"Sorry kid, you shouldn't have messed up."

He was pinned down. The sharp boot on his chest, and the gun pointed between his eyes. "No! Please—"

The trigger had been pulled, it didn't make a sound, no blood splattered, and a dead boy was left.

A structure above the clouds, lower than the sky, and covered in dark polygons. A dome, in it, an elevator. Down it goes, right into the center of Govren. He was in the mountain which the dome stood upon. Clink. The heat here was hostile. Clink. The blacksmith hammering away. Clink. “Done with your job already, Isaiah?” it asked slowly.

“Yeah,” he took off his top, half-naked.

“Well, I made some progress.” Its movements were slow yet powerful, even its talking. “The copegun has a flaw.” It slowly put down the hammer, and picked up a collection of papers. One by one, it turned the pages.

Isaiah leaned on the wall and waited, the heat was killing him.

“Ah, here it is. I quote, ‘the gun will automatically disconnect if the master user (the user that has ownership of the gun) is killed.’”

“...”

It stared.

“Ok?”

“Just kill the master user. I was expecting you to guess that.”

“...”

“But, of course, we have a problem. How do we tell who is the master of each gun?“

“I don’t know, that’s your job to figure out.”

“Except it isn’t. It’s F’s job.”

“... Fuck this, there’s nothing to do.” He started stretching.

“Don’t worry, boss said he’d surprise us.” It put down the papers, and picked up the hammer again.

“I can’t wait an entire damn month.”

Clink. “Don’t you ever get tired of killing?” Clink.

“No. Honestly though, it’s like one of those fuckin’ anime, I’m tired of killing low-life scums, I want a challenge.”

Clink. “I still can’t believe you like Sticks and Dragons.” Clink.

He stood up straight, pointed with his fingers up, “I gave it a three!”

“Out of five.” Clink. It put down the hammer. Tall it stood, its back as if it were a boulder. With its metal palms, it bore the blade it had been smiting. “I’m done. Boss would want this now.” Zzzzzzzzsh. The pull and push of its motors were smooth, as if it had been oiled recently. Step by step it made its way to a device adjacent to the wall. It placed the blade on top of it. “Can you give me its handle?” It pointed to the bottom of which the blade connected to. Wrapped in dark leather, Isaiah picked it up, and threw it into the air. “Be careful!”

He caught it again. “It’s light.”

“Yes. The blade is also hollow. Its surface is sharp enough to pierce through diamond.” The blade was slim and long. Isaiah put the handle in the giant palm. It equipped it to the blade. It looked to be a longsword.

“You held it in your hands. It didn’t cut through.”

“A blade is useless without a master. With the right amount of force and correct angle, it can cut through anything.” Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. It entered on the numpad. The device was a circular prism, with another smaller prism on its side. On the smaller prism, it put a paper which listed all the components the sword was made of. Then, pressed the little red button after tilting up the glass cover. “You should try some of my new inventions.”

“I’m fine with what I’ve got.” He grabbed his top from the floor, and walked toward the entrance.

“I do have another invention I’m currently engineering. The boss told me to design it specially for you.”

He stopped. “Really? What is it?”

“It’s a mask, I’ll show you its capabilities once its finished.”

He continued walking toward the elevator, “all right, call me when it’s done.”

“Where you going?”

“Going to F, for any new jobs.”

Zzzzzzzzsh. It took a step closer. A giant. “We should watch some more once in awhile.”

He pressed the button, “sure, I can kill time that way.” The elevator doors closed and up it went.