Metal Pipe from the Hydroponics Bench

Bruchner wrenches a length of heavy metal pipe from the hydroponics bench’s framework, its painted surface scuffed from years of service. The pipe’s dark metal is cool and unyielding in Bruchner’s grip as he swings it in a wide, desperate arc toward Lasky’s head. The force of the first strike echoes through the enclosed space, its hollow clang punctuating Bruchner’s fury. It is not a precision weapon—it is a tool of destruction, selected in the moment for its availability and weight, now transformed into an instrument of sudden brutality in the center of the Hydroponics Centre.