Richard Tesla stormed into his room and slammed the door behind him. It was a normal day at the Tesla house - Richard and his father had gotten into another fight, his father had thrown a fit and sent him to his room. He sighed deeply and sat down at his desk and began to doodle. After a few minutes of doodling, he had an idea. He furiously sketched and jotted down a list of materials. He put the papers in his pocket, and lowered a rope from his window. He clambered down, put the rope in his satchel, put up his hood to hide his identity, and headed into town.<br/><br/>Sent from my Z796C using Tapatalk