>Shadow Broker File: 
 >Recording, Yestins office. Grabbed of a compromised security server by one of sources on the Yestin File. 
  >Relavance: Yestin / Drono conflict. 
   >Possible Outcome: Mayor shift in illegal biotic research from loss of Yestin, Possiblity to install a Project leader in his place. 

"Alive?!" The salarian stared at the still picture of a bluefaced, grinning Drell. It had come to them by means of a old ‘friend’. And Yestin had been pacing back and forth in his office ever since. This had not gone unoticed by the stoic Krogan that stood on the other side of his desk patiently. Brosk had worked for crazies before.

"Afraid so boss." The krogan said, unmoving as he weathered a storm of angry salarian saliva.

"This is to dangerous. That little shit won’t let it lie either.  I mean, for fuck sake. He drag himself to some shitty clinic and survive on pure fucking spite? We should weaponize that son of a bitch.”

“Why didn’t you make sure he was dead. Like a bullet to the head?” Brosk said, approaching the situation with his trademark krogan logic.

“Becouse…” The Salarian sighed. “Because he asked me not to. Besides, I wanted the little shit to suffer. ” Yestin all but growled. 

“I never understood that part Boss. I thought you two were close as thieves” Brosk once more questioned. Prodding at the issue with the rhetorical equivalent of a sledgehammer.

“Thick as Thieves. ANd yes, we were at first. But Drono became increasingly brazen and annoying. We were constantly put at risk because his need to be flashy or simply due to his overall insanity. All of that would have been fine, but he had to go and think himself morally obliged to stop me from doing my job.”

“Hm? I am not sure I follow boss?” Brosk inquired, a look of confusion on his face.

“It is Drono thing. I’ve seen the drell crash a shuttle into a hangar door, spacing a odd 15 people without blinking. Because they were all Eclipse merc, he wouldn’t even give them a second thought. He would laugh and crack wise doing it to, like some kind of psychopath.” The salarian rolled his shoulders tiredly. “But I as much threaten some two rookie c-sec officer with torture he would lose his shit. Get all up in my face about how we didn’t do that. Not to ‘civvies’ or ‘good guys’.” 

“Perhaps he really didn’t like torture.” Brosk muttered. He didn’t like torture either.

“Who does. No, he clung onto some twisted morals as if it made him any less of a criminal. Then again, I guess it’s what kept him from going full on terrorist. The damn Drell has an anarchist streak a mile long.” Yestin dismissed the Krogans statement with a wave of his hand before turning to look out his window. Below her the rocky surface of some Libera IV stretched out, dotted with little salarian manned workshops and labratories. His handy work, his lifes ambition.He was legit. Only one thing remained it seemed.

“And I guess you, as a natural born Authoritarian, hated that.” His ever astute krogan bodyguard commented dryly, bringing him out of his reverie.

“ When did you pick up a book on politics of all things? Go fetch my dossier on available external assets. If Drono is running around. I want eyes on him so I know when I should kill him.” Yestin scowled.

“Roger that Boss.” The krogan made the univeral sight of “Loco” as he left.

“Drono..” Yestin crushed the glass in his hand as he stared out into space.