As the elevator descended, Beruut nodded slightly.<span style="color: YellowGreen">Don't steal anything from them and yes, I'd think you are safe.</span><br/><br/>The elevator opened and Beruut led Kala out and to the infirmary.<span style="color: YellowGreen">Given your actions thus far, I would not imagine the resources you would need to build a new omni-tool are out of your reach. We take care of our own on this ship. </span>He sat her down on one of the medical beds.<span style="color: YellowGreen">We just don't always know who is our own.</span><br/><br/>Beruut crossed to his console and began hitting keys. A monitor attached to the wall at Kala's bedside shut off for a moment, blinking "Acquiring" on the screen. A moment later it displayed the information that was being channeled through the CIC, so that Kala could keep up with the action. Beruut turned the monitor to so that she could see it easier.<br/><br/><span style="color: YellowGreen">Don't think they're all... how do humans say it... all bark and no bite? Yes I think that's it. </span>The Salarian ran his omni-tool over Kala's burnt arm, examining the condition of the tissue.  The monitor cut to security camera feeds, bouncing around views of the party guests at the entrance of the tower before settling on one looking at the elevator exit, and the one guard standing by it.<br/><br/><span style="color: YellowGreen">I've personally watched the Captain shoot and kill a man who was on our crew. The Acheron intercepted a transmission containing the ship's co-ordinates before it was sent. Apparently, the reward the Turian military was offering for information on the ship was too much for him to pass up.</span>The elevator door on the monitor opened, the assassin stepping out and killing the guard in short order. As he descended the stairs, the feed bounced between several cameras again, following the assassin as he exited the tower.<br/><br/><span style="color: YellowGreen">The Captain put a bullet through his head without hesitation.</span>Beruut looked at the monitor, seeing the human for the first time.<br/><br/><span style="color: YellowGreen">Ah! So that's the elusive killer. From the comm chatter, he sounds quite capable.</span>He looked at his omni-tool.<span style="color: YellowGreen">Tissue damage is not irreparable.</span>He took her arm and began applying medi-gel to areas of Kala's burnt tissue.<br/><br/>The monitor image changed again, getting a view of the landing pad and the brief exchange between the assailant and the Turian. A minute later the camera feed disappeared, showing a list of party guests as it scrolled through, stopping on the Turian.<br/><br/>Beruut withdrew a medical bracer with a solid glove on its end.<span style="color: YellowGreen">Slide your arm into this, and your fingers into their correct places inside the glove. It will maintain pressure and medi-gel dispensation. You'll only need to wear it for the next six hours, until your bodies immune reaction subsides. Applications of medi-gel will suffice afterwards, as well as additional sedative injections to speed the healing.</span><br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Cantenelli didn't like that word, not with what he just saw.<i>Council</i>. It could mean a hundred things, but none of them made him comfortable.<span style="color: Blue">Alright... </span>He took a breath to clear his mind.<span style="color: Blue">Mickey, get Acheron's scanners online. Fix them on the team's position. Get a tag on the target's vehicle. He's going somewhere, and I want to know where.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Cyan">Can do.</span>Mickey said from the cockpit.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>The skycar jetted toward the skyline that was rapidly growing on the horizon. They were catching up with the assassin's vehicle, which although was a small shape on the horizon, was lit up on the car's holo-interface dashboard.<span style="color: Blue">I don't think he knows we're behind him yet.</span>Firas said. But as the skyline loomed closer, he knew that the city would give the human ample chance to evade them. But the Turian had no intention of letting him slip past them.<br/><br/>He only half heard Darion as he mentioned the Turian.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Yeah.</span>He said, looking up at the canopy of the car. He grabbed his rifle with one hand and pointed it up at the glass.<span style="color: Blue">Hang on.</span><br/><br/>He fired, blowing holes in the canopy, filling the cabin with the roaring hiss of the air rushing by outside. The canopy cracked and shattered, exposing them to the roar of the wind. Ashana covered her eyes with her arm, and grabbed the back of Firas' seat. The sudden onslaught stung her swollen face, but the torrent of cool air exhilarated her, catching her breath in her chest.<span style="color: Blue">Shoot him!</span><br/><br/>Their car closed in behind the assassin's just within range of their custom mattocks. Firas tried firing while driving, but he couldn't do both successfully, and growled, tossing the rifle into the backseat next to Ashana.<br/><br/>As the first few shots ricocheted off the car, the alarms went off in the cabin. The assassin looked down, then opened the rear view display. He muttered a curse under his breath as he saw the pursuers, and began banking, throttling the car to its top speed.<br/><br/>The vehicle's tail end sparked in protest to the bullets hitting it, but before they could manage any real damage, the city was upon them.<span style="color: Blue">Hang on!</span>Firas yelled, as he followed their target into a descent. He veered sharply to avoid another skycar moving in its legal lane, forcing Ashana to plant her foot against the side of rear cabin to keep herself steady.<br/><br/>The assassin's car leveled out into one of the lanes, veering around the vehicles in front of him, trying hard to keep something between him and the crew's vehicle. As they passed the first tall skyscraper, the car banked around it, and Firas followed. The human would have to slow down soon, there would be too many buildings and too many cars.<br/><br/>The skyscraper density increased, and so did the traffic. The layers of lanes going down to the ground were filled with cars, cargo trucks, and small space craft. It was a sea of twinkling lights from the cars and the buildings, with the cityscape lit up by giant advertisement holographic billboards and displays.<br/><br/>The assassin's car banked around a wide tower, coming dangerously close to it, flying by the occasional balcony blowing furniture and plants over. Firas kept after him, coming dangerously close to the tower, nearly scraping along it. Firas held his breath, the proximity of their vehicle to the tower requiring every ounce of strength to keep his nerves from forcing him to break off.<br/><br/>The assassin's car veered down suddenly, and Firas had only a split second to see why. He jerked back on controls barely a moment before they hit the landing platform that was protruding from the tower. The sailed over it, people looking up from below in surprise as the car hurtled over their heads.<span style="color: Blue">Shit!</span>Firas swore loudly, as he veered again to avoid a landing car. Ashana's heart jumped into her throat as he banked, the other car coming within feet of their own as they hurtled over it.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Hang on!</span>Firas yelled again as they cleared the pad, and he rolled the car into a dive. Trying to reacquire the assassin who had gone under the pad.  Ashana gripped the seat as hard as she could, wedging herself in the backseat to keep the g-forces from throwing her from the car. Firas' rifle lifted off the seat, and Ashana dropped one of her legs down across the seat, holding it down.<br/><br/>Firas scanned the area as fast as he could,  frantically trying to find the car. He looked right, seeing it speeding toward a tunnel that ran through a super complex of buildings. He banked the car again to return to pursuit. The assassin would have to slow down to get through the tunnel. It was their chance. Firas hammered the throttle, sending them careening toward the opening the building with the steady stream of vehicle entering and exiting it.<br/><br/>Firas dropped the car down below the traffic lanes, keeping them below the cars, honks of protest sounded as they went by, but Firas didn't lay off the throttle. They needed to make up ground. He could only see the assassin's car in glimpses and flashes, keeping to the right side shoulder lane. Ahead, the tunnel forked. Firas kept their car straight, waiting to see what the assassin did, which path he took. Ashana watched the quickly approaching wall and clenched her jaw, gripping her seat with increasingly pale knuckles.<br/><br/>Suddenly, at what seemed like the last possible moment the assassin's car rose and rolled across the lanes, moving from the right hand shoulder all the way to the left, and the left fork. Firas, banked left, but they were moving so quickly that he couldn't avoid the wall. The bottom of the car, skidded and jolted as it bounced, throwing a shower of sparks beneath them. Firas cursed and fought to regain control as the car veered, then veered again as he corrected.<br/><br/>They rose, and Firas tried to drop the car's nose down lightly, to prevent him from over correcting them into the tunnel's floor. But the downward angle was just a little too shallow, and the top of their car nudged the vehicle above. The driver of the car jerked the car suddenly, losing control and forcing Firas to dip the car down, again nearly hitting the tunnel. The other car slowed and the car behind it crashed into it, sending both to the ground and skidding across the tunnel, making the entire line of traffic swerve and veer, car hitting car.<br/><br/>Firas finally leveled out the car. He swallowed hard and allowed himself to breath again. He glanced down at the rear view display and the carnage of the crash. But then he glanced up, and saw the assassin's car three car lengths ahead, having merged into traffic. Firas eased off the throttle to keep pace with him. The human probably thought they were among the crashed cars behind them. But he was wrong, and now they had him.<br/><br/>The line of traffic exited the tunnel and the assassin's car banked off the lane. Firas kept them close, and as he cleared the other cars, the Turian throttled the vehicle forward, pulling up next to the assassin's car. He looked across to the human. Firas reveled in the look of anger in the human's face as he saw them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>