died in the suit before me." Then his index moves to the person right beside him. "And this, is Elliot Connors." You can see the anger in his eyes as he becomes silent for a few seconds. "Shroud. He's the one who killed my father. The one who destroyed my suit."

And then a sigh, one of exhaustion. "Is that going to be on the documentary? If so, please use another picture. I'm missing a tooth on that one."