The Merc looked into Dromaeus' eyes seriously. "I wouldn't. Needs of the many and all that. NOW! Welcome to Casa de Merc!" The building was a small warehouse, with a security pad. The Merc typed in a code, 6372, and opened the door. Rows and rows of weapons, medical kits, ammo crates, camouflages and combat armours lay on boxes.
"Sorry I'm a little low. I missed the sales because of some twat who sent me to the north pole. Lost my shotguns up there... but I got something better."