On the team bus that was driving the team back to their hotel, Austin Rivers couldn’t help but notice that something interesting was up on Kelly Oubre’s laptop screen. “What’s that?” he asked.
Kelly didn’t look up from his intense, focused work. “CAD software.”
“CAD?”
Kelly rolled his eyes. “Computer-Aided Design. Duh.”
“Looks complicated,” Austin said, noting the huge amount of buttons and information panels on the screen. “What are you working on?”
Sighing with exasperation that his work was being interrupted, Kelly answered, “I’m designing an assault rifle so that when I break into Klay Thompson’s house to kick his ass like he deserves, I’ll have some firepower to drive home the point.”
“You’re gonna shoot Klay Thompson with a gun?”
“No, I’ll just shoot his TV and stuff to freak him out,” Kelly replied. “When I do kill him, it will be in hand-to-hand combat using my lightning-quick ninja karate moves, something that he will have no chance to protect himself from given that his reaction times will be slowed my marijuana intoxication.”
Austin brought his face closer to the screen and squinted. “That doesn’t look like a gun.”
“Obviously not. It’s the parts of a gun. I’ll send the files to a 3D printing place to get them made, and I’ll just tell them that’s it’s a science project so they don’t call the cops and arrest me.” He dragged some vertexes around and double-checked the precise measurements of some angles before continuing. “Untraceable 3D-printed weaponry is where it’s at, I’m telling you right now. The plastic might blow apart into shards after one shot gets fired, but it’ll be so worth it to see the look on Klay’s face.”
“You could just buy a gun in a store,” Austin said. “It’s not like you’re a felon.”
Kelly sighed again. “Were you not listening to what I just said? This gun needs to be untraceable. No serial number. No record of sale. Maybe you should try growing a brain before you try to give advice on topics that are obviously way too advanced for you.”
“Whatever,” Austin said, heading back to his seat on the bus. “Good luck terrorizing Klay with your homemade gun.”
“Thank you,” Kelly said, not detecting the sarcasm. With no more distractions, he was able to fully focus again on his work. Using the software’s text tool, he put a small insignia on the barrel of the gun: “I hate Klay Thompson.”