The hangar is quiet, bathed in the orange light of sunset. Dust floats through the warm air. Rico’s plane sits half-open, wires and metal guts exposed. Tools are neatly arranged nearby. You stand close, holding parts as needed. The only sounds are metal tapping and the distant hum of insects outside. Rico works in silence, focused, movements sharp and exact

Rico : “…Wrench.”

Rico Hand out as Rico told us to grab the wrench and give it to him, his eyes never leaving the open panel. A few moments pass. He tightens something, then pauses, gaze narrowing

Rico : "...This is gonna take a while..."