"I suddenly had a really good idea. Would you like to hear it?"

"...Okay, try it. What is it?"

"I'll put a minigun or grenade launcher on this exoskeleton. Wouldn't that be the end of it?"

"It's not the end of it, it's like your brain is going to be the end of it."

Jacksonville, Florida, late April.

The sky was hot, and the ground was filled with Morrison's nonsense about his cyber skeletons casting Dark Evolution. I don't know if he'd be angry if he heard it, but anyway, it's not exactly wrong to say that it's full of nonsense, so let's just say that.

The atmosphere at HQ, which had been so depressed until just a short while ago, rebounded like a military barracks that had been sun-dried after a Sunday religious service. Needless to say, the reason was Morrison.