The helmet sent to Brother Loyal's office was unlike any other.
Its shape was identical to a regular gaming helmet, but it was painted an odd white with a red cross emblazoned on it.
Just like a damn medic's helmet.
Hey, throw it on your head, add a tiny revolver too small to fit your thumb into the barrel, and congratulations, you've been promoted to a "Battlefield Quack" who does nothing but give injections for any injury.
But this helmet, like all the terminals before it, had no interfaces that Brother Loyal could find after scouring the entire thing.
Clearly, he couldn't take this thing apart, just like he couldn't dismantle his own helmet.
Speaking of which, this helmet was also preposterous.
It would show minor scratches and deformations that didn't affect its use over time, limited only to the effects of time elapsed, but should any force attempt to violently crack it open, this thing would instantly exhibit indecipherable behaviors.
