<b>Asad</b>gave the drell a curt nod, reaching out to pat the man's shoulder. Their talking had been interrupted - annoying, but perhaps it was a good thing, as it prevented them from getting too close for comfort - by the turian's announcement.<b>Asad's</b>heart raced. Was the man an idiot? The entire dockyards would be shot to ribbons over the next few hours, the mark would likely be killed, but so would everybody else. This was no longer a competition, this was a<i>game</i>.<br/><br/>As he questioned the turian's judgement, though, he accompanied the drell to the side of the two asari. The women had effectively ignored them - arrogant, much like their entire race - but that didn't matter. Either they'd work together or he'd pick them off one by one.<br/><br/>"An alliance, yes." He said to the drell -<b>Kyll</b>- as they moved. "We work together, none of us get hurt, all of us get paid." He added, giving the man a stern look as they drew level with the women. He listened to the short speech, noting the fact that<b>Kyll</b>seemed to have made his choice in partners solely based on the size of their chests, before interjecting on his own. "If we work together as a group, we all win." He said plainly, stating the obvious as he watched the women's faces. "My suggestion is that we avoid shooting each-other, we collect our pay at the end, and we all walk out alive."<br/><br/>Glancing from one asari to the next, he looked back at the drell, his unlikely partner in crime. He privately hoped that the man was trustworthy - otherwise this would be the mother of all shitstorms. He really,<i>really</i>wanted to avoid getting shot - and having somebody watching his back would be appreciated, so long as that certain somebody didn't stick a knife in it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>