Jack nodded. He was a businessman, and it was rare of him to do work for free. His paintings had all of his heart and soul poured into them, and a weapon would have the same amount of care and attention added to it. He moved in closer to Steve, before gesturing for him to follow him.
He led the other man down the street for a while before slipping in down a side alley. It was abandoned of people, and a lone black cat hurried past them as they entered. Jack turned and faced Steve, hands by his sides.
“What do you need?” he asked, voice hushed, either way.
Well he had expected a cafe or something but this seemed way better and more discreet. Looking around the alley a bit to make sure no one above them was looking in on them and always making sure to check his surroundings, he turned his attention back to Jack.
Seems Jack would learn who he really was thanks to this.
“I need a weapon,” he began, thinking over his designs. “A gun sort of like Megamind’s de-gun if you’ve seen it. And I want it to turn… Things into puzzles and have a setting to also turn things back to normal. Also, I need this gun to make people do nothing but talk in riddles and also have a setting to take it off. I also need a setting of confusion. It might help me in tight situations.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Think you can do it?”
“Discombobulating… confusion… brain altercation… reforming…” Jack mumbled to himself as he thought of the process. The human body was basically atoms, and atoms can be changed into any shape. Reforming was the key, but his brain was already twisting and turning in on itself, thinking hard. “…I think it can be done. It may take a few days, and I’m already running on limited time…” he looked at Steve, nodding his head.
“I think I know who you are, but I won’t breathe a word. Don’t worry.”
Jack Maple 