<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>Snake eyes<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jarv | Unito<br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>“Tomorrow,” Aria was back to staring ahead, leaving the batarian and the drell in her periphery. With both arms stretched out across the back of the couch, she lifted a single hand with a casual flick to gesture and animate her words. “Both of you will return here in the evening. You’ll be escorted to where you need to go in order to get this job done. When it’s completed and meets the approval of your escort, you’ll return back here and be on your way.”<br/><br/>Assuming they meet the approval, of course. Aria<em>was</em>Omega, and it didn’t have to be said that should they succeed or fail in this task, Aria would know long before they stepped foot into the club again.<br/><br/>And that was it. That was all of the preparation they would be given. The pair were free to mingle -below- as much as they’d like. They received their assignment and Aria shared all of the information she was willing to part with at that point. Giving them the full rundown just wasn’t her style. Information was valuable, and she liked to keep that kind of currency tucked safely away where no one else could get their hands on it until it suited her needs.<br/><br/>Aria lifted her hand from the couch once again, flicking towards the both of them. Dismissal. “Go. My men will let you know when to meet here.”<br/><br/>And with an adjustment on her favorite spot on the couch, that was the end of the conversation.<br/>