They don't. I do. [i]A different voice came from behind him, that of the Courier. Alex Wilson approached, walking towards his Vertibird, standing in a full suit of X-01 MKVI Advanced Tesla Power Armor. His M134D sat atop his left shoulder, the skull of an alpha deathclaw atop his right. A large knife was situated in a leg holster on the inside of his left leg, and two large revolvers sat at his hips. Two belts of 7.62x51mm NATO ammo crossed his chest, and on his back, beneath his Old World Flag cloak, an M240B, an M1 rifle, and a machete. On the rear of his waist, a sawback Bowie, and an M1911 in a shoulder holster. The helmet he wore was still spattered with blood, and the insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix graced his chest-plate.[/i] And no, I ain't too busy to sell you gear. [i]Wolfe and Clarkson looked at Wilson rather interestedly, but then immediately returned to their own conversation.[/i]