Scud - His (and Dean's) Garage
Scud didn't normally work Saturdays. Not exactly. Sure, he ran his own hours beyond basic business ones, and he came in when he liked and sometimes even when he didn't (call him what you wanted, Scud wasn't irresponsible in a normal sense - only an abnormal one), but he usually always took a weekend day off.
But today he was inspired. So here he was, humming along to a techno beat that was too loud, terrible and possibly from the 90s. It didn't matter really: his attention was mostly engrossed in the arc welder in front of him, the mess of metal and wires and the fact that he was kind of seriously designing a weapon that probably would be illegal in fifty states. This was what he did. And he was really fucking good at it.
But not great when it came to paying attention: so between the music, his welder and his own glee, he didn't notice at all when someone actually stepped into the shop.