"Mornin' neighbor." [i]The voice came from behind Alpha, and despite the noise coming from the Sparrowhawk, you recognized the voice. Michael Drake has a distinctively charismatic voice, you'd cometo realize. He learned up against a fence post in the yard, sipping on a can of soda (or beer--you couldn't tell), and wearing a fairly tight white T-shirt, in lieu of his signature crimson jacket, forgone in the heat. [/i] "You've been doing some work Alpha. That things never looked better."