Archibald was beyond bewildered and confused as the large Guardian put an arm around him and dragged him back down the hallway.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Not a bad time at all, friend. In fact we have something that you can do for us, a mission of sorts that could use your particular set of skills and expertise,”</span><br/><br/>“I'm sorry but who are-” Archibald quietly tried to get out but the man just kept going.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“I have to go and check on some artifices that have malfunctioned and need you to come along with me. You know, to check on them, fix them, etc.”</span><br/><br/>“Really?! Any idea what kind of-”<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Anyway, so how about you go and pack yourself some gear, don't worry about how much it weighs, I will be sure that we get it all there safely. And then meet me and the rest of our team at Bailey Gate,” now in the hall with him he stopped and clapped the smaller man on the shoulders.</span><br/><br/>“That's kind of you but I'd rather carr-”<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Sounds good?” of course he did not wait for a response instead another hearty clap on the back,” Good man. See you in about two hours? That should be enough time, right?”</span><br/><br/>And with that the Guardian went off down the hallway leaving the confused... possibly excited, wright in the middle of the hallway staring after the man. His dumbfounded stare and almost statue still posture continued for several second before he suddenly remembered the files in his hands. With a start, he went scampering back to Porfirio to drop them off and give as quick an explanation as he could before running for his workshop. So much to pack and so little time.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>The heavy rattle of various metal parts followed Archibald down the streets as his pack and person filled filled and covered with various tools. The Guardian had not given him an specifics on what they would be dealing with so Archibald thought it best to bring a little of everything... though this time he actually remembered some food and a bedroll at least. His focus was not really on the mission at this point anyway, in his hands was an odd rifle looking thing that he tinkered with as he went along: a prototype of one of the projects he presented to the High Guardian. The whole thing was looking good (to him) and he lifted the stannum caith for it up towards sun to double check it for impurities.<br/><br/>It was a beautiful clear day; the sun shining, not a cloud in the sky, people screaming while the lampire bat chases them...<span style="font-style: italic">Oh Shit!</span>the wright thought as he quickly tried loading the caith crystal into its appropriate slot in the rifle. “Ok ok I got this... just another test,” He muttered to himself as the invention was brought to bear. He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.<br/><br/>He heard a sound not unlike that made by cracking ice and he kept his eyes close for a few more heartbeats before peeking them open to see... a building wall covered in ice. With a shocked glance up he sees the bat come right at him and, in his fumbling attempt to take a step back and 'aim' again, falls flat on his back. The 'ice gun' goes off again and this time a barrel finds itself encased in ice but, luckily for Archibald, it startles the Lampire off from its initial attack him... unfortunately Archibald finds himself trapped like a turtle on its back as his backpack of heavy parts and tools holds him to the ground. “This is not my day,” the inventor groans as he hears the bat wings circling around.