Artour had been in his living quarters for the past few days. He hadn't left it once. Other people had been bringing him his meals and whatever he needed. It wasn't uncommon for him to hole up in his room until a mission started. He hadn't been doing much, anyways. He had no talents outside of the battlefield.

For the past 12 hours, Artour had been taking apart his large sniper rifle. He had been doing so in such a slow and meticulous manner. Anyone watching would be bored by the third minute. Every time Artour removed a part, he wrote inside of a small notebook. Each "chapter" had almost the exact same writing as the last. Every small blemish on a single part was noted by Artour. Any rational person wouldn't notice the small fragments of missing metal. Due to his precise writing inside of the book, Artour always noticed.

Nobody called Artour "Artour". They never called him anything because he was always alone, writing in his notebook. People who did want him tended to call him Hush, as they would never remember his full name.

Artour had finished has catalogue of his rifle. The large period of silence had given him time to think. He had thought about many different things. Things such as why he helped the freedom fighters or what traps he could make. He gave a long sigh, and began to put his sniper back together. The process was much faster. He didn't inspect each bolt, screw, piece of metal or glass this time. He just put them together with his eyes closed.

Once the Artour put the sniper together, he placed it on the large table next to his bed. From outside of a drawer from that table, Artour brought out another notebook. This notebook had the word "14" on the cover. Artour flipped the pages and found an empty section. He began to write in this one too. His writing was much faster than his inspecting.  Artour omitted the smaller details. He drew a picture of a cylinder with a valve on it. Inside of the cylinder was a small disk that would open up when someone would turn the valve. A small trap that would someone would never use. Artour wrote many chemical names next to it. He connected each chemical and where it would go inside of the tube with a line. Underneath was. Artour wrote "For use with pipes with valves" at the bottom.

In truth, someone wouldn't use most of Artour's traps. Still, it was a hobby that Artour enjoyed. It kept everything nice and quiet. Just like it should be.

Artour sat on his bed, waiting for something eventful to happen.