The crowd was large and various aliens had gathered together. The offer had been made. Chaos had ensued. Xen'Dira eyed the quick group making from a distance. Like small insignificant bugs that were trying to save themselves from an oncoming flood. Leaders were elected, alliances were forged. But did they truly know what they were getting into? Were they aware of their allies and their past deeds? How many could be trusted? How many would die before the deed was done? And one million credits was a lot of money... Possibly even too much.<br/><br/>A batarian walked up to her. Watching her, inspecting her. While the others seemed to go for the obvious choice in front of them... the open door... the batarian searched for other exits. He looked beyond that what seemed to be there. Intelligence. Batarians. Not the most trusted of races in the world. But, then again, this was Omega. A place where you had to take what you could to survive. Or to kill one man. A man whose name had not been mentioned. Would it be the obvious choice? Or would it be something beyond what was right in front of them?<br/><br/>Time would tell. She would have a lot of investigation to do, and not a lot of time to do it in. There were other engineers, other people that advertised their skills. Yet Xen'Dira was the only one that was already searching through files in her omni-tool, the only one already getting as much information on the people they were targeting. Hmm. A complicated hack. Secured. Not something she could get past in an instant. She'd need something more than that. Just a little wedge to open the door.<br/><br/>Then the batarian was standing in front of her, making his proposition. Her eyes kept staring at the activity of the other mercs in front of her.<span style="color: purple">"Details,"</span>she said as quietly as possible.<span style="color: purple">"Details cannot wait. Details are the key to twisting the intricate lock that is required to open to reach our target. Tell me, batarian. Do you even know who our target is?"</span>She looked towards Gavin, the turian offering them a million credits. There was more to this than he was telling them... and Xen was going to find out...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>