What lay before us looked less like a bundle of weapons and more like a collection of the nastier pieces of junk we'd passed all strapped together and powered up. There were discernible parts; a rusty thing with a handle and a barrel which was probably for firing bullets, a short buzz baton secured with little ringlets that glowed dull yellow in the lackluster light above us. Along with a smattering of indeterminate things.
Doc Weld picked up a small handled thing that looked like a gardening fork, with more of the little ringlets here and there. There were still smudges of mud and grass here and there.
"This is an all-purpose antenna tuned to the signal beacons around The Outer Wall Frigate and CCCS. It's not a walkie talkie or radio itself, but it will let you keep Mal's from activating near you and you can tune it so we can locate you. Use it to keep in touch at the way stations." He handed it to me, digging into a ratty sports bag and puling out a coarse fabric toolbelt. Eddie picked up what was clearly a plain spatula off of the table and gave Weld a baffled look.
"These devices aren't all for you. Just pick what you need."
I grabbed some of the cleaner looking tools and set them into my belt. Eddie shrugged and set the spatula into his own bag, eyeing the rest of the table.
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I see you jockin' me.
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