Bud was in what looked like to be the closest thing to a garage that the facility had, which was the training room, he was working on his motorcycle tryinhg to repair any damages done to it from his latest quest with the agency. He also used the spare time between missions to tinker with a few other things in the hopes of crafting new weapons for himself and his teammates. For a while now Bud thought about making magic drones that could be used in urban warfare efficiently with the capabilities crowd control and high-tech weaponry and the added bonus of magic. 

He had drawn up some plans in his notebook and made a few crude prototypes, but nothing too special. Bud also thought about crafting metal statues that could move and fight enemies with incredible strnegth. The possibilities of what he could accomplish with his powers and the help of the agency were vast. But this didn't get rid of his independent way of thinking and he still wasn't too much of a team player. He didn't think too much of his current teammates, all of them were younger than he was and he thought they would get in his way.

With the last of the repairs done Bud got onto to his Harley Davidson and revved up the engine causing a loud roaring sound. He made the bike lift up off the ground and did slow fly by around the area, picking up speed with each lap around the place. The noise was loud enough to be heard the building and Bud did some maneuvers in the air. This was his favorite part about being a demigod son of Horanor, being able to ride a flying motorcycle.