And that was when Brainiac smoothly reached around Cos to place the pick axe in his hands.

Just running wasn't going to work. Cos needed to be armed as he ran and that was Brainy's job. Even sick and barely able to function, it was his job to make sure the team had what they needed to get the job done and survive and he'd held himself together long enough to ensure Rokk wouldn't have to deal with anyone unarmed. He knew that he'd glimpsed a weapon.

"Employing evasive maneuvers," he said, and then he bolted into the fog, taking the waterproof bag with him.

He wanted to stay but he knew he'd be a liability if he stayed any longer. Orders were orders and it was second nature to follow Rokk's.