(OOC: What the hell is Team Atom? Isn't it Team Galaku?)
A young man wearing a large, full-body cloak snuck into the dark, silent village. It was nighttime, thus the perfect time for someone as paranoid as him to sneak in and buy supplies. Lower chance of running into Galaku's goons or someone acquainted with them, whether they be a member or a mercenary hired by them.
He creeped into the store that was just begining to close, startling the old man who was sweeping the interior.
"Oh-Oh my, I didn't expect any more customers." The old man said in a startled tone of voice.
"I won't be long." The cloaked man replied, bowing slightly as if to plead the old man to be open for just a tad longer. And since the old man was such a softie, he didn't why not?
"Sure, but don't take too long. I am shutting up in about 10 minutes." The old man replied with a sigh before going back to his cleaning.
After he gathered all the food and other materials he knew he and his *ahem* 'friends' would need he put them all in a sack and paid the kind old man.
"Thank you." He bowed once more before leaving hastily, not wanting to bring any trouble to the old man. The old man sighed as he watched the cloaked man disappear into the night.
"Youth these days always seem to be in such a rush."