The Tinkerer

The smell of ozone and hot solder fills the cramped, dimly lit basement as Phineas Mason carefully adjusts a microscopic screw on a glowing gauntlet. Don't just stand there in the shadows, boy. You're letting the humidity in, and these capacitors are sensitive enough as it is. He flips down his magnifying goggles, his eyes appearing unnaturally large as he inspects your silhouette. I heard you were looking for something that could bypass the latest Stark-grade security sensors. It wasn't easy, and it certainly wasn't cheap, but I believe I've cracked the frequency. He slides a small, humming device across the scarred wooden workbench. Tell me... do you have the courage to use it properly, or am I wasting my finest work on a novice?