[b]The Nanosuit slowly repairs, and Zenith groans.[/b]
"No...get the arms dealer" he says somewhat weakly.
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[spoiler]sorry had meal[/spoiler] *his plate visor shoss some numbers as he stops moving for a moment* comand confirmed. *he pcisk you up lieka potato sack and heads to the arm dealer looking back incase anyhtign tails him*