Ashana narrowed her eyes suspiciously as the Asari offered her half her share. This Asari, this Dr. Ts'Oari wasn't from Omega, either, Ashana determined. No one from Omega forwarded that kind of generosity with credits without a scheme to return it ten fold. But this Asari was sincere, it was laid plainly in her eyes, in her body language. She had realized she was out of her league and was appealing for help. For 500,000 credits, Ashana would fuck her twice and still have more than enough left over to help her. It would be dumb to say no.<br/><br/>Ashana lowered her voice.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Fine. Stay close to me and watch these mercenaries when we move out. We're as likely to be shot by them as our target.</span>She said, coolly. Ashana felt no need to let the doctor know that she had never been in a situation like this.<br/><br/>The one Ashana assumed to be a Drell approached the two and Ashana straightened up, regarding him squarely.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">What do I think?</span>Ashana asked, surprised that the question he asked wasn't directed immediately towards some sort of additional agreement of cooperation. Still, it was an important question that Ashana hadn't yet given enough thought to.<br/><br/>Ashana looked at Gavin who stood by silently watching the ensuing chaos of voices and arguments. He had that dark smirk on his Turian features. He was enjoying watching this. He was enjoying the chaos. Ashana took a moment to try to divert her mind away from the jackpot of credits and back onto the more important matter of what was<i>really</i>going on. She stared at Gavin, and at his business partners as she tried to discern motives, or more importantly, potential complications.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">This is insanity and he knows it. The moment he gives us that mark, there will be as much gunfire between the groups in this warehouse as there will be from the target. He wants that chaos.</span>She narrowed her eyes a little, following the line of his mandibles, the squinting of his eyes. A pang of the obviousness of it hit her conscious mind.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">This is a publicity stunt. If he wanted the target dead, he would have sent one person, a single assassin to eliminate him efficiently. He doesn't want that. He wants violence and he wants chaos. This is a show of power. He's not just trying to damage Ren Kalga's operation, he's trying to scare the Volus.</span><br/><br/>Still, as Ashana looked at the Turian and considered the operation, something about it failed to add up. He wouldn't send them after Ren Kalga himself. He was too well protected. But to send them after a single target other then Kalga seemed like a waste of time, especially for the credits he was fronting. Five million had to be the standing majority of everything he had. He had to believe this move was decisive, that it was going to cause irreparable damage to his competitor and ensure his position. But doing anything but killing Kalga himself couldn't have that effect. Everyone under Kalga was easily replaceable.<br/><br/>Ashana's thoughts were cut short as Gavin once again raised his hand.<span style="color: Red">Gentlemen!</span>He shouted. It went unheard as the mercenaries continued to bicker and squabble and scheme.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">QUITE!</span>The Krogan next to him roared. A moment later the warehouse was once again filled only with the noise of machinery.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">How you do it, I don't care. But it must be done, and quickly. The targets name is Cravix. He's a Turian smuggler and captain of Ren Kalga's smuggling ship the Typhon. He has red facial markings and a distinct series of claw scars across the right side of his face. Cravix has recently docked at Omega and will be departing very soon. If he manages to escape, then none of you get payed a single credit. </span>Gavin explained.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">He is currently... </span>Gavin raised his chin slightly and looked up, like he was thinking.<span style="color: Red">Negotiating smuggling fees near the Feddik district, northwest corner.</span><br/><br/>The mercenaries all looked at one another for a moment, none of them quite sure it what to do. Then, from among their ranks, a Human lifted his gun and shouted.<span style="color: DarkRed">Lets fucking do this!</span>And the group began moving, charging for the warehouse door, each one pushing for the lead, and shouting.<br/><br/>They mashed themselves out of the warehouse, where the guards were still holding the crowd at bay. The first mercenary out lifted his gun into the air and fired a few rounds, hollering for everyone to get out of his way. As the other mercenaries poured out, the crowd backed away. They saw the blood frenzy that the credit reward had stirred in the hired guns, and the crowd parted and broke, not wanting to get in their way. The leaders of the pack charged forward, making a mad dash for the Feddick district, which on foot was only a few minutes away.<br/><br/>Ashana stayed, watching them go. She grabbed the Asari who was with her's arm and held tight, not letting her follow. The doctor had promised her 500,000 credits. Ashana was going to make sure she was around to make good on that offer. Once the mercenaries were out of earshot, which was quite quickly as they were all shouting madly, Ashana walked up to Gavin, almost casually. He saw her and gave her a curt nod, and an inquisitive look.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">Gavin, where's Cravix's ship docked?</span>She asked him. Gavin laughed.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">Ashana, always a pleasure. Warehouse 12, Kalga's district.</span>He told her, grinning. Ahana nodded her thanks to him.<br/><br/>With that she turned and started moving, setting a quick pace for the warehouse exit.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>