Firas had listened intently throughout the entire conversation and he showed no intention of interrupting them. He only intended to keep pressing that pistol against the Salarian in reminding him of the situation the man had found himself in. It was a shame that they couldn't even for a moment hold a candle up to the charade of pretending they were sent by the Shadow Broker but they got the information regardless. It seemed that Ashana was good for something, perhaps it was best to leave her to do the talking afterall.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">What do we do with him</span>" These were the words that gave Firas the chance to speak his mind, taking a step back with his pistol still aimed directly at the agent. "<span style="color: RoyalBlue">We kill him, we tie up all loose ends. He will report to his superiors the instant we let him go. He is nothing but a liability.</span>"<br/><br/>The turian circled around the man to press the pistol against the mans head, enough for the steel to churn and tear at the flesh of the man "<span style="color: RoyalBlue">Shall I pull the trigger?</span>"<br/><br/>The fact that Firas had even asked the question surprised him. If it was his interrogation, the man would have been long dead. His gaze fell upon Ashana, just waiting for her word to pull the trigger. It only bothered him that he was waiting for her word and not his own, but it was better than awaiting the word of Cantenelli.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>