"Uh, guys? My dash just turned red. Says something about a heat sink warning?" Gabe grins and pulls Archangel to a stop. "Classic rookie mistake, greenhorn." He hears Dave choke back a laugh. He's bringing up the rear in Stonewall, but Gabe can picture him grinning too. "These aren't like the Assault mechs they give the Marines. You have to go easy with Enforcers; too much too fast, and your system will overload." He turns Archangel around. Through his transparent canopy of reinforced crystalline, Gabe watches Jed's Enforcer slow to a stop. "Just wait it out," he adds. "Once the heat sink starts working, it will cool everything off and you'll be as good as new." The comm crackles when Jed huffs. "Is this why you two had me 'practice my shots' on the range just now? And then insisted we fly right out to the beat?" Gabe scratches his forehead. "I'm pretty sure I have no idea what you mean." "The same way you have no idea why you made me climb in and out of the cockpit a hundred times?" Jed asks wryly.
