It wasn't far to the warehouse, and Ashana could feel the tension rising in her. Most of the mercs that were moving for the warehouse had broken off. She silently thanked the goddess that<b>Asad</b>and<b>Kyll</b>had gone to hunt down Cravix themselves. Suddenly, she felt the freedom to work.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">Follow my lead.</span>Ashana said to<b>Tso'Ari</b>.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">I suppose its too much to hope you've worked as a whore before?</span>Ashana shook her head and continued, almost to herself,<span style="color: DarkOrchid">No, not wearing something like that.</span>Ashana quickened her pace as her heart sped up and her thoughts crystallized into a plan.<br/><br/>Ashana turned a corner, and saw the warehouse not far down the row. She skidded to a stop and forcibly moved the doctor back around the corner, quickly following her out of sight of the warehouse.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Wait.</span>She said and peered around the corner. Standing in front of Kalga's warehouse #12 were two guards. One held a grenade launcher, the other a Vindicator assault rifle. Both guards were men, one Turian one Krogan.<br/><br/>The Drell,<b>Kyll</b>'s voice sounded over Ashana's omni-tool. She paused and spoke into it.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">The warehouse is guarded. Two guards, one of them with a big gun. There shouldn't be guards outside a warehouse.</span>She said, looking up and down the row of warehouses, noting that they were all locked, and unguarded.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Something's not right.</span>Ashana closed her omnitool.<br/><br/>Ashana looked down and thought for a moment, then let her eyes slowly move up Dr.<b>Tso'Ari</b>'s body, critically examining her curves.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">There's only one way into a guarded building, and that's with someone groping your ass, thinking they're going to get laid. Usually the armored look gives people pause, but everyone does love watching us take off clothes.</span>Ashana looked at<b>Tso'Ari</b>, waiting to see if she took Ashana's meaning.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">We need to get in, and take a look around. Once we're in, I'll deal with those two.</span>She said. Ashana lifted her omni-tool and activated it.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">This is the Asari,</span>she radioed to<b>Kyll</b>and<b>Asad</b>,<span style="color: DarkOrchid">We're making a move to get into the warehouse. If Cravix gets this far, we'll put him down.</span><br/><br/>Ashana shut off her omni-tool and looked at<b>Tso'Ari</b>again.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Walk like me, and pretend like your interested.</span>Ashan instructed and began primping her outfit, tugging down its low cut so that her breasts and cleavage were amplified, as well as tugging at the material around her hips, ass and groin, making sure that her every curve was accentuated, and a nice crease was visible between her legs.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Generally men will make up whatever story they want in their mind for why beautiful women are near them. Our job is to push that fantasy to our own ends. Whores are common enough in Omega. Above all, keep their mind off of important questions like who we are and what we're doing in Ren Kalga's warehouse district. Keep them distracted with a sway of your hips or a smirk and a wink.</span>Ashana explained quickly, giving<b>Tso'Ari</b>the information that had become second nature to her.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">If they do ask, then tell them its because Kalga has money and that means his workers have money. They don't, but if they buy it then they won't want to bring it up. they'll just say 'smart bitch' or something. If they ask about your armor...</span>Ashana paused and looked at<b>Tso'Ari'</b>s armor.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Well it is Omega. No one wants to get shot. Act like a slut and pretend like your eager to get out of it.</span>Ashana stood up straight and stretched nimbly before taking a deep breathe. She opened her eyes and gave a cold, serious stare to<b>Tso'Ari</b>.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">Now come on and follow my lead. And mute your omni-tool.</span>She said and went around the corner and on toward the warehouse, muting her omni-tool a she walked.<br/><br/>Each step Ashana took was followed by a swaying of her hips, and her posture kept her breasts pressed forward. She kept her arms at her sides, and smirked knowingly as she approached the two guards. Both immediately tensed as she approached, and their hands tightened on their weapons. Ashana grinned and looked around the bleak walls of the warehouses on the row. They all had massive, sealed loading doors with only a small side entrance for personnel. Again Ashana was silently struck the oddity that only this warehouse would be guarded.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">You boys look bored.</span>She said, leaning forward as she approached, giving the two an even better view of her cleavage, her nipples just barely hidden beneath the edge of her top.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Me and my friend are looking for some... fun.</span>She smirked and winked. The two guards took the bait, Ashana could see it in their eyes, which rested happily on her barely contained bust.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">Well, we're on duty.</span>The Turian said with a smirking flex of his mandibles. He lifted his rifle ever so slightly. It was a playful gesture, and Ashana felt a reassurance that these men were not aware of the violence currently being aimed at Cravix. It was good news for her.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">I like a man with a big gun.</span>She said and stepped up to the Turian, running her finger along the Vindicator.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Though...</span>She trailed off and stepped across to the Krogan and put both her hands on the grenade launcher, pushing the barrel of the weapon down between her legs.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">You friend's is bigger.</span>Ashana let the words drip from her tongue as she looked up at the Krogan.<br/><br/><span style="color: Olive">Heh, you've got a good eye.</span>He grunted and lowered his weapon, holding it in one hand as he leaned back on the wall beside the closed door. Ashana giggled playfully, playing her part as needed, then danced back to the Turian.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">What do you say boys?</span>She said and stood with her legs parted slightly and a hand on the Turian's chest plate.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">Hmph.</span>The Turian grunted with a smirk.<span style="color: Red">We don't usually see you girls down at the warehouses.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">Kalga's got credits... so we thought we would take advantage.</span>Ashana continued.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">Mmm.</span>the Turian smirked down at her, and dropped one hand from his rifle, and putting it on Ashana's hip, letting his clawed fingers slide down to her ass and give it a squeeze.<span style="color: Red">What about your friend?</span>He gave a nod.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Cravix pushed through the crowd as violence erupted all around him. Predictably, the mercenaries were already turning on each other. Several were dead in the streets, while others hit the ground, clutching wounds. But many were still running, and shooting. Cravix shoved his way past a row of kiosks, then veered left, away from the plaza and toward the markets, in the opposite direction of the warehouses.<span style="color: Red">Well get ready! I'm bringing them to you!</span>He shouted into his omni-tool.<br/><br/>As the first bunch of mercenaries neared the kiosks, they suddenly burst - Kala's overload chain having reached its destination. A few of the mercenaries stopped, or were stumbled by the kiosk's sudden shattering and sparking. Only a few moments later,  other mercenaries were charging past the previous leaders of the pack, slamming and pushing their way past the crowds who continued to panic as the chase pushed forward. It gained Cravix another few seconds lead on the group.<br/><br/>The gunshots quieted as Cravix's route took them further into populated areas. Unlike the plaza of the Feddik district the nearby market district was dense, with a number of levels and buildings extending up the superstructure of one of Omega's hanging pillars. As the Turian ran, a keen observer would note the intention in his changing of direction as he dodged down the streets. The Turian was going somewhere specific, and further away from the warehouses.<br/><br/>A group of mercenaries broke from the main charge, which became slowed in the denser crowds, and made for one of the upper levels, shadowing Cravix's movements from above, and worse, they were catching up. One of the mercenaries, a Salarian, lifted a Mantis rifle and lined up a shot, leading Cravix. As he aimed for the killing blow, another shot rang out and a round tore through his throat. The Salarian jerked as blood sprayed from the wound. As he jerked, his rifle fired, missing Cravix entirely and instead punching through a window of a nearby shop, spraying the street with glass and screams. His companions kicked the dieing, bleeding Salarian from the ledge overlooking the street below and continued running, trying to gain ground on their target.<br/><br/>Below, Cravix dodged left, down another street, as a fresh burst of ammunition was sent his way. The Turian grinned as he passed a gun shop. His eyes met a Krogan armored in red and gold as he ran, and as the two saw each other, the Krogan pulled a claymore shotgun from his back.<br/><br/>As the mercenaries rounded the bend, Cravix turned, stopped and fired a few shots in their direction, none meant to kill them. But his sudden turn fueled the mercenaries into a charge. As they neared the weapon's shop in full sprint, the Krogan stepped out and with a thundering roar, he drove his fist into the face of the first charging mercenary, a Human. The man collapsed motionless onto the ground, the impact not so much as slowing the Krogan. With a sudden following swing of his shotgun into both hands, the Krogan leveled a shot point blank into another passing mercenary, the blast ripping out the midsection of his armor and goring him. the Krogan roared again and charged head long into the charging mercenaries, smashing into another two as they ran.<br/><br/>Above, a window hissed opened from one of the apartments and a Turian leaned out with an M-97 Viper in his hands. The Turian was wearing no armor, and behind him a Human prostitute left the room. He fired two shots into the mercenary crowd then lifted his omni-tool.<span style="color: SandyBrown">Double back! We'll cover you. Get the package off Omega!</span>He shouted to Cravix then fired again.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Below Warehouse 12, a security console beeped in protest as it was intruded upon.<b>Adrian</b>'s efforts weren't in vain, but progress was slow. Ren Kalga was not one known for skimping on security. But even so, the locks on the door were new, and more expensive than something that would reasonably be placed on a lone warehouse.<br/><br/>But, Omega was not renowned for its maintenance, especially in the maintenance tunnels. Vorcha called them home, and so they were seldom used. Much of the hardware was in a slow decline into disrepair. The tunnels beneath Warehouse 12 were no different. As Adrian hacked the door, the system suddenly seized and sparks burst from a panel to<b>Adrian</b>'s right. His hacking efforts had caused a short in the nearby relay.<br/><br/>The red locking circle turned orange suddenly and began emitting a loud whine every few seconds. On its interface, the door read<span style="color: SandyBrown">"ERROR,"</span>and began blinking. No doubt the whine from the door would attract the kind of attention that would open the door for him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>