[b]πŸ‡ͺπŸ‡¦πŸ‡·πŸ‡ΉπŸ‡­ πŸ‡ΈπŸ‡΄πŸ‡±πŸ‡¦πŸ‡· πŸ‡ΈπŸ‡ΎπŸ‡ΈπŸ‡ΉπŸ‡ͺπŸ‡²[/b] The sidewalks of Baker Street in London were full of people of all races and species, getting to their destination. A lone quarian turned the corner of Baker and Marylebone and kept on walking passing several homeless people. Baker Street was full of people that wanted to check out the Sherlock Holmes Museum. Rol'Naaris went to the grand re-opening of the museum a couple of days ago and loved it. The tan-colored armor made him stood out of place, not to mention the right shoulder pad being taller than the left one. Strangers took a quick glance at Rol'Naaris during his time at the museum. Normally, people would question why a quarian is outside of their fleet; since the Battle of Earth, however, people just smiled or mind their own business. It felt good to not get looks of confused and disgusted for once. Rol'Naaris was not planning to stop by the museum today instead he was looking for some shuttle port station. He walked forward and used his omni-tool for directions towards the place. London was a new place that Rol'Naaris visited during his time at Earth since the battle. He was too busy rebuilding at Alexanderia and traveling all over to go to London. In fact, he had no plans on stopping there at the moment until the Spectre agents decided to set the meeting location there. The city was still healing for the Reapers and several skyscrapers were still under construction. He had dreamed of going to Earth during his youth. He just wished that they were under different circumstances. The shuttle port was still under construction as tools and hardhats were on a table near the stairs to the old underground station. Rol'Naaris looked at the darkness and heard some noises. He decided to stay above ground and looked for anyone else that were apart of the meeting. Plus, he knew that there might be a shit ton of rodents. And he despised them since they were carrying diseases that could easily kill someone in the matter of days. It only lasted a few minutes until he heard more noises. He got off of the table and walked towards the stairs. While going downstairs, he pulled out his shotgun and carefully carried it. He wanted extra protection if things went south or it turned out to be a trap. Of course, it was not a trap but he wanted to plan ahead. Just in case... It was until Rol'Naaris got half way down before he heard something happening below. For his safety, he decided to stay at the winder rather than get caught in the middle. And he could serve as the guard and stop normal citizens from entering the underground. He leaned against the ceramic tile wall and played around with his omni-tool while his shotgun was placed near him. As soon as everyone got into place, he would go down and meet the others. For now, this was the perfect spot to be and it was near the entrance.