<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E3xNoOi.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Aria T’Loak<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Asari<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Omega<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 22nd 2174, Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong>Omega, Afterlife, The Couch<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Side-eye<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jarv<br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>What Aria wanted to see was Jarv’s willingness to complete the job, and any levels of desperation he might have felt toward it. If the batarian was too eager she would have been suspicious of ulterior motives; you couldn’t be too careful about who wanted to get ‘in’. But, if Jarv was completely lackluster outright refused…<br/><br/>Her smirk increased, and finally she looked away from the dancers to where Jarv lounged.<br/><br/>Jarv didn’t have the ‘crazy religious zealot’ look about him. His eyes didn’t shine with reverent madness, and while his exasperation and annoyance were noted, he was wise enough to watch his tongue. “I require a contained explosion; quick, clean and discreet.” Well, as discreet as any explosion could be, that is. “A couple of my men will lead you through one of my tunnels to the junction I have in mind. You’re to collapse the Northern route without jeopardizing the integrity of the supportive foundations. I want the mouth of this tunnel<em>closed</em>, do you understand?”<br/><br/>With a jerk of her chin, Aria indicated Jarv which caused one of the turians to step forward with a datapad. On it was a partial blueprint of the very tunnels she meant. Nothing that would allow even a partial map to be created from -Jarv wasn’t privileged enough to have that information- but it would be enough for the Batarian to work off of and study the site before the visit.<br/><br/>"Any questions?"