"Not yet," he quickly replied, nodding with Daniel's answer, "you've only showed me that you're not stupid. You're right about a magnet that would be impossible to be that portable with that kind of power. But it's a start, lad." Drones descended from apertures in the ceiling and hovered over Mason, their lights boring into Daniel's own in intimidation. It seemed like they were threatening him with the aforementioned mind-wipe from earlier. "Now give me something portable. I have a squad of soldiers who's going up against the newest team of super-muscled genetic posterboys out there. They're armoured, we need something to get through that." His eyes narrowed again - this time out of suspicion. "And no, you're not allowed to suggest accelerated kinetic bombardment weapons." Could he read minds? No, it didn't seem like it. When he commented about railguns, it seemed more out of exasperated habit than clairvoyance.