"Sienn, what if I were to tell you that the credits you would receive from working with me would set you for this life and your next? That I could help you become a Spectre?" The mysterious figure said, his holographic head turned to the Asari as she moved away from the scene. 

"Or you, Jek, what if I could say that I could get you [i]back[/i] into STG? I hold connections across the galaxy, as well as a massive amount of credits that I am willing to pay you all for your assistance." He added, this time looking right at the Salarian.

"Just who are you exactly?" Roman grunted, leering at the holographic man. His weapon still drawn, he too was extremely suspicious of their employer, but was albeit interested in the credit talk. He just wondered if the man (or woman) could back up the talk.

"It is not important, Mr. Thornton, I am but your employer, you may refer to me as Zion, in due ti-"

"You bastard, you played me and my friends like we were pawns!" The injured thug at the mercenaries' feet suddenly exclaimed, having faded back into consciousness.

"A necessary tactic. Your time is over. You would have received your credits if you had succeeded, but you did not." Zion calmly replied to the man. Looking down at him as he bled.

"So you don't care what I do to this idiot?" Roman asked, pointing a thumb at the down man.

"No."

A bang from a shotgun firing could be heard a split second after the holographic man spoke, symbolically rendering judgment on the thug by giving Roman Thornton free reign over his life. A splatter of blood followed the blast as the man's body went limp, a smirk on Roman's face as he holstered his shotgun.

"I will explain the next step in our partnership, but only if you [i]all[/i] agree to it." Zion stated, looking over all of the mercenaries.