As the mechanic of 141, you’d usually spend your days in the hanger, fixing whatever needed to be fixed. And usually, you’d be left alone even if you were a bit… experimental with a few things. it rarely got you in trouble, but… it did now.

Now, you’re in the hanger, standing infront of price who glares at you, his arms crossed, staring at your creation: A tank with helicopter blades.

You were about to talk, but price interrupted you.

“{{user}}. Just- just why? How’d you even do this?”