<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Salarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Infiltration Expert, STG<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 20th, 2174 CE | Late<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Mission attire, sans helmet.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai | Brig<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Interrogation.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Ipako, Pix, Ashton | OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Ipako's words briefly caught the Salarian, but he did his best not to show it. It was a crease of the brow mostly, a sort of 'Oh really?' look that was mixed between curiosity and cautious optimism. Sometimes it was just about making them open up. Breaking through that veil of silence was always the hardest part of an interview with hardened criminals who thought they had all the answers.<br/><br/>“Was worried you lost your tongue. Time is running out though Ipako. Tick-tock.” He reached over, patting Ipako's head again as he turned back to facing the Krogan. Antagonising the Batarian and making him sweat out his survival instincts would be the best course of action, he thought. “Am Curious, why you and your training mission just<em>happened</em>to be on planet with several Fungal traces matching recent terrorist attack on Citadel.” He let the words sit for a moment, trying to read of Pix or, in particular, Ipako reacted. It was his first mention of the attack on the Citadel, and it would either serve as a bombshell of severity, or a confirmation of something they knew. Both reactions, he could work with. “Currently death-count is high. Several Humans infected with fungal sickness, as well as several high-ranking Salarian politicians. Attack on Council Race very bold. Currently having to assume attack was targetted at Salarian species, tell Citadel that Blood Pack is currently main suspect behind attack.” He was...creative with his retelling. Lies were laced in with the truth, in a hope of either getting a rise out of the individuals for their supposed involvement, or an A-ha moment where the Batarian bragged. There was a slight amount of risk, calculated as it was, but as Humans liked to say; Omlettes need Broken Eggs.<br/><br/>“Unless you can tell me some reason not to report current findings.” He said, still impassive in tone, even as he leaned in close and pushed the Omniblade slightly closer to the Batarian's spine, a cruel reminder of the danger, just so that Jackiro could intone into the Terrorist's ear. “Two minutes, by the way.”