[004 | VIDEO]

[spah]

[Video comes on, and the device is pointed to an outside view of a garage in a Level 3 alley. It's likely not far from the main urban area, as faint bustling can be heard in the background. Just in front of the entrance, a blue neon sign comes on: CONAGHER'S TOOLS & MUNITIONS]

Beaut, ain't she?

[Judging by the Texan accent behind the camera, it's Engineer.]

Hey, y'all. This is Engineer, and... well. I guess Dell's fine, seein' as I got my real name up in neon now.

[He chuckles.]

Anyway. I just opened up shop. Conagher's Tools & Munitions is my personal workshop, here on Level 3, just outside the urban area.

You wanna come by, I can design, build, maintain, or fix you just about anything mechanical. My specialty's weapons, prosthesis, and robots. If you wanna bring me anythin' else, though, we can probably work somethin' out. I take chroma and demichroma both. If you need a mechanical engineer, come on down. I'm good at solvin' problems.

[A pause passes. He clears his throat.]

And, uh. For anybody who knows me personally, I guess... I live here now, too. You wanna get a hold of me, I'll be down here from now on.

[As the transmission ends, he leaves an address.

Business details and requests for Engineer's new business can be found here!]

Comments

[spah]

I got my first shotgun when I was nine. Ain't what I asked.

[ultralord]

Thirty-six.

( Since he was going to be all grumpy about it... )

[spah]

Kid. I asked 'cause I was curious. Y'ain't gotta make a stink about it.

[ultralord]

Ain't I?!

( The improper use of improper grammar means he must be serious. )

[spah]

Okay.

[look like he was just asking to make conversation, he doesn't care this much.]

[ultralord]

( He's a good man. )

How much power are we talking? This ray gun can't be the kind that gets through airport security, if you know what I mean.

[spah]

[ok buddy.]

'Bout as much as the average ray gun, probably.