“Ideally it won’t come to that. It isn’t as if i’m going to be flashing this at every mech I see, only those who I have no other choice but to fight. And, if you do the job correctly, they’ll never live to tell.” Tarn’s hand almost entirely encompasses Brainstorms as he gives it a firm shake.

Spinister’s disapproval of the new alliance rolls off of him in waves. Tarn gives him the smuggest look he can manage with his face covered with the roughed up metal of his mask.

“I’ll be back later this week with a portion of your Nucleon and to check on design progress. Is there anything else you need from me?"