Vince "Yellow" Jaxon wasn't just any mechanic. In fact, the small, unassuming workshop tucked away in the depths of a military facility wasn't the ideal place for someone with his skills. With his old yellow coveralls, ragged gloves, and messy blonde hair, he could have been mistaken for just another low-level worker. But Vince had an innate ability to fix almost anything not just machines, but anything made of matter. He could reconstruct, repair, and transform anything in ways most engineers could only dream of.
He didn't just fix broken vehicles or malfunctioning gadgets. No, Vince could make parts from thin air, adjust the molecular structure of metal, and even bend the very rules of physics to suit his needs. He called it Molecular Reconstruction, and at first, it had been just a hobby. But as he grew more adept, Vince realized he could shape any object to fit his desires building cars, weapons, tools, and even personal armor as if the world was his personal LEGO set.
At first, he had used his skills to stay low. Working for the military was a job a means to survive in a world where survival meant adhering to the system. But soon enough, the system made a critical mistake. They started using him for things far darker than simple repairs. He was tasked with fixing their war machines, designing weapons of destruction, and even fine-tuning surveillance systems that tracked and manipulated the lives of countless civilians.
It wasn't long before Vince realized how far he had fallen into the system's trap. The work he did wasn't just for the greater good. It was for control, for power, for keeping people under the boot of those who thought they were untouchable. The weight of it all slowly began to crush him. Vince had always been a loner, someone who kept his distance from others, but now, something inside of him snapped.
One night, after spending countless hours in the facility's underground workshop, Vince decided enough was enough. The realization hit him hard. If he could reconstruct matter anything then why was he still following orders? Why should he continue repairing broken systems that didn't care about him or the people they oppressed?
He had skills. He had power. And now, he had a decision to make.
A week later, Vince stood in front of an old junkyard on the outskirts of the city, his mind racing. He had been running errands, grabbing tools, and picking up spare parts when he encountered something strange a group of men, dressed in black suits and wearing dark sunglasses, huddled around a car in the corner of the yard. They were talking in low voices, their faces hard with a no-nonsense demeanor. Vince didn't recognize them, but the instinct inside him told him they weren't just regular civilians. These men were powerful, dangerous, and connected. They had power in a different way through force, fear, and influence.
A voice broke his thoughts.
"Nice car you've got there, buddy," one of the men said, eyeing the sports car Vince had just finished fixing. It was sleek, its engine purring with a sound that echoed through the yard. Vince turned to face him.
"I did some work on it," Vince said nonchalantly, wiping his greasy hands on his coveralls. He wasn't intimidated by them. Not anymore.
"You know," the man continued, "we're always looking for someone who knows how to fix things… and break things. What's your name, anyway?"
Vince studied the man for a moment, taking in the dark sunglasses and the air of quiet menace around him. Something in his gut told him this was no ordinary group. They were part of something bigger.
"Vince," he said, his eyes narrowing. "What kind of things are you looking to break?"
The man's lips curled into a sly grin. "Everything. The government, the banks, the system. We're not interested in playing by their rules. We make our own."
A few days later, Vince found himself sitting in a dimly lit office at a rundown building in the heart of the city, staring at a glass of whiskey. The man in the black suit, now known as Salvatore "The Boss" Scarpa, had made him an offer he couldn't refuse. He wasn't just a mechanic anymore. He was a member of The Obsidian Syndicate, a dangerous mafia family that controlled the underworld of the city.
Vince had no illusions about it. He wasn't joining some group of petty criminals. No, this was the real deal. They didn't just rob banks they destroyed them. They didn't just push drugs they manipulated the markets. And they didn't just fight back against the military they did so with terrifying precision. The mafia had its own private army, a force equipped with weapons and tech far beyond what the government even knew existed.
"Vince," The Boss said, leaning across the desk. "I want you to use your talents. Fix things. Build things. We're going to tear down the system. And I want you to help us."
Vince wasn't sure what to think at first. But then, the realization hit him. He could build whatever he wanted. He could break anything. And with the Obsidian Syndicate, he would finally have the means to change the world.
Vince's first mission with the mafia was a heist. It wasn't just any heist, though. They were targeting a military convoy transporting highly classified weapons a cache that, if captured, could destabilize the balance of power in the region.
Vince had a role to play. While the Syndicate's soldiers fought and caused chaos, Vince used his molecular reconstruction abilities to reassemble vehicles on the fly, break into the convoy's tech systems, and re-engineer military drones to turn against their operators. It was chaos, but it was the kind of chaos Vince had always secretly yearned for.
The mission was a success. And with each passing operation, Vince's loyalty to the Syndicate grew. But what he hadn't anticipated was the growing realization that he wasn't just fixing things anymore he was destroying them. He was dismantling the very system that had held power over him for so long.
One year later, Vince had become indispensable to the Obsidian Syndicate. The military had taken notice of him, but they had no idea who he really was. They saw him as just another tool, a mechanic who could fix and break things. But Vince had other plans.
His skills were becoming more dangerous by the day. He had learned how to repair and rebuild not just cars and weapons, but entire buildings, systems, and even human beings something that both fascinated and terrified those around him.
The Syndicate was preparing for its biggest move yet a full scale assault on a military base that held one of the most powerful weapons in the world. Vince would be at the center of it all, using his ability to rewrite reality at the molecular level. But he wasn't just going to help them steal weapons. He was going to break the military and the government once and for all.
The fight against the system had begun, and Vince was its most dangerous player.
As the Syndicate made their final preparations, Vince stood on the rooftop of their hideout, overlooking the city. His eyes were cold, filled with the same resolve he had seen in the eyes of the men who had taken him in. But there was something else now something deeper. Something more personal.
He wasn't just trying to survive anymore. He was going to rewrite the world, one broken piece at a time. And no one, not even the military, would be able to stop him.