Jason/Dig
Of all the phrases in the English language 'name your price' was by far one of his favorite. Supply and demand was always the way of things; whether one was peddling drugs, weapons, sex, or even selling hope for a brighter future like Arthur was offering to the disenfranchised and down trodden. There would always be a need for something, and Riley had made his fortune meeting a wide array of needs. The man didn't care about the community, or about Camelot's rules. He didn't care about the dead boys still burning like bonfires just a few feet away. Credits were all that mattered to the broken man...credits and the power and freedom that they could secure for him.
Oh he had a soft spot, a sliver of a weakness in that normally unfeeling heart of his. A weakness for children who had been tormented and hurt, who had endured abuse like he had when Conners was a child. That lingering trace of humanity certainly worked it's way into some of his dealings too. Especially with Jason and Camelot since they offered refuge to the kids Dig brought in off the street. Still beyond the occasional donation, or steeply discounted rates, the cop tended to place business above almost everything else. So when Arthur said that magical phrase, an almost wolfish grin tugged slightly at the man's lips.
However a moment later the officer responded at last, completely genuine as he spoke. "Name my price, eh? Very well then...you'll have the goods, free of charge. Count it as a Thanksgiving donation, Jason. Though I expect a decent bottle of something strong when you mail me your Christmas card this year." Without saying another word the cop turned his focus to his device again, pausing to type in a few things before finally nodding to himself. "It's done. Four dozen untraceable and state of the art automatic rifles, and five hundred cases of armor piercing rounds, will be dropped off within the hour for you and your boys." Oh on the street such a shipment of weapons could've gone for a tidy profit, but Digger had no problem giving them away to Jason for free. After all it was an investment. A way to keep the conflict not just going, but also to help escalate matters even more. Giving away guns to one side, offering to sell armor to another...the cycle would just keep spinning away; all while Digger secured himself a decent spot near the center, always safely navigating the waters of neutrality too, while earning himself a sizable sum of credits.