Terry laughed. "Yes, got a major order and managed to actually secure some sort of respectable funding. Sadly, my minions broke the RV again, so I have to use the scooter."<br/><br/>He jerked his head back at his second pride and joy, after the Altus, a motor cycle that was as sleek and streamlined as the light cycles from the cult classic Tron movie, but able to tumble and reconfigure itself while being driven at high speeds, making it a viable combat bike. He suddenly frowned. "Odd, none of the other outfitters I know of in the area mentioned getting lucky recently. Are you free to talk, or will I have to buy even more to twist your arm? If so, gonna have to be after my next payment."<br/><br/>If the owner, a person Terry figured as a kind of light 'friend,' like he considered Ghost but without the active plots to kill the other, wanted to talk, Terry would let him, but he was going to simply mention it to Natalya when he got back, and let her check into it. Massive metal purchases usually meant massive jobs in the making, but most outfitters were smart enough to spread out purchases, and I.S.S. was only one of four or five metal suppliers in the city, though they did bulk rather than specialty metals like the others focused on.