He twitched. The moment he heard the sum offered for one single head was the moment all survival instincts in his body screamed it was a trap. He just wanted to laugh at all of them for falling for it and leave in sheer disgust, yet he did not.<br/>These were not normal circumstances, the blood pack had made sure that there were no big gigs for him anymore and the smaller ones were a waste of effort, he'd dare to think he actually would lose credits on those.<br/>Instead he glanced about quickly sizing up the competition. Asari, nothing odd there besides the fact one more looked ready to get shot at then losing a shot herself. Quarians, one suit puncture and its dead weight. Drell or at least something that looked like one, overall not a bad folk from the rumors he heard about them. But rumors are just that, rumors.<br/>Then there were humans, weak in body and they keep thinking they are more then they are in this kind of circuit ending up dead sooner then later and even then, they only lasted a century. Of all the races not his own he'd most feel comfortable with teaming up with the Batarian, at least they knew how to fight and when to back of.<br/><br/>Yet his fellow krogan should have had the same response. Were it not that one looked ripe for the loony cell with lack of decent armor or equipment, he pondered the thought of drug abuse. Yet the cloud of thoughts was quickly pierced at noticing the second one.<br/><br/>A female?<br/><br/>His nostrils flared up for a moment.<br/><br/>A female.<br/><br/>Unable to keep it in any longer a burst of harsh laughter boomed out within the warehouse, drawing some attention in the progress.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Gavin! No offense as you clearly managed to get this far without getting shot at once or twice, but what the hell your hoping for? Another merc smoke screen for you to dabble in?”</span>Another burst of laughter close to a mocking one.<br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Ah well. Cant be helped can it? If anyone of you in here has a clue and does not want to end up with a shaky asari or worse, a female of my kind that thinks it can fight, then let us work together and we might actually not die in the first encounter involving more then waving our cod pieces around!” </span><br/><br/>He ended with a grunt, glancing at each and everyone of them, save for the female krogan. He tensed up whilst doing so, for if the reactions were bad ones and his presumption about Gavin wrong, he'd had to bolt out. Or perhaps he would be lucky and some of them would actually get a clue and team up with him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>