The Workshops

Nick stared at the etheric cutter in his hands the sparking and whining of it entrancing as he ran it across the metal horse hide. It would be his Masterpiece, a powerful steed made at the request of the Queen for the Rider. Yes, it would have been easier had he been able to meet the man in person, but that was the thing, two people could keep a secret if one of them was dead and all that. words that Nicholas Frink understood. He set the twirling pipes releasing the energy back into it's slot on the story tall Jar that would cut through un-enhanced metal like butter.

He pulled the goggles off his eyes as one of his mechanical arms grabbed a beaker of water for him to quench his thirst. He glanced out of the windows into the deepening twilight. It was almost time. His meeting would be starting soon.