Time passes and the day goes on. The clambering of the tower fades a bit to near silence except the casual chatter of tower guards and late nighters. Even Rahoul has called it a night, but his stand still sees motion. From behind a crate with empty engrams stacked on top of it, a shuffling hunter pops up to check the coast. It's clear. An exhale cuts the evening air, "I'm coming buddy, i'm coming." He takes one last look around, then as gracefully as possible, proceeds to knock down every conceivable box and crate in the stand. In his struggle, his foot gets tangled in cloth and he trips into the glass table Rahoul uses for 'advertising' his wears. A loud [i]crash[/i] before everyone turns to see... nobody? Icarus managed to completely hide himself in the mess from watchful eyes. He waits a bit. Then a bit more. Until suddenly he hears voices coming to investigate. He manages to shimmy his way behind the cloth tent and work his way up into the concrete incline towards the grated bridge above the transmat center. Spectacularly, no one seems to notice this, as they all begin shuffling through broken bits to find out what happened. *Sigh of relief* before making his way up and over the railing. He walks along the walk crouched, and almost crawling, he vaults over the edge on the far side and makes a break for the hanger bay. As he goes down the stairs, he abruptly goes into a strut walk, as if the most innocent being in the galaxy. The hanger is practically empty this late at night, except Amanda of course, who is more of an owl at this point, sleeping all day until the call of the vanguard. The night is the only time she can get real work done. Icarus strides in careful not to be seen, and works his way to a table under the Future War Cult room. Lord Shaxx's frames hang on a rack, but one looks different than the rest. Where there should be only white, the standard for the war-type frames, there is orange and blue, the standard for maintenance frames. Icarus lifts the frame of the rack and onto the table with a grunt. He's about to turn it on when to his right- "Whatcha doin' hotshot?" Icarus damn near drops the whole frame on the floor, kicking over a bin of tools in the process. "Travelers Light, you scared the shit out of me, Holly!" A name she has gotten used to from him. "I'm, uh, running some diagnostics on this frame here." He hesitates. She just smiles. "Well then, don't let me stop you. You've got the login codes?" She laughs, knowing he doesn't. "I don't need login codes if I login as another frame, now do I?" His stance changes to one of a proud accomplishment, clearly trying to show off before releasing bow illegal what he just said is. He coughs and logs in as 'Dahlia' before the frame boots to life and looks around the hanger, finding Amanda and Icarus. "Proxy! Welcome back buddy!" A moment of silence from everyone, then the frame stands and gives Icarus a cold, stiff hug before reciting, "It has been a very long time. I have been offline since the Red War approximately-" "Yeah yeah yeah, sorry about that, look. We're going to Mars, Proxy! And I'm taking you with me! How does that sound?" No reason from the expressionless frame, but Amanda furrows at him. "Mars? What are you doing out th- wait a second.." she pauses and puts her hand up to her chin. "You wouldn't happen to be going to see a certain Bray, would you?" She chuckles as Icarus blushes slightly. "Look, if you have to write down my reason for leaving or whatever, just put down 'reconnaissance,' yeah?" He nervously hides his face, grabs a box of spare parts and tools and begins to walk toward his ship. "Sure, sure, you know I got your back. As usual." She winks at him, turns with a wave, and goes back to working on Caydes 'Super Charger Turbo Engine of Awesome 3.5'