Verz hushed his comrades in the truck. His audio sensors in his helmet picked up a metalic sound. With a few blinks, he had the audio boosters engaged, amplifying the noise, but only projecting it in the shared comm channel.
With the audio boost in effect we hear the sound of someone tinkering with something metallic in the garage.
[There are at least three distinct voices speaking.
Subject A's voice is gruff maybe belonging to a middle aged man.
Subject B's voice is more high pitched, youthful sounding.
Subject C's is robotic.
C: The boss wants this cars ready for tomorrow.
A: Yeah yeah, don't get your lug nuts in bunch we have plenty of time. Besides where do you think she would go?
B: I don't like it, Faruk. Something about this job doesn't feel right.
A: Are you serious kid? We're working for Jedi. This is golden, boy. You don't get a gig like this that often.
B: Yeah but.......
A: Shush your trap son. I know you're not comfortable........]