[h3][color=red][i]Local cluster; Sol; Earth; London: Year 2187- Time: 17:00 GMT[/i][/color][/h3]

Earth, this place had been Gilvert's new home for the past year now, the home-world of Humanity and the last stand against the reapers, a battle he would never forget as long as he lived; literally. 
At the moment he was just sitting in a London based apartment block that he and the remainder of the Merc crew he had been apart of for over 20 years stayed. 
There was Virtak, their indomitable leader, and without a shadow of a doubt Gilvert's best friend and closest ally, a beast of a Krogan who is getting on in his years, clocking almost 1,000 years of life, next was the beautiful, and equally fearsome ex-commando Asari, Deiynia.
As well as himself.
However they'd just recently restocked their ranks a bit with some new recruits, a Turian havoc soldier- Polvious and a former N7 human Mia Harding, whom was an exceptionally skilled technician. 
On this particular day all of them were doing their own thing, some resting, others watching vids on the extra net, and Gilvert himself was reading, it helped calm him sometimes.
It was today however, that he knew he must leave and check on a very conspicuous set of co-ordinates he received, he was mulling several things over at the minute, thinking on if he should go, that was until he was quickly brought out of his thoughts by Virtak who called him and tossed him a bottle; freezing cold.
"Here, stop thinking too hard before your pop a blood vessel, its that human alcohol that's weak as piss that you like, their N7 newbie chimed to say its's name "Beer".
"Yeah, that crap - whats got you so tense Giles?" 

Of course, he almost forgot, some here knew him better than he knew himself, they would easily detect if something was off, since that normally meant that an impending episode was on its way and they liked to have express warning.   
Gilvert spoke, in his hoarse voice that was akin to his kind. "I received an encrypted transmission a few days ago, it contained co-ordinates, a place and a time. That time is in an hour, I'm wondering if I should go, see who sent this."
That cuased the rest of them to stir a bit and pay attention to what was going on, Mia once again spoke up "Encrypted? Must be from someone important..."
"or powerful." Pol said cutting her off; which drew a glare from her.
"or both, seem's like you should go there - it has to be on Earth right?"

Giles replied with a nod before Deiynia stated what they all thought.
"Well get going then, we've got your back if anything bad happens you know that - we look out for our own."
That was pretty much the end of it, whilst all were trying to think whom would possibly send what was sent, and why, Gilvert set himself up with his weaponry and explosives, as well as taking some medication before he left.
It wasn't far, this place called Baker street was only a 10 minute walk away, the co-ordinates was in the cities old and abandoned subway system, specifically baker street station - it was off-limits to the public but that wouldn't stop Gilvert - when he finally reached his destination it turned out he was 10 minutes early, which was good.

He was moments away from activating his cloak before a small rumble and a little cascade of dust fired from the stairs leading downwards - it sounded like and explosion, what on Earth awaited him down there?
Shrugging he activated his cloak and walked down the old steps, keeping his ears pricked for any further noise... not that he needn't bother, he had only been descending for a few seconds before he heard the mumbled clamour of several different voices, all speaking at once, some raised, some naturally deep and resonant, echoing off these old and unused paths of a bygone era.
It piqued his curiosity, as it meant that there were at least 5 other people down here as well as him, was it possible that others received this information?

Giles was now very close tot eh meeting point, voices extremely easy to hear now - the noise down there was loud, it beat off the walls and hollow spaces of the subway - Gilvert wasn't about to head down there blind.
He pulled a mine template out and primed a Recon mine, he placed it on an adjacent wall facing the platform where the meeting was, it highlighted a lot of lifeforms, one was even synthetic.
Giles creased his face a bit making what was an equivalent of a frown, what could possibly be so important as to summon this many people- loud and uncultured as they sounded - removing the mine, de-priming it and replacing it back in it's satchel he peered around the corner to see what awaited him.
Quite the mess, was the first thought that came to mind: Krogans, Geth, Asari, Turians, something in a exo-suit, Quarians and a human...
It appeared the two at the front of them all where the actual senders of the massage, and there stood a line of different people standing in front of them, clearly they offered a job that was of some great import - he wasn't sure what it was, but either way he would take it.

As he looked on, the air warmed slightly behind him, still cloaked he turned his head to discover a female Turian who had obliviously walked right past him, she only asked what the fuck was going on; a reasonable question.
It looked as if they were recruiting the galaxies most armed and armoured clowns with the way the acted; thankfully though the Geth had answered and filled him in on what was going on - inadvertently though.

Gilvert had made his decision, he creeped forward accidentally pushing past the Turian woman causing his cloak to flicker and spark slightly before he turned it off, with a fizzle a Drell stood with the rest of those whom had agreed to the job.

"It appears I'm on time, but everyone else arrived early, and... redecorated whilst they were at it... I am Gilvert Somner, or Giles, whichever you prefer, a master at the art of destruction and explosives expert, and I'm sure - since you're spectres, you know of my other side... the artist..."
Gilvert had begrudgingly accepted that he was mentally unwell, he was split between two personas, the Mercenary and the artist, he battled with himself daily on working out which one was truly him, which side of his mind was the one that belonged to him, only time would tell.
"Krogan, mechs, vehicles, gunships; they undress themselves before my rifle - and exposed in their naked hides I can easily dispatch them with only a single shot, and if you want a city to go missing I can do that too, with enough explosives - consider me on board for your mission, whatever it is."