Chaos, that was what this was, pure uncontrolled chaos.<b>Kyl</b>l didn't like any of this, the chances that secondaries would get hit were too high. While he was certain that these weren't exactly the prime examples of innocents - innocence here seemed as rare as decent law enforcement - , they still had nothing to do with any of this. It would be nice if they could just find this Cravix guy, alone and break his neck. A simple, clean kill. Or a sniper round to the head, that would also be nice, Kyll thought as he watched his new Quarian ally take to higher grounds. Though that did make him wonder, if<b>Assad</b>got the kill, would they still get paid? Which evoked another thought, how would anyone even know who took the kill? What stopped him from just sitting here and waiting for someone else to do the dirty deed and then rake up the reward? Chances were, that even after Cravix was dead, the killing wouldn't stop. it would be the perfect cover up for Gavin.<br/><br/>Kyll moved away from his group as well "If we split up, we got more ground we can cover. Keep in touch if you spot him." As he merged with the crowds, he felt eyes beset upon him, merchants and customers alike kept a close eye on him as he held his hand close to his pistol. And so did most of Omega apparently. The place was truly a blackmarket heaven, he had worked a few legit jobs and knew a thing or two about what was allowed to be sold privately or not. And most of this... well, it would've given C-Sec a raging hard-on.<br/><br/>He'd been on the other side, checking out a Turian who he had thought matched the description of Cravix, - damn Turians, they all looked alike - when the chaos broke out. A loud shot was heard that no doubt had come from Assad's sniper rifle, quickly followed by more gunfire. Shit, they'd found him. It was a race now.<br/><br/>Pushing aside the fleeing civilians, he heard Assad's voice through his radio. It had indeed been him who shot and missed, starting this chaos. Kyll was about to respond, when he saw him. There he was, running and firing behind him. He hadn't even seen Kyll. With almost superhuman speed the Drell pulled out his Phalanx and lined up his shot, front sight with rear sight, a pleasant looking blue dot painted on the Turian's neck. This was it, the money shot. Time itself seemed to slow down as he noticed how slowly he was pulling the trigger, when out of the blue one of the rookie mercs crashed into his side, causing his pistol to sway to the side and fire a large glowing slug into the wall. The merc shouted and aligned his rifle, clearly not accustomed to it as even after the first shot the recoil caused him to shoot more at the ceiling than his target. by the time he lowered his rifle, Cravix was gone. The merc cursed, blaming his rifle for his own incompetence, never even noticing the Drell slip up behind him. Suddenly his limp body was thrown violently through the air, crashing into a stall and remaining eerily still.<br/><br/>Kyll pulled his hand back, the soft glow of purple biotic smoke still coming off of his arm as he reached for his own mic. "<b>Assad</b>, Kyll here, I'm at the right side and I just spotted the target, but lost him. Do you have a visual?" Fucking greenhorns, he thought to himself as he once more looked at the now clearly lifeless body of the merc. His face betrayed that he had been barely old enough to drink, let alone go on a hunt like this. "<b>Ashana</b>,<b>Ts'Oari</b>, do you have anything?" he asked as he started to make his way to where he last saw Cravix, figuring that right now the best course of action would simply be to follow the sound of gunfire and hope that he could land the finishing blow.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>