In Repair (Harvey)
It had started at work.  Shortly after her first cup of coffee Jensen noticed her WiFi acting up when her CNN news feed began cutting in and out.  It wasn't critical, but it was annoying so when lunch came Jensen went to reset it.  Hiding in the ladies room she ran her still-human fingers along the her armpit looking for the access joint. It should have been a simple button press reset; instead, when she hit the button a sharp shot of pain ripped through the wiring and thus through her whole body.  The vision in her left eye went black for a moment.  Something was wrong and as she tried to move her arm to dissipate the pain she heard a distinctly metal noise before she felt the hinge lock. Something in the arm was broken.  The WiFi, however, came right back on and all other systems were reporting normal. 

From her desk she sent a message.

Brandon, the arm's broken.  Need a repair.

Out of town until next Thursday, Jen.  You're going to have to go see my friend. I'll let him know to expect you tonight.

A second message from Brandon contained information for a man named Harvey. 

Six hours later, Jensen rang the bell outside the address Brandon had provided, her jacket pulled tight and her head down.  She wanted to be as invisible as possible.