Grey stared at the number hanging in front of him for another few seconds, then slowly rubbed both hands down his face.
"You might as well just tell me I'm fucked."
Six figures worth of Blue Cyber Cores wasn't the sort of thing he could pull out of his ass in three days, especially after he had already drained the empire badly enough building Prometheus' Vessel.
Even if Grey started churning out blueprints right now, there was a separate question of whether the Towers actually carried enough Blue Cyber Cores for him to exchange whatever ridiculous amount of money he managed to scrape together.
His thoughts immediately went to Prometheus.
