Fixes Leet's hard-light tech

“You've fried these wires,” I said. “You had them too close to the casing and the insulation is too thin. You do shit like this all the time. Open the case on the EMP bomb, and we'll have this done in a second.”

He'd done a great job of insulating the rest of the system, even to the point of providing surge protectors for the rest of the system, but this one critical part connected the power source to the rest of it, and it hadn't been shielded for some reason. It was like his power insisted on leaving a back door to any of his designs, like a trash chute on a death star.

He stared at me for a second, and then he watched as I deftly used one of his multi tools to remove some of the damaged wiring. He nodded.

***

Ignoring her, I gestured toward Leet.

“I need replacements for these, now.”

He was staring at me, but he was already working. I could sense a growing sense of excitement in his expression. He'd never been able to do more than minor repairs on his equipment; it was almost as though he had a mental block. If there was someone who could let him re-use things, he was very interested in me.

I'd have to make sure that he didn't try to kidnap me before we got out of all of this.

Agent Carpenter reached out to grab my shoulder, but the connections were made and the power switched back on, and a moment later I rose to my feet. I was eight feet tall and I was in a Mario outfit.

A glance at Leet showed that he was staring at me like I was the holy grail. I probably seemed like the solution to all his problems and the fact that I had just stolen his Mario machine didn't seem to bother him.

***

Truce