Lammin beamed and closed out the pad with a very decisive flourish. Evidently he’d only needed a second opinion to make his mind up, and the opinion he’d gotten was based on fact and sound logic.
“Excellent! The C2 it is then, sorry to have bothered you about this but you wouldn’t believe the minutes of sleep lost over it. Kinda gotta get it right when it’s for a paying customer you know?”
Now the main reason he’d even come to Zeds shop in the first place was dealt with, Lammin couldn’t help but look around in intrigue at the shop in general. He was always on the look out for new ‘toys’ as he affectionately named anything he could take apart and put back together with added extra’s, and Zed didn’t seem to be in short supply of things that piqued the salarians interest.
“Sooooo I know this is a repair shop, but you don’t happen to have any cerberus tech just lying around that you’d be willing to part with by any chance?”
Cerberus used cutting edge technology in everything they did, including how they outfitted the poor mooks they regularly sent into battle. Lammin had only managed to get his hands on a broken old harrier rifle so far, but even that had entertained him for weeks while he tried to figure out how to make it shoot grenades..
Not that he was developing weaponry in his spare time. Much.