[indent]Hazan smiled inwardly at Ardan's inclusion into the team. He'd been waiting for another turian to fill the space that their previous teammate had so recently vacated. Granted, the latter's experience was in explosives, and how much good that would do in a shadowy situation was debatable. Still, things going boom when they were supposed to were good, and if they involved the death of potential aggressors, then it was better!

Daro (little sweet Daro who had said little through the whole thing so far) piped up about the mission. He smiled, outwardly this time, and shook his head a little. He was inclined to agree; after all, taking down a decade-old mercenary company was the biggest thing they'd done, by far. 

"Biggest we've been up against, Dar. So far, anyway. Pretty big deal, actually, considering everything. Good thing Jek's paying us a buttload to solve this problem for him. Spirits know the big guy can't do it himself."

Hazan checked on all his weapons, idly listening in to the short conversation. When the bright red of another flare shot above his head, he instinctively ducked a little. The orders came through: move or be killed. Krag, the leader of the mercs here, gave them directions and then waved them off.

After a minute or so of travel their fearless leader spoke. His words rung true, though Hazan had suspected the job wouldn't be simple right from the get go. 

"Yeah no shit, Nik. Since when did we sign up to fight a war? Oh wait, I guess we did, heh."

It reminded him of First Contact, a little. Here they were, a motley crew being inserted deep into enemy lines to take out a single high value target. Just like he and his squad did during the real war. Only now he was with a whole bunch of everything, instead of mandibles and face paint all around. 

That reminded him. As they moved slowly along their path, he accessed his omnitool and tapped through to his email. His last correspondence with [b]V[/b] had been a week ago, before this whole mission was even a thing. His friend had sent him a news article that he'd read and reread many times, so much so that he'd almost memorised it word for word. He'd replied, of course, maintaining the conversation, but after that he'd heard nothing. Hazan was starting to get worried. The travel now was uneventful, so he used the time to compose something with one hand. Once done, he sent the email but took the article and threw it wirelessly to Nik's omnitool.

"Hey Nik, check that out. Read it before?"

The article was from a small news station that was headquarted right here in Omega, manned by a single man. It read of a new mercenary group that had set up shop in the station, going by the name of the Blue Suns and headed by two humans, Zaeed Masani and Vido Santiago. The group were very, very new, but were already making waves amongst the criminal elements for being reliable and professional, the latter of which most low ring bad guys here lacked. 

"I heard their guys are mostly Salarian and human. Must've learned their shit from the STG. Hey, y'think these guys will go corporate? Feels like they would."

He hoped that their future conflicts didn't involve these guys. Their slick, clean nature made 'em strange, foreign to the lawless station that he'd grown accustomed to.

But hey, it wasn't really his business anyway. 
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Dear V,

Hey, how you been? S'been a long time since we last spoke, V.

Thanks for the article, by the way. Made for real good reading for my nights. 

The station is real quiet these days. From my apartment I can see Afterlife but I can't hear it, thankfully. There's been no word from anyone about anything, which is making me real nervous. Some day, something's gonna give and things are gonna get real messy. I just hope I'll get out alive to tell the tale, when it does happen. 

Say, how's your wife doing? Last you told me, she's got a kid on the way. D'you know if it's a boy? Man, if you get a boy, he's definitely gonna follow in your footsteps. You do good work, it's gonna impress the kid, make him wanna be like daddy.

Me? Well I've been skulking around, mostly. The merc team I'm in is okay, I guess. We lost another man today, but on the bright side we gained a new member to replace him. Ardan Parvius. Remember that guy from the war reports? The one that blew up that one refinery? Yeah, he'd one of us now. He's kinda a big shot, apparently, but I don't blame him. Being famous does that to you. Not like where I came from. What we did...doesn't deserve to be publicised like that. Especially not now. 

How's work been, V? I assume Citadel Security is working out for ya, seeing as how you've been there for ages now. Can't even remember when you joined, that's how long. I hear the Citadel's a really swell place, like, it has all the good eateries and the shopping and the scenery and everything this crap hole doesn't have.

Hope trouble isn't brewing on your horizon either, V. On a mission right now, talk to you soon. 

Regards to your family,
H.
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