“Before. Tried to make it on my own, get a good job, all that shit you’re supposed to do when you turn eighteen.” He shrugged. “Didn’t work out for me in the beginning. But then I made some friends and they helped me out.” And straight into prison, but he didn’t add that part. “Anyway, you were lucky, havin’ a dad around to teach you shit.”
Normally, Silas wouldn’t have been willing to hand over a project like this, but then… if Nick really could do what she said she could do, he wanted to see it happen. His interest had piqued and he was willing to hand over the reins of the project. Either the carts would get customized and it would work, or they wouldn’t and he’d at least have gotten a good deal of entertainment out of it.
“This is it,” he confirmed with a nod, blowing smoke up into the air. He propped the cigarette between his lips and walked over to kick at a piece of the scrap metal lying on top of a broken cage side. “Most of it’s salvageable. And strong enough for what we need it for. Just a question of if we have enough of what we need.” But that was a minor issue, since he was more than willing to go out searching for parts they needed.
“Show me what you can do, kid.” He jerked his head back in the direction of the door. “Most of the welding equipment’s in that big metal cabinet instead. Help yourself.”