Artemis watched in silent wonder as a man came, gave Omi a knife, then left as abruptly as he had come. Frowning, Artemis jerked his head at the retreating man. "Who was that, and where can I sign up for strange men to give me weapons?"

The boy chuckled at his own joke, pulling the packages of syringes out of his right coat pocket. He opened the bag easily, pulled one out and handed it to Omi. "Perhaps you could make them a bit heavier by filling them with water."