"So two humans, an Asari, Krogan, Quarian and a Turian? Sounds more like a bachelor party than a meeting of mercenaries."

"How many bachelor parties have you been to where the people are carrying shotguns?"

"Sounds like a fun party, but, this should be a piece of cake. We get in there and confirm that they're all sitting in there like fish waiting to be caught then we call in some backup and mop the floor with them."

"Try not to look like we're looking for them. If they figure it out and run away then we can't do crap. Plus, our heads will be on spikes." 

"What about other casualties?"

"They're on Omega, if we don't get them, someone else will."

With that the two humans exited the alley beside Hergon's. Both were clad in casual clothing, nothing that would distinguish them as thugs. But each of them had pistols tucked in their belts as well as radio links in their omni tools that were to be hit as soon as it was confirmed that their targets were all gathered in the bar.

Both of the men entered the establishment, one after another. They took a seat at a booth far from Sienn and Roman, right near the entrance where they each could have a nice view of the place. A waitress approached them as the two acted like they weren't in the place for morally incorrect reasons.
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Roman glanced at the Asari, his attention on her as soon as she had left the bar and moved towards him. She spoke to him, asking to sit at his booth. She fit the description he had been given of the other mercenaries, from his scouting of the bar he counted that all of them were here, she was the first to make a move though. He moved his foot off the seat, then took a long drink before he spoke. 

"Odd way of breaking the ice, but I can't fault you. Not easy to approach someone visibly showing a shotgun on themselves." He said, setting the glass down as he looked at Sienn. His expression one lacking any real emotion, like it was many other times. But he was curious of the current situation.