Michael had been to many different world and seen a lot of cities, both as a tag along with his father and mother and as a mercenary. In all the cities that he'd been in, none of them compared to Harlech. The capital of Outreach and the official home of Wolf's Dragoons was a place that you could find just about anything, if you knew where to look.<br/><br/>It had been a long trip back to Outreach. The Angel's last contract had been hard on everyone and it showed. It felt morbid when both of the Angel's DropShips landed on the tarmac and the only unit members to get off where Colonel Angel, Major MacTaggert and himself. He wondered if their DropShip was as lonely as his. He stayed on the second of the two Unions, the<em>Archangel's Fury</em>, with his infantry and armor.  The<em>Fury</em>also held many of the Angels dependents. He had spent a majority of his time back to Outreach in the company of grieving widows, spouses and children. Sleep had been lacking as well. He had nightmares of that last battle, and they woke him up every night, leaving him in a cold sweat and soaked sheets. In that last battle he remembered that enemy<em>Vindicator</em>sweeping the field with its PPC and lasters. His young men and women died in a blaze of man made lightning.<br/><br/>His right leg ached. He'd taken a high caliber round in the leg and it had snapped his femur. He could walk around, but he still walked with a pronounced limp. In the end, he'd kneecapped that<em>Vindicator</em>himself, watching as it tipped over onto its face. He remembered watching the pilot emerge from the felled Mech, wondering how right before Michael had double tapped him in the chest.<br/><br/>He looked over at his commander and the good Major. He had nothing but the utmost respect for both of them; their survival was a testament to their skill. He finally decided that he would leave the too ladies to their devices and go about his duties as the Angel's XO. As the Executive Officer of the unit he was responsible for the day to day administration of the Angles. Colonel Angel made the ultimate decision, but it was still his job to make sure the unit ran smoothly.<br/><br/>He looked over at the Colonel and said loud enough for the three of them to hear. "Ma'am, I'm going to do a bit of scouting. If I find any drivers that I think will pass your screening, I'll send them to you."<br/><br/>He nodded to the Colonel one last time. "Ma'am."<br/><br/>He then looked at the lovely Major MacTaggert and nodded to her as well. "Major. Enjoy your sim time."<br/><br/>He turned and walked away from the two ladies.<br/><br/>He knew how to read people, it was a big part of his training that only he and the Colonel new about. Everyone else in the Angels knew that he was a good officer, and when he went out people died. He left the final hiring of the MechWarriors to the Colonel. She knew what skills she wanted in her warriors better than he did.<br/><br/>He knew that infantry men would be easy enough to find, even the specialized ones that he had in mind for his reconstruction of the units infantry and armor section. What would take a while to find was the right people to carry out specialized missions. People that would be a good match for the ten crates that should be in storage as he walked around the main hiring hall, keeping an eye open for suitable candidates, some of which were already starting to eyeball him like chum in a shark tank.