Metal Fangs

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Antei moaned, his mood had soured after sunset. The constant clacking of his pencil tapping the edge of his desk had began as a comforting noise, however he had this ominous... Premonition, he supposed.

Something like this had never happened before, he was not meant for this. 

How irritating.

"Is your work finished?" came the 'question' from somewhere beyond the door. The older Xifra had began his rounds; collecting identical work and reciting the same monotone speech.

Antei looked at the origins of his problem; it was a design, a strange metal contraption broken down to simple symbols on a paper, a beautiful rendition of an object turned into complex and intricate mathematical equations.

However the answer he came to did not sit well with him.

His eyes hurriedly scanned the paper in front of him, the black writing was clearly his senior's, though the only reason he knew was because he knew of no one else in the building, but there had to be others, after all the mass of the sleek structure was too large for anything else to be true. The equations were laid out, solved and proven correct, that had been Antei's job, he had been eager to prove to himself he was as smart as he knew he was. It was - had been - a fun challenge.

A shudder ran through him.

If one were to convert this back into an actual mass, the creation would be a small barrel with a handle attached, with the appearance of a baton. It's sole purpose to emit high voltage electricity on command, and if the trigger was pressed, a powerful spring inside would be released and a small metal bullet - where did he know that word from? - would be shot out form the tip of the baton. 

It would destroy anything it touched; what was it's purpose?

His mind felt fuzzy, he must have made a mistake, it was a test. He had obviously failed, self control is something he should have mastered long ago, how idiotic of him.

He sighed. It was time to go home. 

If he put the piece of paper in his pocket as he went, it was simply reflex.  

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