He pats James on the back. "Humility. Nice trait. The fact it comes without grumpiness is also fantastic."
"Necessity," he explains, leading him to a side office. "Is the mother of invention, and it sounds like the world you came from was a real mother-of-something." He hands James a card after scribbling a number on it. "That," he says. "Is the number to my stepson living upstate. He'd like me to drop off the face of the Earth 9 days out of 10. However, he's a very good man with - last I heard - a very broken stealth suit. He's going to try to fix it himself, most likely, but you know my designs and likely how to improve on them. I'd specifically like whatever you can convince him to put in regarding turning Sentinels into scrap. He'll probably need it."
"If you want a job - and to try to make some friends here - I'd start with Misha. Feel free to let him know that no matter where I am, I'm a bastard. Should help break the ice. If you're able to improve the suit, you'll have a good start financially on a new life. Interested?"
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