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Sorin had begun attempts to piece together his small model of a tank. The majesty of the massive assault weapon in his pontiffâs image - reduced to such a pathetic toy, just the thought brought a pout to Sorinâs face. But he was a clever young man much like his mentor and âborrowedâ inventions where ever they may be, and so to this contraption should not prove too difficult. He sat at a table outside of some little eatery to work but it would seem he was missing something. A tool heâd need. Frowning he eyed his incomplete project. It was wobbly and unstable though, the right shape. He needed something to tighten the screws more so than what his nimble fingers alone could provide.
âAh! Sir, if you have a moment!â Heâd chime out to the very next passerby, who happened to be a man with glasses and a studious look about him. âI seem to have found myself in a bit of a pinch, you see Iâm at a loss.â Motioning towards the little model on the table, bits and parts still laid out, Sorin folded his arms. âYou see?â
