Sébastien poured himself another glass of Montepulciano and sat down at his work desk. Savouring a sip of the wine, he adjusted the lenses on his glasses and looked down at the lightning emitter in front of him. Sébastien was still buzzing from how well it had performed during what, for all intents and purposes, had been its first test run against an actual living, moving target. There was, of course, always room for improvement. For one thing, it still ran out of charges far too quickly. Thankfully, the others in his little group had proven themselves quite resourceful. While certainly not his equals intellectually and scientifically, they each had their own useful skill set. Which was just as well, seeing how they seemed to have been thrust into the middle of a secret war between various factions. Sébastien had left France partially to avoid political entanglements after the incident at the Sorbonne and was not particularly thrilled about having to deal with the Inquisition, but had to admit that yesterday’s events had been somewhat lucrative. Given that he was currently unable to call upon the resources of his family, having access to a source of income and raw materials would be very useful to his research.
Sébastien carefully opened the casing, examining the inside of the energy coil. Maybe he could improve its ability by using a different metal. Taking another sip of the wine, he headed over to his small collection of books and grabbed a hefty tome written by Abdul Alhazred. He had spent the last few months learning Arabic in order to access some of the knowledge forgotten by European thinkers and scientists. Reclining in his chair, Sébastien quickly lost himself in the theories and formulaes.