Finally, Gamble blew out a long breath and scratched his beard.
"Tinker grew up here," he started. "Grew up with us. Lost his parents to a car accident when he was young. Club raised him after that. He was always tinkering with sh.it, even when we were kids. Grew up to be quite the inventor."
"Inventor?" Rubble asked. "What'd he invent?"
"Weapons mostly," Pipe said. "At first, he just added to our guns. Made 'em quieter, added other sh.it that none of us could even tell ya about. Then it progressed. He made a lot of his own guns, bullets, and bombs. He was a prodigy, honestly."
"So what happened?" Dagger asked.
"Tinker started getting secretive," Gamble said. "Not suddenly, gradually. In a way that we didn't really notice until he was locked in his room for hours on end. He wouldn't t
