Tellak turned to stone, his mind racing. He didn't dwell on the sum. Considerable as it was, there'd be plenty of time to work out how to spend it later. No, his mind was already focused entirely on formulating a plan. There's no way this would keep quiet, every punk on Omega was crammed into this warehouse, or outside it. Someone's probably messaging the Volus right now, and what would he do?<br/><br/>Barricade himself away? Was that why all these rookies were here, cannon fodder? Kalga wouldn't be able to hold out forever. Not with that price on his head. There'd be a bloodbath, and his guards would be ground down. If they didn't turn on him themselves. You don't get powerful on Omega being that stupid, there's no way he'd hole up. And if he does, it'd certainly be a fight Tellak could afford to join late.<br/><br/>What about going underground? No, he couldn't hide forever. A bounty like this couldn't just be waited out. One million credits isn't the kind of thing people forget in a hurry.<br/><br/>He'd run.<br/><br/>Tellak unfroze, and a smirk broke across his battered face. And just like that, the course of action became obvious.<br/><br/>First of all he'd need to get out of here. Fast. There was going to be mother of all crushes outside. He wouldn't be surprised if some hotshot kid got the idea to try and eliminate some competition on the way out. Things could get ugly, and he could very easily be trapped here when it did.<br/><br/>He considered his options, scanning the room. He fixated on a Quarian. Black and blue, female. He allowed himself to indulge briefly in another self satisfied smirk, congratulating himself on the decision to quietly observe the competition as he advanced. He'd seen her unorthodox entry. Few else did, and that was an excellent sign.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">“Quarian. I saw how you came in. Clever. I have a proposition. It starts with you getting me out the same way. Quickly.”</span><br/><br/><br/>This was a little open for his tastes, not to mention a risk. But he needed to act now. He doubted he was the only one who'd reached a decision, out the corner of his vision he already saw several heading quietly for the exit. Not to mention that Krogan mouthing off.<br/><br/>Besides, if this turned out to be a poor decision, he could take care of one Quarian.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">“I suggest we discuss details afterward.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>