"So did I! That's why this shouldn't be possible! These don't look like any Cossack model I've ever seen! That's why they weren't pinging any of the old databases. The way they were behaving in the fight, they're smarter than Masters. So I have no clue how they're here. I mean, one was using mets as bombs, which isn't unusual, but still--"

It was a Cossack thing to do. And Rock frowned, as he looked over the mavericks for any other markings, or anything else he could use find. "Transmitting the Serials. See if they match anything in the database."