Remy moved silently through the towering shelves of weapons and nasty toys for rounding up mutants. These guys seriously needed to work of their repression in a more constructive way. "De Externals, Koch brothers, Sons of de Revolution, does it really matter?" He stood behind the shorter mutant and admired the killing robot. "Allow me to," he offered and ran his hand, his exposed fingers over the hollow hull and charging it. "Light it up." They should probably trash everything here before pressing deeper into the complex.