Chapter 43

The workbench in the depths of the lair was a chaotic graveyard of components, cluttered with half-soldered circuit boards, discarded hydraulic pistons, and several empty mugs of coffee. Jake leaned over the central table, his chin nearly resting on a blueprint that had been revised so many times the paper was starting to fray at the edges. "If we shift the focal lens here," Jake said, pointing to a schematic of the gauntlet, "the discharge shouldn't backfire into my wrist. Ideally." Urban...