Ashana nodded and slowly peeked over the counter out the window of the room. She couldn't see anyone from her angle, but she knew that the door was partially visible to the assembly outside, and all of their guns. She dropped down, eyes darting as she tried to measure variables and figure out something that would get them to that access way. The problem was, there was really one way, and it wasn't a good one. An idea came to her, and not one she was fond of. She looked up, spotted a vent in the ceiling above the counter space with the needles and vials on it against the west wall.<br/><br/>She held out her hands for the girls to stay then dashed to the counter and lifted herself onto it, slowly standing, watching the window for any sign of someone passing by. She looked at Kala and Shira, who was rifling across the Batarian's body for Thermal clips for the shotgun that they had commandeered from him. Still wearing the transparent white attire that the slavers had dressed her in, she unclipped an ammo belt that the Batarian had around the leg of his armor and pulled it around her right thigh, tightening it to make sure it stayed, regardless of how comfortable it was. She reloaded the Scimitar with a one armed heave of the slide.<br/><br/>Ashana meanwhile had managed to pry the vent grate from the ceiling and set it down on the counter. She muttered a curse as she gripped the edge of the vent and lifted herself up to her chin to look in it. They could fit, but it would be one hell of a fit. She noted that to the west, just before the vent turned north was a glow of light from another vent in the hall outside the access way - positioned close enough to act as a pressure equalizer for the room. Ashana, still gripping the rim of the vent lowered herself back down tot he counter, and waved for Kala and Shira to come.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkorchid">Alright, its going to be a tight fit.</span>She whispered.<span style="color: Darkorchid">There's another vent access just a few feet away. I'll go first, get it open and check to make sure its clear. I've no idea how much time we have so we cannot afford to waste even a single second.</span>She looked at the two.<span style="color: darkorchid">Alright, ready?</span><br/><br/>She pulled herself up into the vent, struggling for a moment to inch her way inside. She breathed as little as possible, her breasts already making the fight very uncomfortable. She tucked her arms and crawled an inch at a time forward toward the vent. She tried to be as completely quiet as she could, knowing full well that any noise at this point would bring the entire op down on itself. She stopped at the vent grate, sliding her fingers through the it and trying to push down as gradually as she could manage to keep it from loudly popping out of place.<i>Come on... come on</i>, she thought, pushing down and becoming worried that the grate was wedged. She bit her lower lip as she felt it give ever so slightly down. She pushed a little harder and felt it suddenly drop down, but she gripped tightly, not letting it clatter to the floor below. She turned it sideways and pulled it into the vent, then leaned out, sticking her head down and looking around. It was clear for the moment. She slide forward, pivoting her body out of the vent upside down. Getting her breasts past the lip of the vent was difficult but with an agile rotation, she dropped from the vent and quickly flattened herself against the wall beside the access door and waited for Kala and Shira.<br/><br/>She kept flat against the wall, looking north at where the short hall ended and opened into the main room of the facility. She could hear the Batarian and slavers talking. They were so close now, so close to this whole thing crumbling. If just one of the slavers were to patrol, to walk just a little too close and look around the corner, the whole game would be up. All she could do was wait and pray that Kala was worth her claims.<br/><br/>The door into the access was locked, and didn't respond to any open commands. The only way to open it was to go straight for the hard line. Shira assisted Kala as best she could, doing everything in their power to keep from making any noise what so ever. Together and pulled a panel from the wall, exposing a set of machinery within, hydraulic lines and pistons, components that controlled the door. Kala worked diligently at the door, but it was taking time to bypass. Ashana health her breath and wished she could be flatter against the wall, for a moment cursing her figure. It didn't matter which way she stood, something was going to stick out.<i>Come on Kala... come on.</i>She thought.<br/><br/>Her heart surged as she saw the shoulder of a slaver guard come into the view just around the corner. She frozen, the only thing moving on her were the beads of sweat forming on her naked body. The shoulder stopped, the slaver turned, the silhouette of his back visible.<br/><br/>The sound of the access door beside her opening was even more nerve racking. Though not loud, it still made sound. Ashana stared, wide eyed waiting for a moment, but the guard didn't react. The three girls quickly stepped inside the access way and Kala closed it behind them, bathing them in yellow and red light. The access was barely wider than the shoulder width of a grown man. The door at the far end had a warning readout on it that said "Pressurized," as it lead out into facility A.<br/><br/>Ashana breathed a sigh of relief and looked around. The fit was tight in the long corridor, and uncomfortable. It was distinctly warmer than it was in the facility proper. The reason was obvious enough as well. Cable conduits and machinery were all exposed in the walls. The corridor was a maintenance access. To Kala's eyes the targets were immediately apparent. Before her in the north wall were the lines for environmental control running parallel to water and utility lines for the base. Cords of cable and wire ran to the west exit that were linked into the airlock between facility B and A. Further up in the corridor, out of Kala's reach was the holy grail. A network node that contained the communications array's conduit, inside which were conduits for the entire base's security system. To reach it, though, she would need to be hoisted up higher.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>The Batarian watching Milenya with the Flamethrower smirked a little as she began undoing her armor. His eyes traced her curves wanton lust for the woman beneath clear to see. But he stood his ground, hands still secure on the M-451 Firestorm.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>