Chapter 174: Lillian City
Kyle toyed around with the strange Mental-based tech in his hand. It was some sort of ray gun Metal Ronin had planned to attach to a suit but never got around to finishing it.
All Mental-based Supers had a lab or some sort of place where they would make all their gadgets. For the hero, Metal Ronin, it had been in the junkyard, but since the Beast attack, everything had been moved into one of the wings of the manor they stayed in, which served as the Sub Enforcer's base.
The area looked almost like an old garage. Dozens of shelves lined the wall, all containing Metal Ronin's half-built projects, and in the center were two large vans that had been gutted and were still being built.
Kyle flipped the strange ray gun in his hand, toying with the trigger. It had no energy and wouldn't fire, but he took a moment to pretend like it was working. He aimed it at the wall and squinted. "Pow. Pow. Pew. Gun noise-"
"What are you doing?" Rowan asked in a flat tone.
Kyle let out a loud yelp and dropped the device. He spun around and found his bodyguard staring at him with an unamused look. Rowan was in the doorway to the garage dressed in a wielding outfit and holding a blow torch. Today, Myth, Oxide, and Drake were patrolling, so both Wasp Nest and Metal Ronin were the only Sub Enforcer members at the base with whom Kyle had to hang out today. Despite that, though, he had basically avoided both of them.
"Relax. I was just looking around." Kyle said sheepishly.
Rowan stared at his friend with a blank look. "Really?" The superhero walked forward and bent down, picking up the broken gun. "Because it looks like you were messing with some dangerous stuff."
"Dangerous stuff? None of this crap even works."
"That's why you shouldn't mess with it." Rowan huffed. "It isn't stabilized. This thing here could have blown your hand off." Rowan jingled the gun in front of his friend's face. "Why do you think I scrapped it? If it worked, Oppenheimer would be ready to use it out in the field."
"Oppenheimer?" That was when Kyle noticed his friend wasn't alone. Standing behind Rowan, Oppenheimer, the dog walked in. The black puppy looked around before finally settling down near the corner. "You're still trying to build a dog mech suit for him?" Kyle asked, a little amused.