Adrian was knocked forward a few steps by Kaya's heavy handed blow to his back, but he kept a small smile and nodded back to her in greeting, "<span style="color: red">Almost was that way, considered not coming after I woke up with a bad hangover.</span>" He considered asking her if she had any idea what he had done the night before, as he was still puzzling over that thought in his head, but before he could ask her anything she had moved on to the other group.<br/><br/>The contract on the table was tempting but Adrian was unsure of the motive behind it. He had worked for both sides of this scuffle before and had a small amount of knowledge already, at least enough that he had no need to ask for more than the information that was freely given. However this job would not be a simple one, competition was bound to be tough and the target himself was bound to be well guarded, not to mention if the person who killed him was linked to the action it would be likely that they would get a price on his or her own head. Adrian had done jobs that ran that risk before though, and it didn't stop him now. The amount of competition he had was something new, and this was bound to be more complicated than most of his previous jobs, but the pay was double that of even his best paying job beforehand.<br/><br/>It seemed that his best plan of action now would be to make his way to go take out Cravix. He didn't particularly like the idea of joining a group just yet, not to mention the groups were already nearing, if not over, the five member limit in most cases. Which meant that if he joined one there would be sure to be some infighting and that is something he would prefer to avoid until the less capable members of the group had been taken out. He may very well end up having to kill them himself and that was also something that bothered him, he never liked killing friends or acquaintances and he would rather avoid killing Kaya himself if he could. It wouldn't be the first time he had to do so, and he still held the same stance on it now as he did then. It's just business and he believed that they were likely to do the same if they had been in his place, and if they were too weak to do it then they obviously did not deserve the reward.<br/><br/>He didn't dwell on these thoughts for long and only waited for the main group of mercenaries to leave before he pulled out a hair tie and tied his hair back into a pony tail and then slipped on his helmet, it was time for business. As he strode out of the warehouse into the chaos outside he immediately saw one major hurdle he would have to get past, all the other mercs would be aiming for the same prize and he would need to get his ass to Cravix before they did, otherwise this entire mess would be for nothing. Besides that he needed to find an entrance that they wouldn't know of, otherwise he'd be caught in amongst the crowd of worthless mercs that didn't know jack shit and would probably just get him killed.<br/><br/>First he wove his way through the crowd, ignoring questions about the specifics of the contract for those that had seen him go in the warehouse and come back out and even elbowing a particularly nosy and young looking Human right in the face, splattering his face with blood as his nose cracked.<i><span style="color: red">Deserved it, shouldn't have kept following me. Fucking dumbass.</span></i>He thought to himself as he continued weaving through the crowd, his thoughts angry and more than a bit annoyed at himself for getting into a job that has this many risks. Once he made it to the far side of the crowd, going in a different direction than the main group of mercs, he walked over to what appeared to be little more than a poorly made sheet metal wall. Adrian knew better than that and reached for a small handhold on the wall and pulled hard, after a few grunts the wall gave way and slid to one side with a loud screech and a slam. A few people in the crowd near him looked over and gave him strange looks before turning back to the warehouse itself.<br/><br/>Adrian had made use of the maintenance tunnels for hits before, it was a way that few people in Omega knew about and even most that knew about them were hesitant to use them. They were full of all sorts of unsavory things and there were large stretches that had been completely decompressed and would be a deathtrap without proper gear, and were still dangerous even when you did have proper gear. At least he was fairly certain he wouldn't have to worry about many others taking the same route. He opened up a storage compartment on his suit and withdrew a breather for his helmet and snapped it into place, the pressure seals engaging audibly as he did so and fine white jets of pressurized air shot out from each corner of the corners of the breather for a brief moment.<br/><br/><span style="color: red"><i>Almost can't believe I'm doing this, always hated merc jobs. But hard to pass up a job that has that much money. I guess I <b>could</b> look for others and I probably would make up the difference eventually, but I don't know. I think I can handle myself well enough to outpace the competition.</i></span>Adrian thought to himself as he stepped into the maintenance tunnel and took one more look back at the warehouse before shutting the entrance to the tunnel and then heading in the direction of Warehouse 12 at a quick pace.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>