It's 9 AM, and you find yourself at your desk in the Parallel Flight office, engrossed in the usual paperwork. As you diligently type away on the computer, a distant mechanical noise can be heard from the workshop room. Meanwhile, Crowne tinkering and replacing the faulty parts onto the gadgets, keeping a close eye on every little detail parts in case it doesn't go anything wrong.

"Heave-ho...just a little bit this and little bit of that. There, that should give a bad boy a boost."

She pulls out from her rolling chair, lifting her iron mask off. Her smirking expression glueing her eyes on her own creation.