His feet padded loudly against the ground, a parcel in his hand. He zipped through the crowds of the markets, weaving in and out of bodies, at one point stepping up upon some crates to gain access to a higher ledge, and continuing on. He was a blur, the stale air of one of Omega's poorer districts whipped around him making him pick up more speed so he could get out of there. A couple Vorcha tried to get in his way, likely thinking he was running from somebody and even more likely with the idea of mugging him for all he's worth. At his pace they were unable to react when he simply sidestepped the small group jumped up onto a crate, jumped off it and catching hold of an exposed pipe, and using it to swing over them before running off at his breakneck pace and leaving the three rather irritable at their supposed loss.<br/><br/>He looks down at the parcel in his hand though. Why not simply use electronic messaging? He already knew the answer but its was something he liked to dwell on, not only for the sense of importance it gave him but for the fact that is the only reason he even has this job. Electronic messages leave trails, no matter how well hidden. Paper and ink doesn't, it moves from one hand to another and is then burned, the only evidence being ashes. That alone was important and not only that, the runner will defend the message with his life, because if he fails in the delivery, especially with his clientele, he'd lose his life if he came up empty-handed.<br/><br/>Jorik had shot a couple people on some occasions, though he would never tell Xelrozi of it. They did deserve it though, if one knew about the communications of crime warlords and had the gall to try and stop a messenger, they were likely bad people themselves. The familiar weight of his shotgun rested against his lower back<br/><br/>Suddenly he saw something, a flood of color in an otherwise brown, grey and black Omega. His course shifted slightly to the left and as he passed by, his hand darted out and ripped the flyer off the pole. His gaze twitched between forward and down as he read the flyer. Another job, and a high paying one at that. No details, but all were invited. The first part of that was expected, but the second one wasn't and that alone elicited a growing sense of curiosity. If this job provided enough of the cheddar, maybe him and Xelrozi could book it off Omega and get back to their exploration.<br/><br/>Jorik suddenly stopped and turned around, half walking, half jogging back a couple of stores before ducking into one, knocking out the plywood over the window before vaulting inside. A Volus turned around in a chair.<br/><br/>"kshhhh...You're right on time...ksss...do you have my package?"<br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Yeah yeah, cut the small talk Mr. Shady and just fork over the chits.</span>"<br/>"ksss...straight to business, I like th-"<br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">The chits Shady.</span>"<br/>"Of course...kshhhh"<br/><br/>The Volus opened up a small case on the table next to him, revealing a neat stack of credit chits. Jorik held out the parcel and kept his left hand near his pistol while he inspected the chits, quickly counting them all before manifesting his omni-tool and transferring their funds over to Xelrozi's account. Jorik jerkily shook the Volus' hand and then left, jumping out of the window and taking off at a blinding pace toward the warehouse district.<br/><br/>Jorik's light blue omni-tool flashed to life as he quickly typed a message out for Xelrozi.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><i>New job. Goin 2 the warehouses, b back l8.</i></span><br/><br/>Jorik was astounded by the amount of people as he ran around the corner and was blocked by a sea of people, Batarians, Humans, Turians and all, brandishing their pistols as subtly as Thresher Maws. They formed queues that led into lines that led into waiting areas, that led into a calvacade that ended at the entrance of the warehouse where...wait...was that Ernie?<br/><br/>Jorik half jostled, have shouted his way through the crowd with shoulder thrusts and "Get the fuck outta my way"s effectively carving a path through the masses. Soon everybody was cursing with "Fuck you!"s and "Shut the fuck up!"s and in general quite a stir had been caused. A couple of fights broke out a couple of kids got their feathers ruffled, all in all things were dandy as Jorik made it up to the front.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">ERNIEEEEEE!!!!!!</span>", he shouted, pointing his index fingers at the guard and shaping his hands like a pair of pistols.<br/><br/>The human guard looked around and found his gaze before throwing up his hands, a smile quickly replacing the stern and bored expression he once had. He shoved the tablet over into the Turian's hands and made his way over to Jorik. They embraced hands and went through a small ritual handshake. Jorik talked fast, effectively staing that he was here for the money and what the hell the job actually was. Ernie only shrugged before jollily waving him through.<br/><br/>Jorik's smile faded as he got in just in time for Gavin to outline his proposal, he wanted Ren Kalga dead, and for that he was willing to pay 5 people for 1 million credits. This halted him, he was at a loss. There was no way he was going at this alone but who in the world could he trust not to stab him in the back here? His eyes darted around. He needed someone to help now. There would be no other opportunity to find an ally once the warehouse was cleared and without an ally, or better yet a group, he might as well run home.<br/><br/>His eyes caught on to a group of females an asari, a human, and most surprisingly a krogan. What she was doing outside of Tuchankaa was a mystery in itself but a krogan was a krogan and if she was handy with that shotgun of hers, she'd be a very valuable asset. The Human was small but for some reason he had a hunch that she would prove useful and the asari was easy on the eyes, as they were wont to. She didn't seem like a merc though, he body was too unmarked, and her body language even more so. What was she doing in a place like this? His inner gallant knight screamed at him to go and protect her but he mind easily squelched the urge. He needed to be objective here, make a quick decision but think it through. He found himself in front of the trio before he realized his feet were on the move.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">If you need another gun, I'm willing to take an eighth of the pie instead of a quarter. And on top of that you'll have the fastest pair of legs on Omega. Whattaya say?</span>", Jorik frantically said as he showed the krogan his shotgun, polished, in prime working order. He deftly swung it around his hands before attaching it back to his armor.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>