“I have a few things for you,” Cosmos said, entering the room.
Core’s gaze narrowed on the small black bag in Cosmos’ hand. Terra walked beside him with a set of clothing that had clearly come from Baade. He frowned when Cosmos placed the bag on the table of the conference room and began to unpack the items inside.
“Markham said no weapons,” Core replied.
Cosmos shot him a grin. “Yes, well, we’ll call these tools,” he quipped.
Terra placed a Prime warrior’s vest and belt on the table. Next she set down a pair of boots that seemed identical to the ones he was wearing. She gave him a reassuring smile.
“Cosmos and I have been working on a number of innovations using a blend of our technology and his,” she said.
“The buttons of the vest are filled with explosives,” Terra instructed. “Twi
