When Gabriel arrived at the building, the receptionist, already familiar with him, didn't ask any more questions.
He quickly made his way to the floor where Logan was currently working. As soon as he entered the room, the scent of oil and metal hit him. His gaze fell on Logan, who seemed to be adding the finishing touches to a weapon.
"Heok! Sir Broken!" Logan was startled and nearly tripped over himself. He had only sensed Gabriel's presence when the man was already within arm's reach.
'I still have a long way to go,' he sighed with a frustrated expression. If Sir Broken had been an enemy, he wouldn't have even known how he died.
Gabriel ignored all of this, his eyes sparkling as they landed on a row of shining rifles.
The weapons, unlike the first batch Logan had created, looked more polished and refined—almost as if they were mass-produced in a factory. To top it off, Logan had painted them black and red, giving them a striking appearance.
