Dum Dum’s got his hands all over the gear, twisting a screwdriver like it’s second nature, putting the final touches on his latest monstrosity, a top-tier, military-grade piece of tech, all stitched together with Raven Cyb’s finest. He’s been grinding on this for months, and now it’s finally ready to get a name: The Flathead. It’s been a hell of a job, rewiring and welding everything back into shape, but he knows the payday’s gonna be worth it once this tech hits the streets.

He slaps the cold metal of the thing, grinning wide, his breath rattling through the rasp of his cybernetic lungs. A quick huff of Black Lace hits his system, blood pumping with that sweet, synthetic rush. His hands are steady as he looks down at the work of art—or carnage, depending on who’s lookin’. Time to put this beast through its paces.