[table][row][/row][row][cell]That should be enough ratcheting, right? Well, it was only a trial run. Even if it broke horribly, it would still prove that it could be done. With one last creak, the final bolt formed a jank-ass connection from a large barrel to the arm. It was considerably larger than before, actually. Rather than being smaller than a pistol, it was as though he stuck a rifle on. Well, not 'as though', considering he had literally stuck a rifle on. Placing a single bullet in the firing chamber, he slapped the robot on its ass, it automatically adjusting to the blow.

[COLOR=edd855]"Buddy, if this works, your greatest foe is going to be door knobs."[/COLOR]

He hauled ass behind a thick wooden table. Was wood good enough? Eh, probably. It's not like he was a bomb maker. He could count all the ways demolitions experts sucked fat ones on his ten fingers. Coincidentally, his ten fingers was above the average amount compared to them. Suck it, sappers. He peeked over the table and took a good look at his creation. An upgrade to it, rather. Rather than firing those plinky 9x19 parabellums, it would fire .50 BMG. From a weak plinker to a god of destruction his boy was to become! Eagerly, he ducked his head down and pressed on his touch screen.[/cell][cell][center][i][sub][color=gray][color=2E2C2C],[/color]
Ooooohh~ yeah-eah...
What we're living in
Let me tell ya...
[color=2E2C2C]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx[/color]
And it's a wonder man can eat at all
When things are big that should be small
Who can tell what magic spells
And I'm giving all my love to this world
Only to be told
I can't see
I can't breathe
No more will we be
And nothing's going to change the way we-
[/color][/sub][/i][/center][/cell][/row][/table][table][row][/row][row][cell]An explosion resounded through out Elias' workshop followed by a woody thunk. It definitely wasn't good. Carefully, he looked over the table at his pet. Thankfully, Laelaps was okay. The rifle was, er, less so. The barrel had been blown into a beautiful flower and the frame had been lodged somewhere between 'embedded into the table' and 'in his sound system'. Both, even. Rest in peace Jamiroquai, he thought. It was probably a bad idea to jump from 9mm to .50 BMG. [i]Probably.[/i] Especially when he had a PhD in robotics and not engineering (or any practical experience with building guns, for that matter). Still though, there was always a next time.

As he went to inspect the full extend of damage, his arm began to vibrate. Rather, his arm-phone-controller thing. The screen displayed two messages. One from Pale Horse and one from CDA. While the job offer from Pale Horse was tempting, there was literally zero to pick them over CDA. Back to his old team, he thought as he accepted the job from CDA.

[COLOR=edd855]"C'mon buddy. Let's get you patched up so we can spite the shit out of John Browning. Fuck you, you time-traveling fuck."[/COLOR]

He paused for a moment as he began to remove the broken arm & gun combo.

[COLOR=edd855]"I really need to make you talk. Would make me seem less lonely."[/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table]