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"When have I ever let you down, Roz?" Michael asked with a smile before walking away from the bar, setting off to get the supplies ready. True, they already had most of the stuff they needed back at the base, but it didn't hurt to shop for a few extras. Roz had given him some extra money, after all. It only made sense to put it to good use.

Within the space of half an hour, Michael had reached one of Omega's many open markets. To an outsider, it was no different from any other, but Mike knew it as the one he stopped by most often. The reason being that it had his favourite one-stop shop for standard military equipment. Why exactly was it his favourite? Well, giving the owners some protection that was worth paying for eventually earned Roz's team a generous 35% discount, which was the cornerstone of resupplying the mercenary group between missions.

"Delighted: Welcome back, sir. What can I do for you today." The elcor shopkeeper greeted Michael with a smile that was undetectable to anyone other than his own species. Michael simply typed away at his omni-tool and brought up the list Roz provided earlier. "How much for this little lot, Darnek?" he asked the shopkeeper. When Darnek named his price, the human couldn't help but wince a little; it was stepping over budget, meaning that the extra costs would have to be paid for out of his own pocket. Well, it was a good thing he'd been paid a fraction of the reward up front, otherwise he probably wouldn't have been able to afford the equipment. Internal heat regulators for armour could get pretty expensive, but they were easy enough to install. In theory.

Once the transaction was complete, Mike left the store to shop for the remainder of the items that were on the list before going over to the base to stock up on ammunition, as well as gathering a few personal possessions; if everything went according to plan, chances are that he wouldn't have to come back to Omega.

About an hour later, Mike walked into a rather bloodstained hangar just as the supplies he had ordered earlier were being loaded onto the ship. Batarian corpses were littered across the floor, and call it a hunch, but it just might have been something to do with the krogan in the room. "Chim! How's things? Been... busy, I take it?" Michael walked over to the two of them, avoiding stepping on the dead bodies along the way.