There were exceptions. He’d finished bigger projects. His hoverboard, driven by the idea of how awesome it would be to fly. Even then, it had been a chore. Monumentally stupid of him to dismantle it. The idea and motivation driving the action had been good: he was graduating the Wards in a little while, he’d be expected to change his name and adjust his methods, because an adult calling himself Kid Win was lame.
Heh, true. Any thoughts on what you’ll call yourself later? Mister Win? Adult Win? Dude
Victory? Guy Fieri?
He’d had an idea about a harness with a floating array of turrets that could fire different munitions depending on what gun he holstered in the main slot.
Ooh, that sounds awesome.
Self adjusting and adaptive the way his Alternator Cannon was. Except he’d gotten frustrated at a snag in the testing, put it down to take a break and hadn’t picked it up again in six days.
Relatable.
Also I still like the name Tiro Finale better than Alternator Cannon. 😉
His hoverboard had effectively been destroyed for no reason, when it might have made the difference in getting the Travelers into custody.
What a shame. 😦
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