>>5177785After poring through requisition offers with Bonilla’s help, you pick out a reprobate that has a reputation for quality gear and honoring business arrangements.
You place a significant order, purchasing anti-armor and anti-air munitions, as well as some high-tech jamming and communications tech.
When the gear arrives, you’re pleasantly surprised by their quality. The anti-armor turns out be a consignment of Carl-Gustaf recoilless rifles. These should be more than enough to punch through anything Pedraza can field.
The anti-air systems are of a similar quality. Turns out, you bought a load of SA-24 Grinch MANPADS. Ought to ruin any flyboy’s day if he strays too far into the danger zone.
You were a bit iffy at first about buying the AA, but after he offered to slash the price a bit in exchange for a bulk purchase, you were happy to agree.
What can you say, you’re a sucker for a good deal.
Bonilla has a wide grin on his normally taciturn face as he inspects the new hardware.
“An excellent choice, captain. We’ll put those momma’s boys flat on their ass with this. They’ll never knew what hit em.”
It still weirds you out that Bonilla insists on referring to you as a captain, especially when the title started to spread amongst the men. Since Bonilla used to be a sergeant, it’s probably just force of habit.
With your fancy new commo gear, you take the liberty of establishing a hardline channel with the Rats, in case they have any urgent news.
