[Suzerain of Sheol]

The man whirls around the second the door slams shut, a pistol with two over-sized, undermounted barrels -- likely loaded with Obliteration Rounds -- leveled at Michael's chest. He is an average-looking man, with lanky brown hair and several days of stubble. Thick glasses cover his deep-set eyes.

With a glance around the workshop, Michael can see scattered weapons-parts of all shapes and sizes, including some he has never laid eyes on before. Looking back to the man, he notes that he, too, wears an Artificer's coat. They stare at each other in fraught silence...