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of power relays, both in the same section, were damaged during the fighting. I need you to either repair them, or find a way to reroute power through dormant relays, whichever is easier. Where are you at right now?” she asked.
    “I'm in the elevator lobby of Level Eight, fresh off the lift, pretty much.”
    “Okay, good. Level Eight isn't very big, at least in terms of walking around. It just holds the primary power plant. Head down the hall beyond the lobby to the primary room, then, along the left hand wall, take the third door. That will lead you to the relays and you can assess the damage for yourself...how are you at technical stuff?”
    “I'm pretty good,” Enzo replied. It wasn't quite the truth, but it wasn't quite a lie. It was more that he'd picked up a lot of random knowledge. He could handle an eclectic smattering of situations, and some he outright couldn't.
    Of course, he wasn't going to tell her that.
    “Good. Get there, make the repairs. If you can't, reroute them. There's a terminal in the room. The process should be easy.”
    Enzo set out, leaving the lobby and coming to the corridor. While he still had her, Enzo intended to get some more info out of her.
    “So, what's your name? Who are you?” he asked, coming to the door and opening it. Peering through the opening he made, he spied a large, decently-lit room that was the main bay for the primary generator.
    While it was obvious that a fair amount of fighting had gone on, there didn't seem to be anything actually alive within the confines of the bay.
    “My name is Eve, but how about you go first?” she replied.
    Enzo smirked, and then complied. If there was one thing he was addicted to beyond his need to do whatever it took to dull the pain in his shoulder, it was women. There was nothing better than the raw, chemical pleasure of a morphine shot straight to his shoulder, but the unfiltered ecstasy of sex with a hot woman was a very close second. Even in the midst of all this, if there was the slimmest chance that he could meet up with this Eve and maybe relieve some stress with her in a closet somewhere, he'd take it. Who knew?
    He'd gotten laid under crazier circumstances.
    “My name is Enzo. I'm a mercenary, have been for a long time now. I'm good with guns, all of them. Same for vehicles. I can drive and pilot pretty much anything that moves. I've fought in conflicts on over two dozen worlds, killed a lot of guys and I don't have a home. No family left, no real friends left, either.”
    It wasn't quite a script, but it was more or less what he tended to tell most of the women he came across. He augmented it, depending on who was talking to. He put more emphasis on his combat prowess and killing techniques if he was talking to a fellow mercenary or a Marine babe, since they were into that. He focused more on 'seeing the galaxy', all the interesting places he'd been and the traveling he'd done if he was talking to a civvie.
    “I see,” Eve replied. He couldn't read her reaction, although he thought she was less than thrilled about his response.
    So maybe she was a tougher nut to crack. It didn't matter, he was pretty sure she'd be more impressed when she actually saw him.
    “Oh hell,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I need to go again.”
    And then she was gone. Enzo sighed. He found the door he was supposed to go through and hit the access button. It opened to reveal a small room that had obviously been heavily damaged in the fighting, as Eve had pointed out. Blood ran down the walls in rivulets, pooled on the floor and even dripped from the ceiling.
    The walls themselves were less walls and more instrumentation panels. Several of them were dark and dead, others spat blue-white sparks occasionally. The actual power conduits, square silver boxes mounted on the walls that resembled fuse-boxes of old, still seemed relatively intact, compared to everything else. He walked up to the first one and pulled open the door panel.