Sicari took the fish stick and took a small bite out of it, then grabbed a napkin and spit the mush out.  "Disgusting, that's been in a freezer for two weeks, minimum.  And I know I have a nice figure, my mother was an Asari." She then turned her attention to Lysia, forgetting about her previous plan to take Simbel's mask off and sigh within a few feet of him, since she was running a modest cold at the time.  "It ends with the three of us never having to speak again.  Unless you prove useful, that is."  She grieved, in a bad mood due to the previous events of the day, Simbel's arrogance, and a lack of a cocaine fix in the last few days.  The last one, she planned to remedy when she returned to her apartment, given these two didn't follow her home like the stray dogs sometimes seen wandering the Ward.

	The Turian breathed easier now that the broker finally arrived, a scrawny and paranoid Salarian with what looked like a woman's purse over one shoulder making his way to the booth.  Sicari flexed her mandibles in a smirk, and pulled her hood down lower, fully concealing everything except the tips of her mandibles in shadow. The Salarian sat down across from her and set the bag on the table.

	"Are these your accomplices, ma'am?"  The reptile inquired, glancing around the room nervously.  Paranoia made him feel like he was watched at all times.  In this setting, he wasn't exactly wrong.

	Sicari nodded. "Call me Chryseis.  We'll take half the payment up front, the agreed seventy-five-hundred-thousand credits per person, in total."

	"No, the contract states that five-hundred-thousand will be split among you upon completion."

	The Turian reached under her arm and set two things on the table.  First, a modified version of said contract, stating that seventy-five-hundred-thousand credits would be paid out per person.  Second, her Suppressor.  "We either agree on my terms and we make the galaxy a better place at your expense, or you die and I have my accomplices dispose of your body and rewrite you will, leaving all you own to us and your family on the streets.  I know how many credits are in your possession."  She paused for a moment to let the threat sink in.  "Do we have a deal, Mister Neryon?"

	The Salarian gulped several times, mostly from the fact that a complete stranger knew his name and that he had a family.  He lived on the Presidium, raised a daughter with a beautiful Asari, loved them more than anything... He signed the data pad with little hesitation and promptly left, cursing the name 'Chryseis,' and earning a few sideways looks on his way out.

	Sicari smirked triumphantly, tucking both objects back under her arm before anyone could get a good look. "Oh, and Simbel... delete that recording of my ass, would you?  I'd rather let the Shadow Broker collect the enemies."