[OTA] Malfunctioning weapons do not make for a happy psychopath.
The Master sat at an outside table at the Four Sands Cafe, attempting to fix his laser screwdriver. Again. He hadn't done much else since he found the defunct weapon in his suite. The only thing that changed was location.
Granted, bringing his weapon outside to fix it, where anyone could clearly see that it wasn't working, probably wasn't the best idea he'd had. But he'd started getting antsy, staying in the same room for so long, and he wasn't ready to stop his attempts quite yet. Besides, a new location and a nice cup of coffee helped his patience, a necessary function even on the best of days. And the fact that he could watch people pass, start to get a feel for the sort of people on the island, was simply a bonus.
He tried the laser screwdriver once more. Still just a beam of light. And a small, red beam at that. It wasn't even much use as a torch.
With a scowl and a quick drum of fingers against the tabletop, he picked up his coffee turned his eyes to the crowd. Taking a minute's break before he broke the device in half seemed the smartest thing to do.
Granted, bringing his weapon outside to fix it, where anyone could clearly see that it wasn't working, probably wasn't the best idea he'd had. But he'd started getting antsy, staying in the same room for so long, and he wasn't ready to stop his attempts quite yet. Besides, a new location and a nice cup of coffee helped his patience, a necessary function even on the best of days. And the fact that he could watch people pass, start to get a feel for the sort of people on the island, was simply a bonus.
He tried the laser screwdriver once more. Still just a beam of light. And a small, red beam at that. It wasn't even much use as a torch.
With a scowl and a quick drum of fingers against the tabletop, he picked up his coffee turned his eyes to the crowd. Taking a minute's break before he broke the device in half seemed the smartest thing to do.