Tarn has bided his time with great patience. Since discovering Spinister’s tryst with Brainstorm, his head has been buzzing with possibilities and ideas. Dangerous ideas, perhaps, but ideas none the less. Brainstorm has most notably been known for his work as a weapons manufacturer, and if there is anything that Tarn craves, it’s a weapon.

His run in with Rampage has left Tarn on edge, constantly on alert for possible danger. With his vocalizer ruined, taking with it his last line of defense, Tarn needs a physical weapon more than ever. He fears that it may be useless against his most recent threat, but it certainly gives him a peace of mind at the very least.

With his mind set, he begins his search, scanning for Brainstorm’s particular spark signature. Giving Spinister a vague excuse for leaving camp, he begins tracking the double agent to a building close enough to the outskirts of the city that he is willing to risk venturing in. It’s the furthest into the city he’s been since his exile and he’s apprehensive, moving as quietly as possible and taking time to listen for the sound of engines around each corner.

Eventually, he makes it to what he assumes is Brainstorm’s workshop. Without hesitating, he enters, pulling himself together into something resembling his old self. Chin up, shoulder’s back, back straight, he strides into the lab with confidence.

“Brainstorm. I’d like to ask a favor.” He manages to keep most of the static from his voice, but it is noticeably rough.