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After sleeping off the rest of his hangover, Scythe felt almost normal again. As he wandered around The City, he looked for something interesting to do. Shaxx had banned him from the Crucible long ago, ever since the Noodle Incident, so that was out. He could always hang around the Cryptarch's office, but Rahool was a bit odd. Banshee was ususally an interesting one to talk to, when his memory banks were working properly.

With that, Scythe headed over to the Gunsmith's office. When his turn came, he was surprised that the Exo actually remembered him this time. "Scythe, right? I thought I recognized you from somwhere. Memory isn't what it used to be, but I try."

"I understand." Scythe removed his helmet. "I took a Walker round to the head the last time I died."

"Damn." The Exo's eyes widened. "Hey, that Shrapnel Launcher that you gave me to test is really promising. Got any more?"

"No, but I do have this." A large hardcase materialized out of transmat. The Exo opened it cautiously, and nearly went to screen saver when he saw the contents.

"Is this... Is this a Scorch Cannon?"

"Yep. The Blades have started to mass-produce them now. Even Ogres can't take too many hits from one."