10pm. Time to close up shop. Mikael got up from his workbench and walked over to the yellow switchboard on the side of the garage wall. He pressed the red button, making the giant shutter slowly descend with a loud hum until it hit the ground with a satisfying clatter. The neon lights above reflected off the large blue shutter from the inside, making the room a bit too bright for Mikael's liking. Looking up at them, he put a finger to his mouth as if telling them to be quiet, and the lights flickered and dimmed to a more acceptable brightness. Smiling, he got back to his workbench to finish up his last bit of work for the day. 

It was an electric rifle used by their client that had some extremely intricate but broken modifications made to it. It came in that afternoon from a plain-clothed lady who insisted she wasn't a witchhunter. The family accepted, rather than risk being labeled as witch-lovers and facing the consequences of that. Of course, once Mikael started communicating with the rifle it was obvious that it came from a Homeland production line and that the client had been modifying it herself. So when her mods inevitably shorted out the entire gun, rather than getting reprimanded for destroying equipment, she brought it to a privately-owned repair store, namely, the Gear family store. A fitting name, isn't it?

Mikael sat back down at his workbench, with the rifle sitting on top. Anyone looking at him would see him staring at the gun, as though deep in thought. In his mind, however, he was talking to the gun as though he was a doctor talking to a patient. Where does it burn? Do you feel current here? How do you feel now? With every question, he narrowed down each individual problem within the weaponry. This part needs some solder, this module was burnt up by the plasma, that port leaks electricity. 

[i]'It's a wonder you didn't blow up in her face. You're a complete mess.'[/i] Mikael thought as he started taking various tools from the tool rack. In his mind already was a blueprint-like image of how the overmodded rifle ought to work and he knew exactly how to fix it. If all goes to plan, he'll be done in a few minutes.