Homemade

Glenn had been a carpenter for most of a lifetime before he came to Emerald Oaks, so he got some shop hours while everybody else was in the rec room arranging artificial flowers and painting by numbers if they could hold a brush. He had, in the long ago, become fascinated (for fun and then necessity) by "spy gear", so he'd continued that at the Oaks (making a trellis for outside of his window that could be unlocked and pulled out into a standard step ladder). "Okee dokee," Glenn huffed, pulling his fatigues on and falling silent because stealth required it, moving out of the window onto the ladder to the roof. His left knee complained, but he paid it no mind; sometimes, you're just gonna get a left knee situation. Once on the roof, Glenn was nimble enough to make it down to the part that hung out over the staff -bules (vestibule and latibule - the private lounge and patio where they hung out). "Ayup," he barely whispered, crouching down. Adam, who sometimes came to work as Charlene (Glenn liked both of them a lot), was out in the open for a smoke nervously looking over his shoulder; being alone like that would call Peggy forth for a nightly round of bullying and degradation (the mediocre were often the most vocal). Right on cue, Glenn heard the door open, and the insults began. Glenn's carpentry skills had paid the bills, but his curiosity had provided safety and solutions for himself and a bunch of others. He raised the homemade taser gun and fired at an unsuspected Peggy; she thought the Tic Tac-sized pellet that landed on her back up near the shoulder was a bug; when Glenn delivered the charge remotely, she pee'd her pants and dropped like a stone. Glenn ducked back, although no one ever thought to look up. It was just as well, he told himself, moving carefully back to the trellis ladder. Sometimes payback was more inspiring if the person thought it was an act of gawd.