[center][h2][color=92278f]Sicaria Velinian[/color][/h2][/center]
[color=maroon]"You're sure you wanna go back into all this?  We just finished beating the Reaper's asses."[/color]

[color=92278f]"I know, but you know me.  I can't stop for long, that's why I ran with the Suns for a little while."[/color]

[color=maroon]"Yeah, and you almost got killed."[/color]

[color=92278f]"Remember that time you almost had your stomach torn out by a Banshee?  I didn't let go of you that entire night.  Point is, we've both cheated death more times than we can count, luck's on our side.  I promise this won't be what kills me."[/color]

[color=maroon]"Fine... just be careful, okay?  I don't wanna see you in a casket tomorrow.  My limit's an ICU."[/color]  Vetia, a turian with little facial tattoos besides a red streak across her eyes, sighed in defeat as her partner did one final check over her weapons.  Sure, this was the woman she loved, but sometimes she was a nut to say the least.  She couldn't blame her, though, there was a certain rush to fighting for a just cause.  But since she herself hadn't been on the mailing list, she had been left in the dark as to what was happening.  Her companion, as you could expect, wasn't helping.  [color=maroon]"Can you at least tell me what you're doing here?"[/color]

The other turian in the car, another woman by the name of Sicaria with complicated violet markings across her face, gave the other member a shake of her head.  [color=92278f]"I would if I knew myself, babe.  For all I know I'm walking into an ambush, but I doubt it'll happen."[/color]  With a shrug, she loaded a fresh thermal clip into her Phaeston and set to work getting ready to leave.  [color=92278f]"If anything goes wrong, I'll call, okay?"[/color]  She looked up for some level of assurance from her lover.

Vetia couldn't avoid replying in a monotonous tone, decided to have a little fun with the situation.  [color=maroon]"I'll be here, don't worry."[/color]  Unfortunately, she broke her character here and let through an obvious smirk, then leaned over and gave Sicaria a parting kiss.  [color=maroon]"Don't do anything too stupid, okay?  I don't wanna have to cook every meal for a month."[/color]  She chuckled lightly at that statement before dropping back into her seat, crossing her legs and tucking her hands behind her head.

After embracing that brief kiss, Sicaria felt a little better about her recent choice to hop into the action once again, and set her hand on the door handle.  [color=92278f]"Well, here we go again.  If all goes well, I'll see you in the morning, okay?"[/color]

[color=maroon]"I'd better see you then, along with that sexy ass of yours."[/color]  She gave a wink and blew a kiss to Sicaria as she got out of the vehicle, who waved goodbye as she passed in front of it and out of the alley.

Her mission now underway, the purple-faced Turian advanced towards the entrance to the London Underground, Phaeston held across her chest in a relaxed position like she was on patrol.  She wasn't too worried about anyone showing up now, her and Vetia had been staked out in that alley long enough to have seen a man in a black body suit blast the lock off the gate awhile ago.  If someone was gonna start something, they would've done it when he initially got in there, not when an entire company had arrived.  Brushing what could've been aside, the Turian raised her weapon as she approached the gate and nudged it open with her left hand, keeping the right one on the trigger should something happen.  Now she descended the steps, thoughts running through her head about how old the infrastructure must be and how solid it must've been to last this long.

She rounded the last corner on the staircase to see a group of various aliens talking with one another, the signs of a recent firefight all around them.  This must've been the crew this contact would be getting together, there was no other explanation for it.  Lowering her gun, Sicaria decided to make her presence known to the others.  [color=92278f]"...The fuck did I miss?"[/color]  From here, she casually walked up with rifle held loosely at her side and an air of confidence around her.