Your trip to Mexico was a bit of a comedy of errors, to be honest. Aside from the fun and engaging mess that was getting everyone tickets and the boat ready, you also needed to do some basic security paperwork for the company. They were understandably a little worried about your group heading out, and as it turned out so was the government. Fortunately, once a squadron of (somewhat disguised) Legionnaires was scrounged up to provide security, things went off without a hitch. You got on to the boat, and were headed out momentarily.
Of course, once you actually got into Mexico, things got a little harder. Your Legionnaires were "held up in customs" due to some severe disagreements, which is soldier-speak for someone starting to throw punches. Since they weren't your problem, though, you didn't worry about it. As it was, the engineers were trying to go haring off every which way, and their wives were entirely onboard with it.
For the majority of the vacation, you'd booked the Hotel de Plaza Antigua in some sleepy suburb of Mérida, in the Yucatan. The beaches were amazing, the drinks were cheap, and most importantly there weren't too many revolutionary elements stirring up trouble: something your Legionnaires were very happy about, once customs was done relieving them of their contraband weaponry and had given them some time in jail to cool off.
Of all the things in Mexico to do, there were several dozen activities that took your fancy. Sportsfishing and diving took up no small amount of time, and there were more than a few chances for you to go out and get properly celebratory away from the wife- although, you were noticing there would be far fewer single engineers and mechanics coming back to France then there were leaving it. Still, it was fine. Everything was doing just fine.
Of course, "just fine" didn't defuse the family issue you had waiting back at the hotel. The problem was, there had been a few… shall we say, fine gentlemen? we shall… from Sales whom wanted to look into breaking into the agricultural markets here, since the outbreak of peace in our time was hurting the bottom line. While the concept of sketching up a civil service walker instead of a full-bodied war machine sounded fun for a hobby thing, you really didn't want it to become your full-time job. That said, the company was helping foot the bill for the hotel, so you needed to scrounge up something actionable while your sub-heads were talking shop with incredibly grungy expatriates who'd come over back during the Porfiriato.
So, the question was, where could you find some actionable corporate intelligence? The only two major mecha users around here were the archeologists and the agriculturists, and neither of those was exactly a riveting time for you. The archeologists mostly used porter-type mechs to move from point A to point B in the jungles where the ancient Mayan/Aztec/whomever's ruins were. The mecha would need to be fairly well-adapted to poor terrain, have long-lasting endurance, and judging by the size of some of the artifacts you saw them pulling out of the jungle to take to the port, be good at moving large and awkward loads. Conversely, the agricultural mecha would need to be capable of handling some truly massive loads on the local quadruped frames, and be quite agile about it to boot while still using the local engines: engines which, to your chagrin, were frequently either American imports or two-stroke bangers designed to run on nearly anything. If they could haul several tons of produce or logs on that, well, what could it do when you had to start strapping on armor and guns?
…You should probably find a better way to phrase it than that, the Revolution was still in living memory and French arms dealers hadn't earned a sterling reputation during it. Better get ready to start hiding who exactly you worked for, then.
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Votes
[] Go mess around with the Archeologists (+Esoteroic)
[] Go talk with the agricultural people (+Foot)
