[Date: 10/12 1400 GMT.] [Tim stops by to talk to Victor.] [He's presently testing some of the more exotic of SAB's stockpiled weaponry. Not the fun kind of testing, just running diagnostics and doing routine maintenance in the like.] [He doesn't notice Tim enter.] [Start!] * Tim walks in and looks at whatever it is Victor's working on. (It look like something that'd explode if he started?) (Probably not, but Victor does have a lab coat and a crazed look, so strictly speaking he could make a cup of tea explode if he started.) * Tim thinks about that for a bit and waits for him to take a step back away from the device. [After a bit Victor steps back from the device. "Zat shall slice up some devils." He smiles with pride. Hey Victor. * Victor glances up. "Ah. Hello Tim. Vhat can I do for you?" I've got challange for you. * Victor grins. "Vhat sort of challenge?" * Victor then blinks. "Not a duel type challenge, yes? As I did zink yours was an open relationship." Nah, nothing like. I wouldn't even try to reign her in. This is a different sort of challange. I want you to build something for me. * Victor nods and looks relieved. "Ah, good, good. Vhat sort of zing?" * Tim grins. "The sort of thing I can't tell you about untill after you tell me if you can keep it a secret." * Victor thinks for a moment. "Zis is not somezing zat can get me hauled before ze Hauge, yes?" * Tim thinks about that. "Only if you don't make it right." * Victor nods. "Ah, zen I agree." * Tim grins. "Okay... here's a story. I used to steal things for a living, and I've given that up to come work here at SAB. But... I was approched by an individual with an interesting proposal. He wants me to try and steal Margeurite's plasma rifle for him." Evidently he knows somebody with a grugde against her. Now personaly I don't care what he does, but she's kinda pissed at Yvonne so taking her gun will only piss her off more. So I've got a delema you might be able to get me out of. * Victor nods. "Ah, so you vant me to create a rifle. Zat is good, as I vould not vant to anger Marguerite." Nah, it gets better. I don't want it to shoot. I want it to explode. I want to make sure nobody else tries this, and to make sure that Maggie doesn't wind up with the fake I want you to make it so that it looks like her gun, but if she ever picked it up she'd know it was wrong. Make the balance way off or something. * Victor nods and grins. "Ah, vise, I see you have zought zis through. How large of an explosion?" Room? City-block? Mhm... howabout small house? * Victor nods. "Zat I could do. Although if zey are quite familar with ze guns appearance, it may be hard to fool zem if I don't have access to ze original." She's never brought it in here? She has. I have pictures. I just can't guarantee perfect vithout her stopping by and letting me look it over. Well, that should be more than the guy I'm giving this to has and we're trying to make it so she couldn't possibly mistake the two. We'd get in an amazing ammount of trouble for turning her into a crater. * Victor nods. "Vell, I could get ze look perfect but ze weight and feel off." But if zey have no more zan pictures, it should be fine. That's what I was aiming for, Oh and of course the trigger is the trigger. * Victor. "Sensible. I can do zis, but I vill need some funds. Vithout SAB approval I shall have to get some parts on ze black market. Zis is probably a good idea anyvays. If zey run detailed tests before tiring, ve vould not vant zem to use it in a vay to implicate us." Well, SAB is going to be funding this somewhat indirectly. * Victor nods. "You vill be using your SAB pay?" They're so generious with it, it'd be a shame to not use it. * Victor laughs. "Excellent. Vell, for an explosion ze size of a small house and my highest level of craftmanship, 50,000 pounds. Zere is no need for insurance on zis one." * Tim grins. "That will do nicely." Excellent. Zis vill take a few days. Is zat alright? It's just fine. Anyzing else? * Tim shakes his head. "Nah, I'll probibly be back when after I find out something about Mak. Right now I know he's got a motercycle and a big gun." * Victor nods. "Vell, a big pistol. Not so big in comparison to some of your compatriats." True. [End!]