[indent]"You idiot."

Haze muttered to himself as he watched through his scope while their fearless leader charged straight into the fray, a flurry of biotic power and combat skills. He backed him up wherever he could; here, a batarian lining up a shot that was plugged by a bolt from his sniper rifle, and there, a vorcha that had just whacked Nik on the back of the head taken care of by his Mattock. His leader was a killing machine, no doubt about that; nearly all the drell he'd read about were. It was in their blood; being raised by the hanar, a race of space jellyfish with no combat capabilities, for violence did that. 

From his position up high, he could see everything and shoot everyone, so it came as no surprise that from out in the distance a flare rose, illuminating the area in a pale red light. What few mercenaries remained began to pull back and disappear, even as the fire from their motley crew withered. Eventually no one was left, save for corpses, blood, and one dying quarian. 

"I guess that's that. I'll move back to you guys now."

Hazan sighed as he packed up his kit. His Mantis folded up and went back onto his back rigging while his Mattock stayed in his hands. The building he was on top of, their landing zone, wasn't that high, so he made his way to roof access to head downstairs. As he did so, he caught the conversation between the dying quarian and their leader. He listened intently, at first. 

Then the quarian requested that Daro end his life. 

He knew how the doctor handled these types of situations: with a grim understanding and a sense of morbid despair. It wasn't pretty. To the others it would've been a simple matter, but Daro was new to this business; she hadn't been desensitised to it. A bad thing? Or a good thing? He didn't know. 

He made it into the alley and headed towards the market at a slow jog. Just in time to catch Daro drawing her pistol, kneeling down and ending the soldier's life. 

With a tap on his omnitool he opened a private comms channel to Daro. 

"Dar, I'm right behind you, alright? I'm here. You stick with me as we move on, alright?"

He closed the comms channel before she could respond and ambled up to the rest of the team. A cursory look at the quarian's corpse revealed nothing special, save for the two holes in his torso; one from the enemy sniper, the other from Daro's pistol. He knelt next to the corpse, quietly appreciating what little help the soldier had offered before he expired. 

The feeling was all too familiar. 

He sighed. Quietly he muttered under his breath. 

"Spirits...bring him peace in the next."

With that he stood and rolled his shoulders, stretching a little to relieve his aches. 

"So, what now? Masf gave us directions before he kicked it, right?"[/indent]