Gilax woke with wide eyes, his mind losing no time in transition. When Darion pulled him from the vehicle, he shouted then quickly silenced himself. His head felt like it had been hit by a warship's main gun and he felt the crust of dried blood on his forehead.<br/><br/>The Salarian blinked and looked around as he was removed from the car at gun point. They were on solid ground, and were certainly outside of the environment dome, but where exactly was completely beyond him. The armor and dock working gear worn by the crowd suggested somewhere industrial but his head hurt so badly that he couldn't fit the pieces together.<br/><br/><span style="color: Purple">Well of course he was hit!</span>Ashana shouted as Rajarr moved back to the vehicle.<span style="color: Purple">What the hell were you doing being shot at?!</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Ashana!</span>Cantenelli shouted over his shoulder at her. She fell silent then glared.<br/><br/><span style="color: Purple">Will he be alright? Aren't Quarians allergic to air or something?</span>Ashana asked after a moment, her complete helplessness and ignorance to Quarian anatomy causing her hands to shake and her voice to speed up.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">His suit automatically injects countermeasures.But the infection is in the blood and he needs medical attention immediately. The ship's Doctor has special training to handle Quarians.</span>Cantenelli explained, trying to calm to Asari.<br/><br/>When Firas approached the Asari Security officer she paused her report. What he said next made her perform a double take and turn her head slightly, confounded by the Turian's order.<br/><br/><span style="color: RoyalBlue">Sir, I have to report. There has been an accident, now please take a seat and we will get the necessary medical assistance here.</span>She said in a forcibly calm voice, like a parent talking to an unknowing child.<br/><br/>Gilax, his senses slowly returning looked to see a Turian speaking with an Asari... a Security officer! The realization caused his black eyes to widen.<br/><br/><span style="color: Olive">Hey!</span>He shouted suddenly and waved at her.<span style="color: Olive">Help! These people kidnapped me!</span>He would rather be arrested and in jail on Illium than be in the hands of Shadow Broker assassins.<br/><br/>The officer looked up at him, her confusion furthered and pushing her to inaction until she saw the gun in Darion's hand and silhouette of weapons being pulled from the downed car by a Krogan. She hit a key on her omni-toll signaling the sudden change of emergency and in a flash pulled a pistol from her hip and pointed it at Firas. Her partner did so as well, both shouting,<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">Everyone Freeze! Weapons down on the ground! Now!</span><br/><br/>Cantenelli's reaction was immediate and fluid, an action that Ashana knew could only have been trained and well practiced. With a rapid turn and flash of his hand, the Human pulled a Carnifex pistol from his hip and pointed it at the nearest officers. He held the weapon squarely and open his feet, keeping the pistol set before him with his eyes down the sight.<br/><br/>Ashana quickly did the same, pulling her pistol and aiming. But even as she did, her eyes dodged to the Human. She recognized the way he stood, how he held both hands about the grip of the gun; he was holding it like a soldier did. On Omega, 4 years ago, an ex-Human soldier had caught Ashana's eye with a hefty number of credits that she assumed were from hired gun work. She had slept with the man and used him to show her to to properly aim and handle a gun, since mercenaries often improvised their techniques. He spent the majority of the time fondling her ass and breasts, but she had remembered how he stood, and it was how Cantenelli stood right now. The Human was a soldier.<br/><br/>The Asari, finding suddenly that the criminals had raised weapons in response began moving their sights, and breathing heavily. They kept shouting and backing up and the crowd retreated, many trying to flee.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">We cannot do that!</span>Cantenelli shouted at them, trying to keep his voice level and devoid of panicked emotion.<br/><br/><span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">I said put the guns do-</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">We cannot do that!</span>He shouted again, looking the strongest of the two, the one who had pulled her gun first, in the eye with an unrelenting stare.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">This man has been shot and is in need of specialized medical attention! Your hospitals cannot help him! I can!</span>Cantenelli I shouted at them.<span style="color: Blue">He will die otherwise!</span><br/><br/><span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">You have a hostage!</span>She shouted back, turning her gun quickly from Firas to Cantenelli then back.<br/><br/>Cantenelli looked over at the Salarian who had likely been silenced forcibly then quickly finding himself at a loss of position.<br/><br/><span style="color: Purple">The Salarian has known ties to criminal groups within Illium!</span>Ashana suddenly spoke up, her instinct to act and fabricate for survival finding itself suddenly aroused.<span style="color: Purple">We are bounty hunters here to take this man to legal restraining on -</span>Ashana found herself suddenly at a loss, not knowing the names of most systems in the "legal" parts of the Galaxy.<br/><br/>In the distance the glimmer of a white Kodiak shuttle became visible, speeding toward them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>