Mark was starting to feel uncomfortable with all the mad dogging that was going on. Not in the low-self-esteem-uncertain-of-one's-self way. More like the paranoid time-to-put-a-hole-in-this-guy's-head-just-in-case kind of way. And the shots he'd taken from his flask weren't helping. He got the feeling from the female quarian first. It was something about how her head tilted ever so slightly in his direction. And now it was the damn turian. At least he didn't bother with subtlety.

The time was fast approaching when Siame's goons would be showing up and the hacking squad was finally complete, so Mark opened his mouth to tell everybody the game plan. But just as he was about to speak Aran piped up. He lit up another cigarette as the turian explained his strategy, which was basically the same as what Mark had come up with, but with the addition of scrambling C-Pat's comms. Mark was annoyed to say the least and he snatched the device from the turian's palm with a growl, "Will do, mom," before sliding the object into an available pouch on his breast plate.

He knew the plan was sound, but he didn't appreciate taking orders from a turian. Gimped bastard acted like he'd earned command too. Despite his prejudice, the job would get done. While he didn't look it, Mark was too professional to let pride hinder a mission.

A few minutes later and they were on their way to the docking control center, Mark Jaerdi in the lead. They passed a couple employees on their way through the halls and got confused looks, but were otherwise uncontested. He pulled the rifle off his back as they approached the door to the control center and glanced back at Jaerdi and the others. "No killing. C-Pat's cooperation only lasts as long as Siame is a bigger pain in the ass then we are. Now stack up on either side of the door and keep your heads down." He took up position on the left corner while the salarian took the right and the techs stood against either wall. Mark let his rifle hang from his torso with a sling and pulled a flashbang from one of his many pouches. The sling was old fashioned, having fallen out of favor with the introduction of mag locks. And he'd had to modify it to work with the rifle, but it was still a hell of a lot faster than having to reach over his shoulder every time.

He looked up at Jaerdi and gave him a nod, "flash and secure them while they're disoriented. Would you do the honors?" Mark said as he jerked his head toward the door controls. When the doors slid open Mark yelled "FLASH OUT," and tossed the grenade into the room. It clattered innocently across the floor before exploding in a flash of light and sound that even effected the Mark and company a bit. The room's occupants screamed in agony as their senses were assaulted and covered their eyes or ears in a vain attempt to ward off the attack. Most fell to the ground in shock but some remained on their feet, barely, and stumbled around blind and deaf, reaching for anything that would help them keep their balance.

As soon as the grenade had expended it's payload, Mark rushed into the room rifle barrel first yelling "ON THE GROUND NOW" in case somebody had been lucky enough to avoid the brunt of the grenade's effects. None had however, so Mark pushed his rifle to hang behind his back and began kicking the standing occupants to the ground and cuffing them with zip ties that he'd stored in yet another pouch. He gestured vaguely to the rest of his victims and said "keep these guys covered till I get to them." He assumed Jaerdi would realize that he was speaking to him, seeing as he was the only other person in the room not moaning on the ground. Then, for the techs benefit he called out "room clear!"

The turian moved pretty quick for a cripple. He and the other techs skimmed through the room and down the next hall without so much as a howdy do. Instead, Aran called over comms to tell him to go install the device. "I know what I'm doing," Mark snapped back, "just try not to have a heart attack before you get the docks locked down." He disconnected and stalked back out the way he came, not bothering to see if his salarian cohort was coming along. "Do this, do that," he grumbled, "damn bird. Like this was my first OP or something."