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Reyes holstered his gun, and Phantom took a step back, offering an open hand. 

“Glad you’re seeing things our way,” Reyes was about to take Phantom’s handshake, instead he grabbed Reyes’ wrist and placed a holo chip in his palm. “What’s this?”

“My terms.” Phantom said in a matter of fact tone, “You’re not expecting me to do this for free, are you?”

Reyes felt a headache coming on, but he no longer had the energy to argue. He knew how meticulous this man could be when it comes to his jobs but this is just fucking ridiculous. After the resources he had to spend to hunt him down, he should be charging him instead. But he knows that he’ll be able to recover the losses when they agree to a deal, so he sat down on the couch while pulling up the virtual contract. 

It was easy enough to understand with all the complexities. From his cut on the goods, the services he will be offering (sniper, hacker/programmer, information broker, infiltrator) and the kinds of jobs he was not willing to do unless it was necessary. They were workable, but he stopped at one of the clauses and turned towards Phantom who had stood up from his seat.

“You’re planning on leaving as soon as you determine that I got what I want?” 

Phantom hummed an affirmative as he pushed a panel by the far end of the room to retrieve the bottles of booze that Reyes had been hiding. (He doesn’t even want to ask how Phantom found them). He brought out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, placing it on the table in front of them with a resounding thump.

Phantom filled up the glass halfway, “You want the port don’t you? Once you get it, I leave. Simple.”

Reyes narrowed his eyes at the hooded man, this was how they usually negotiate with each other. It had become a ritual of sorts for the two of them to share a drink whenever they talked about business, but this deal sounds suspicious. “Too simple. What’s the catch?”

Phantom waved him off, “It’s not something you need to worry about,”

Reyes scoffed as he could hear the smirk in his altered voice. “It sounds like it SHOULD be something I need to worry about.” 

Phantom slid the glass towards him, “All I want is for you to show me how the Collective works.”

Reyes glared at Phantom and hissed at him, “Out of the question.”

Phantom tilted his head, “Even when we both know I can make things more efficient?”

Reyes’ eye twitched, he pushed the glass away from him, its contents spilling on the table, “What are you fucking after?”

“Nothing!” Phantom snickered as he put the glass back to rights and filled it up again. This time pouring the whiskey past the halfway point of how Reyes usually takes his drink. It was his signal that this was his last chance to take the deal. “I just need something to occupy my hands with, besides doing whatever else you’d like me to do.” He took off his mask and sneered at the smuggler, “You don’t want me getting bored, do you?”

Reyes ran a hand down his face as Phantom offered him his glass again. This man does get quite chaotic when he says he's bored. It had involved setting off explosives that shook most of the slums back in Omega. Kadara wouldn’t be able to withstand something like that.

“Curiosity may have killed the cat, but satisfaction always brought it back. Besides–” Phantom drawled and filled up his own glass, “-what else could be more fun than causing you a few headaches every once in a while”

“I fucking hate you.” Reyes grumbled as he picked up his drink.

Phantom grinned, “So, do we have a deal?”

Left with no other choice, Reyes raised his glass for a toast.

Phantom grinned. “Let me give you a piece of advice that I always say to my employers.” He picked up his drink and pointed a finger at Reyes, holding his whiskey glass loosely between his middle finger and thumb, “If you betray me or even so much as try to dig into my identity using the work I do for you, I will pay it back a hundredfold, got it?”

Reyes smirked, it wasn’t advice at all, it was a warning. Reyes leaned forward, “As long as you don’t blow up any of my hard work then we’re good.”

They clinked their glasses together, sealing their deal. Reyes took a sip of his whiskey while Phantom swirled his drink, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Then should we get started?”

Reyes coughed a bit, “Huh?”

Phantom downed his drink in one go and slammed the empty glass on the table with the kind of hiss a man who knew he didn't have another choice would make. “Bring me to Draullir and tell me what needs to be done.”

Reyes shook his head, and continued to lay back on his seat, “Why should I? I’m not your caretaker.”

“Are you sure about that?” Phantom grinned with that Cheshire grin that Reyes always dreaded to see. It always spells bad things in his future when he gives him that smile. “The Charlatan is just going to let me MUCK about inside the Collective–” he leaned in close making Reyes lean back “—Unsupervised?”

Reyes stared dumbly at Phantom as he pulled away with a smug lopsided grin on his lips. Reyes sighed, he’s going to regret this, isn’t he? 

"Let's get to it, Vidal!" Phantom said cheerily as he put his mask back on. But as soon as the door to the private room opened a cacophony of gun safeties clicked around them and Phantom stopped in his tracks. “A welcoming party for me?” he turned to look at Reyes, “You shouldn’t have.”

M!Ryder/Reyes Vidal Two Andromeda-bound strangers meet for a single night in a dingy bar on Omega and then part, never expecting to see each other again. But that would be too easy, wouldn't it?

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mass Effect: Andromeda Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Male Ryder | Scott/Reyes Vidal Characters: Reyes Vidal, Male Ryder | Scott, SAM (Mass Effect), Keema Dohrgun, Umi Henon Additional Tags: whumptober 2019, Reyder Summary:

In the aftermath of a fight with his boyfriend Scott, Reyes gets a call that Scott is at Kralla's Song and something is very, very wrong.