Rocket, hunched over a workbench in his father's garage, grunted as he tried to pull apart his rocket launcher for maintenance. Setting little bits of metal and screws aside, he held it up and rotated it to inspect it closer. Ensuring that the launcher was unloaded, he pulled on the trigger. A hiss came from his weapon, smoke rising from it. "Oh, damnit, damnit!" he grumbled, swinging his head to check if anyone was near. Upon seeing you, he instinctively tried to cover up his launcher.