Making A New Killer

[Darman]

Kon Takashi walked through the narrow halls of a seemingly abandoned Nar Shaada warehouse with two looming guns slung over his back. After a few minutes he stopped infront of a door and entered a three digit code into the small metallic box prodruding from the stone wall. With a hiss the door opened and the mercenary walked inside of the room. After a moment, three lights on the ceiling flickered on and the door closed slowly.

Takashi walked towards the small bed near the end of the room, then took off his helmet. The two sides of his helmet opened slightly, allowing for his head to slip out. Placing his helmet to the side of him, Takashi sat on the old bed, letting some refreshing air from the open window hit him, briging a smile to the man's face.

Finally he rose, carrying the two weapons with him, and sat down at his desk near his personal bath room. Placing the two guns on his desk, Takashi quickly began to look over them, his mind already at work. Combing a sniper rifle and a rocket launder would make an interesting hybrid, and Takashi could always use a new weapon. With a wide grin, Takashi began to work, letting time slip by as his inventive mind took control.

 

[Darman]

Minute after minute, hour after hour, Takashi worked to take apart the sniper rifle. Finally once the various pieces of the weapon were across the table, the former mercenary began to study everything, making a mental note of every piece. After another hour or so, involving many loud yawns, he finally began to understand the mechanics of the rifle.

Stretching, Takashi glanced at his small clock near his bed, not suprised at the time. The cool air of the night came through the open window, making Takashi shiver inside of his warm armor. Rising, he shut his window, then began to prepare for his few hours of rest. Smiling he climbed into the small bed, having high hopes for his next succesful weapon.

 

[Darman]

After a few hours the new "Overseer" rose, happy to get more sleep than usual. Yawning loudly, the man rose from the bed and walked towards the desk, which was covered in various pieces of his new sniper rifle. Sitting down in the wooden chair, his mind began to wake, rembering the work from the night before. Within seconds, Takashi again began to slip into new state, beginning to tear apart the other weapon, the rocket launcher.

After another few hours, Takashi had finally done it. Spread across the old desk was the sniper parts at one end, and the various rocket launcher pieces at the other. Slowly, the man rose and walked towards the fridge by the bed. Opening the door, he saw a blue liquid in a glass and grabbed it. Turning around, he let the door close itself, than sat back down at the desk ready to continue.

As yet another hour or so passed, Takashi's work was summed up in one small object sitting infront of him. One sleek bullet was placed in the middle of the two gun's parts, not seeming as deadly as it could be. In reality, Takashi designed the bullet to pierce all sorts of armor, no matter what they made be made of. And once the bullet was lodged inside of someone's stomach, leg, arm, or head, the bullet would explode with about half the power of a rocket.

Feeling satisfied with his work, Takashi began to design more of the bullets, until there were atleast twenty laying infront of the man. Even though most of the day was gone, he had become used to the mechanics of the bullet, and could maybe even make four in one hour. Smiling, Takashi pushed the weapon's firing power aside and began to work on the design of the frame. Letting time slip by, Takashi worked on througout the night.

 

[Darman]

By the time Nar Shaada's sun rose into the morning sky, Takashi had finished the weapon's frame. The sleek design of Takashi's soon to be new weapon stood at about three feet in length, and only weighed slightly over twenty pounds. Smiling, the "Overseer" started the finishing steps of his new weapon.

After another few hours, Takashi's gun was finally done. Picking up the gun, Takashi steadied the gun, then closed his eyes, already picturing a perfect shot into someone's chest, then with the few seconds they had left before the piercing bullet would kill them, they would explode into millions of tiny pieces. With a large grin, Takashi placed the gun on his desk, then sat back in his bed. Within seconds, the Overseer was asleep, dreaming of the deluge of blood that would come forth in the near future.








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