@Tiberius67
  Marcus Renault
"We have a contract offer for your group", Johnson said quietly as he passed Renault a folder, then returned to his mashed potatoes. "Rear-area security, no offensive operations will be involved. Initial term is 90 days, with option to extend as necessary. The AO is sensitive, but we have good relations with the host government and there will be no trouble unless they are provoked. Details are inside."

   Renault sat back and smiled, he may not like the human interaction too much but he was a mean sell. The Angels of War have been running short on spare parts for their vertibirds and P-60s as well as raw materials. Gold never hurts. He decided that he wanted at least a hundred pounds of gold and whatever else he could get thrown in to accept the contract.
He started the bidding,
"Five hundred pounds of gold."

"Fifty, and some vertibird parts."

"Not good enough. Two hundred and a shipping container full of vertibird parts, mint condition."
The man's eyes narrowed before replying,
"One hundred and the parts."
The corners of Renault's mouth barely curled up into a smile, he had the man right where he wanted him.
"Throw in a ton of aircraft grade aluminum and you have yourself a deal."
He held his hand up towards the man over the table, waiting a moment for the other man to shake it.