Perceptor’s large frame hovered over the cluttered desk. Different tools and data were strewn around; almost like it was carelessly done.

Yet, it was purposefully done. Every piece of unorganized equipment was supposed to be there.

His blue eye piece; that hovered just above his right optic, glowed a dull cyan in the dark room.

His eye piece was a built in magnifier for when he was on a mission, so that he wouldn’t miss shots.

After all; each of his shots are supposed to be fatal.