Rebuilding a Destiny

Graves would discover a screen with a staticy, greyscale image of Viktor sitting at his desk. He is wearing his mask, as is normal, and a white lab coat. The third arm glares at Graves, rotating left and right as it scans Graves.

"I know exactly what you are, Mr. Graves. You are a fugitive with known violent tendencies and sticky fingers." Viktor replies, leaning forward to better focus on his 'guest'. "I trust you understand that there are some requirements I have for your visit. If you if any of my associates sees an act that is threatening, your visit is over. You threaten me or mine, your visit is over. Try to steal from me, and your visit is over. I assume you have a gun or knife somewhere on your person, so as opposed to waste time searching you I'll make this last requirement rather simple. Draw a weapon and unless you are defending myself or yourself, you die." Viktor stated in a rather soulless tone, his third arm lazer flaring on the last requirement. Viktor turned his head to look at the lazer and the light faded. He returned his gaze back to Graves with a small sigh of annoyance that does not seem to be directed towards Graves.

"If you feel you can keep to those requirements, then step inside, Mr. Graves. An associate will meet you at the door and guide you to my office." Viktor finishes this statement and the screen turns to black. After a moment, the door opened without a single creak. If Graves went inside, he would see a lab not unlike that of an engineer, but with many tubes filled with chemicals and samples of various bits of meat. Five paces inside stood a small man in a white lab coat, his face completely bandages save for his eyes, where goggles peered out. They extended towards Graves without the man's physical interaction. The man would silently wave for Graves to follow him within.

As Graves ventured further into the lab, the easier it was to deduce what was going on. Various bits of hextech started to resemble limbs or eyes. Some pieces appeared to be batteries. Others, some manner of headpiece. They did pass a scientist testing a cybernetic leg which possessed toes. Most of the toes did wiggle, but the small toe fell off, causing the scientist to become rather frustrated as he took the leg off and hopped about to get the toe.

After a few flights of stairs, Graves would be lead to a set of mahogany doors. Grave's guide knocked on the door and opened it. Inside was mixture of library, office and laboratory. Three of the walls were lined with bookcases, with the far wall having various techmaturgical devices and what appeared to be weapons or armor. An occasional limb was here and there, but Viktor was clearly not preparing for world peace to happen.

In front of this wall was Viktor's desk of steel. Various screens were attached to it and feeding Viktor information about what was going on in the labs below. Viktor was seated behind this desk and using a microphone and a earpiece.

"-and tell Laurance that he is over thinking the toes. It doesn't need to be a perfect match to regular feet, so just drop the extra toe. No one is going to miss it." Viktor paused for a moment. "Yes, I know he'll insist, but tell him its my equipment he is using and if he wishes to continue to he will finish the leg before the end of the week. If he wishes to risk his job over the least useful toe on the human foot, then it is his decision. Goodbye." Viktor hung up the earpiece next to the microphone.

"You may leave us, Harrison. Let none inside until Mr Graves has left." He said to the bandaged man who nodded once and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Mr. Graves..." Viktor pointedly looked at Graves' cybernetic arm. Shoddy work by his standards, but Viktor could see bits of it were inspired by his own. He returned his attention to Graves. "Please take a seat and explain your visit." Viktor said, reaching underneath his desk and pressing a button, retracting part of the floor and raising a  high backed leather chair. Viktor leaned back into his chair, the third arm staring at Graves and tilting in an almost investigating manner.

"Perhaps I could, Mr. Graves." Viktor acknowledged with a pause. "I very well could design something to suit your 'fancy'. What would you be able to offer in exchange? I assure you I have no need for money. My projects and work with the League has kept my laboratory well funded. Do you have an alternative means of payment in mind?"

Viktor was already brainstorming five or six blueprint designs as wells as potential integration of a gun into the neural system of Graves. However, these would be changed based on Graves' requests in regards to the item.

"Well, minor details aside, I would be interested in replacing that arm and perhaps your... 'master' eye, as you gunmen call it." Viktor flipped a small switch and a small pad of paper was lifted up and over Viktor's left shoulder, a pen flipping out to be retrieved by the third arm of Viktor, which began writing notes onto the pages, flipping through four pages as Viktor finished his thoughts on potential modifications on Graves. "As for the weapon itself, we could make use of a multi-clip system with a variety of ammunition capabilities and as many barrels as you deem necessary. My plans would be more refined as you tell me what you need this item to accomplish." He continued, the robotic arm scratching many more notes than what was said, even drawing some crude weapon designs.

"Are you looking for something specific, Mr. Graves? It would make this process much easier and less time consuming."