Above a quite bank in the river Nate aligned a rubber coated chair over a white tarp. The tarp was ten by ten feet and centered in the focus of a video camera.
Nathaniel himself, was nude from the waist up. His shirt, tie, and a set of his tactical armor was laid out on his open suitcase. Next to it was a field bag of rectangular shap, roughly 36 inches by 26 inches by 3 inches.
The young man had a lightly tanned skin, betraying his italian heritage. Though he had grown somewhat pale, the results of working in the dark. His figure was impressive. His mother and uncle saw to his physical developement, however he found that remaining in prime physical condition was paramount to survival. Nate held no vanity to his appearance, concerned only with practicality, efficiency, and survivability.
Taking a seat in the chair, and taking off his glasses. and placed them in a case on his belt. the belt was similar to a law enforcement agents mixed with some sort of spy fiction heroe's. It was thick, sturdy, covered in pouches and gear, yet frieghtenly form fitting.
"After increasing my iron intact and making sure that the magentic charge I subject myself to is isolated as MCP-008, I am ready to make my first attempt. the subject limb is my left forearm and I will be bursting a concentrated bubble of MCP+008 at level one power...This tape is to document progress and to refine the technique", nathaniel explained in his somewhat official manner of speach.
The young man focused and the extended his left arm. His right hand formed a concave shape. An electric shell foremed around Nate's forearm. The young man grimaced and supressed groans and other calls of pain as his forearm started to bleed from the pores.
Nathaniel himself, was nude from the waist up. His shirt, tie, and a set of his tactical armor was laid out on his open suitcase. Next to it was a field bag of rectangular shap, roughly 36 inches by 26 inches by 3 inches.
The young man had a lightly tanned skin, betraying his italian heritage. Though he had grown somewhat pale, the results of working in the dark. His figure was impressive. His mother and uncle saw to his physical developement, however he found that remaining in prime physical condition was paramount to survival. Nate held no vanity to his appearance, concerned only with practicality, efficiency, and survivability.
Taking a seat in the chair, and taking off his glasses. and placed them in a case on his belt. the belt was similar to a law enforcement agents mixed with some sort of spy fiction heroe's. It was thick, sturdy, covered in pouches and gear, yet frieghtenly form fitting.
"After increasing my iron intact and making sure that the magentic charge I subject myself to is isolated as MCP-008, I am ready to make my first attempt. the subject limb is my left forearm and I will be bursting a concentrated bubble of MCP+008 at level one power...This tape is to document progress and to refine the technique", nathaniel explained in his somewhat official manner of speach.
The young man focused and the extended his left arm. His right hand formed a concave shape. An electric shell foremed around Nate's forearm. The young man grimaced and supressed groans and other calls of pain as his forearm started to bleed from the pores.