A good amount of time had been wasted on looking for that oh so fabled warehouse he was supposed to go to, but having searched for nearly a hour has made Akoraan moody and restless. If there was one thing this krogan hated it was wasting time on matters like this.<br/>With his eyes slightly narrowed and his entire behavior of his walk coming of as a restless brute he finally snapped and grabbed the first person that walked by.<br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“You!”</span>he barked at his victim which seemed to be a startled batarian but had already put up a scowled look right after.<span style="color: DarkOrange">“What the fuck?”</span>he snapped back and with him two more stepped forward hands near their guns.<br/><br/>Akor glanced at the two quickly whilst increasing his grip to a almost painful force, the Batarian grunting lightly in discomfort.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“No need for that.. Just got a question for this one, where is Gavin's warehouse?” </span><br/>For a moment a look of surprise was visible on all three of their faces, the one in his hold unable to let go of a chuckle right after.<span style="color: DarkOrange">“A lost Krogan, now that made my da—NGGG” </span>he choked lightly in his breath as the krogan tightened his grip even further.<br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Where. Is. It.” </span><br/><br/>Time seemed to go at a snail pace and whilst Akoraan waited for the response his mind was already working on how to dispose of all three of them as quickly as possible with limited self danger. A head but is enough to smack the one he held into a knockout and if lucky, right into a coma. Before the two would have a hold of their guns he could swing to the right slamming his shoulder into the chest. The last one would be tricky, he could fire once or twice before it would take a full shell from his shotgun. Yet the risk would be worth it as confusion could still reign.<br/>Yet he would never find out as the Batarian suddenly replies in honest, explaining the route and what to look out for.<br/><br/>The krogan snorted once.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Thank you.”</span>He said as politely as a krogan could, pushing him into his buddies with a harsh thrust forward,  making all three stumble and end up in a nice body pile.<br/>A second snort rumbled out of Akor, this one seemingly out of amusement as he walked past the trio.<br/>Now with the correct instructions and some of his tension relieved in mere bullying it only took him a short while before he picked up the crowd. With the elegance of a krogan he brushed aside the crowd with merely his bulk. Quick to learn the crowd quickly dispersed in front of him which created a smirk upon his lips.<br/>His senses sharp and alert he quickly noticed how some were pointing at him and whispering, the words “blood pack” picked up here and there. It seemed the news of his departure was not known yet or merely wasn't important enough to be told in the first place. He did not mind however as for now it actually was useful to have that reputation for once, the crowd now breaking apart to give him a almost clear road directly to the warehouse.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Gavin.” </span><br/><br/>The human gazed at him at the mention of the name and quirked a brow at noticing the paint pattern upon the plate armor.<span style="color: Red">“Blood pack huh?” </span><br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Ex-blood pack.”</span><br/><span style="color: Red"><br/>
“Ah.”</span>was all he said, pointing to the door with a nod.<br/><br/>Without a word he walked past inside. Glancing about as he kept on pacing forward, Akor quickly noted how one could move from cover to cover without the risk of getting crushed by crates or to set of something explosive, you never could be too sure.<br/>He kept doing this until he heard idle chatter which made him gaze over company before him. Some guards were discussing things over, yet it was the number of different species that made him chuckle lightly. Desperate much.<br/><br/>He stretched his shoulder muscles whilst it cracked under the sudden tension, now the hardest part had started.<br/><br/>Waiting.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>