Well, that was a bit of a relief, the two means to perform an assassination that he couldn't really act against were eliminated already.  Ok, a bomb he could possibly defuse if he found it, but it really wasn't one he could fight against.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Nice, I never liked dealing with snipers without my own rifle...”</span>though at the mention of the scanners against explosives, darion reached down to his belt and pulled one of the small disks he had there.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Unless your boss cleared everything I was carrying, you may want to recalibrate those scanners, I carried 4 explosives in with me without hearing an alarm.”</span><br/><br/>The rest of the job sounded like basic guard work.  Similar to what he had been doing the past year, just with suits, and people who were worth more than the entire contents of the warehouses he guarded.  The only part of this that was sounding fun at the moment was the chance to encounter the assassin who was supposed to be amazingly good.  That would be a fun fight.  The problem would be identifying him, and that may not be something he could do well.  Darion had never really spent a lot of time around the rich, and he wouldn't be sure as to what was normal for them.  He would have to look for the obvious, such as someone doing what Malcom was suggesting.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Sounds about basic then.  Someone with the pull to kill a shadow broker agent could definitely get an invite to this shindig.  Glad i would play security and not a guest.  This won't likely be my kind of party until rounds start flying...”</span>darion paused at that thought and looked over to where Vega and Ashana were talking.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“... Of course I hope we can catch the guy before it gets that far.  If anyone starts shooting than the shit would have already hit the fan.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“So where will you want me to be during the party?  I obviously wouldn't fit in among the rich and be able to remain insignificant appearing.  I am a decent shot, maybe up on the second floor watching.  It looks like someone could see most of the whole room and most of the hallways.”<br/>
</span><br/>.........................................................<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“May have?”</span>Kala swallowed nervously at that thought that it only amounted to a 'may have'.  At that moment she was blessing her luck that the ship had been so low on crew so that she hadn't had to challenge that 'may have.'<span style="color: Sienna">“Good thing I am not a turian spy, just a stupidly curious engineer.  I am probably lucky that the captain felt the need to give me this offer... I probably would have gotten myself killed if he had started beating me up... I would have felt the need to unload an incinerate charge to his face... still want to do that though, I hate him the damn turian.”</span><br/><br/>The mention of the others though and that they were from omega made Kala groan.<span style="color: Sienna">“Just great, people from Omega... I hate that place and the sooner I can forget it the better...  I don't think we should trust omega mercs though, especially if they ended up shooting each other.  I've had some bad experiences with them when I had to live there.”</span>she fell silent for a moment as she remembered a few times some mercs had cornered her after a few drinks in afterlife.  One had gotten a full power overload to the crotch, the other an incinerate charge to the face.  Yeah, Kala had gotten some practice at running, and had come too close to being raped a few times.<br/><br/>Kala shook those memories away before focusing on her omnitool display and her calibrations before continuing.<span style="color: Sienna">“That doo-gooder, I think his name was Archangel, I think he started his campaign around the time I escaped omega.  If he is dead, then too bad.  The place could have used a couple more months of cleaning.  I could have given him the names of half a dozen people that it could do without.”</span>she said as she finished her calibrations on the equipment that was showing green, most of the dozen she had been working on were showing an increase in efficiency.<span style="color: Sienna">“your not going to find me shedding a tear for them.  But your right, She looked more like a stripper than a merc... or that she could at least make a lot more money as an asari stripper or other... similar jobs like that...  um, not that I am meaning that an asari looks more like a person who would work that kind of job... not dangerous... I mean.... I should just shut up now...”</span>Kala looked down at the floor  and closed her omnitool, and blushing fiercely.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“umm.... anyway... is there anything else I need to do in here... I am sweating enough that I feel like I probably look like I have gone swimming.”</span>she wasn't joking about that, her shirt was completely drenched.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>