Somehow Oswald had made it back to his old house. The car crash had left him with a slightly sprained ankle and bruising to his left arm, Nevertheless he knew he had to work quickly, otherwise his prospective employers would not be pleased.
Going to his workshop he quickly got out the plans he had stolen from Reid. He scoured over them trying to find out where he had gone wrong. He looked at the plans over and over, but he could still not see what had gone wrong. The formula for the new power source seemed flawless. Perhaps the design fault was in the cannon’s mechanism itself.











