[b][h1][color=gold]Omega[/color][/h1][/b]

"Hey!" Omega shouted as Sigma waved goodbye and teleported away. "You couldn't put me closer to the camp?!" Omega shouted in anger. He didn't want to travel the extra distance across the dry Mexican desert. [i]Hmm... this does give me time to get used to this suit and make a pretty epic walking entrance.[/i] 

Omega walked towards a far off encampment that appeared to have sheltered several dozen people. With each step, questions about Aaron's new life flooded Omega's thoughts. He badly wanted to know what the man had truly become since their days with the mercenary group known as Output. Omega didn't know a lot of his old friend and rival these days, but he did know that he'd be in for one hell of a fight. 

Omega stopped in his tracks as he encountered several armed soldiers defensively surrounding a man with cropped blond hair, and a gold body suit covering his physically perfect body to match. Even from several yards away, Omega recognized who it was.

"Look what we have here! A buyer? A hero? Or just an idiot that managed to go to the wrong place at the wrong time? Tell me... who the fuck are you? And what's your fucking business." Aaron demanded more asshole-ishly than Omega has ever said it.