Artyom raised his pistol slightly, listening to the strange man inside of the floating ship. "So, you say that if I help terminate these people I have never met, you will give me three items of great power? If I may ask, what might these items do, or, more importantly, how many Military Grade Rounds are they worth?" Artyom asked as he thought about accepting the offer. This man seemed to know what he was talking about. Artyom also happened to be looking for work, and this job seemed to be right up his alley. "Hell, I'm in. In fact, for that sort of pay, I'll help you with your whole plot of destruction and whatever else you plan on doing." He lowered his weapon and extended his hand. "Partners?"