[h3][i]Several Hours Later...[/i][/h3]
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Ekrom hated running to his own ship, much preferring to take his time if he could. Yet, of course this contract would have these kinds of complications, but he just didn't expect one so damn [i]soon[/i]. His omni-tool flared to life, orange glow reflected in his pitch black eyes. His voice was urgent, "Get the ship ready Urg, we're leaving five minutes ago! C-Sec is on our ass so if you don't want to get bet booted out of the air lock, I'd suggest you put a fire under yours!" Ekrom didn't usually take such a harsh tone with his hired subordinates, but they knew that was when he truly meant business. He couldn't believe the turian hadn't made a point to say that she may or may not have had a run-in with a C-Sec earlier that day. Time was of the essence and it had run out before Ekrom could have thought to ask if they had a schedule to keep.

Finally reaching the long hallway, dockport in sight, Ekrom began to glow the usual biotic blue. He became a stream of energy, pushing himself at such speeds he wasn't truly visible anymore until he came to a skidding stop in front of the doors. Out came his Mattock as he took a defensive posture outside the air lock. He banged twice on the doors and two more mercenaries armed to the teeth came to join him. He looked back down the path he'd come down, both sets of eyelids blinking in consternation. Could these people be slower, truly?! The turian, asari, and human were making their way as quick as they could, just coming in sight of the Shadow Sword. "Urg!" His second in command, a batarian with a shit personality but the best damn merc he'd ever known, came right to his side, all four of his eyes narrowed in anger. "Don't you start with me, pus bag!" Urg laughed at his boss, knowing that Ekrom only insulted him to keep him on his toes. The drell, in private, was quite the kind man and very patient.

"Yea?! What kinda shit are we in now.. sir!" Urg growled, less of a question and more of a statement. Ekrom shook his head slightly, telling his right hand that he'd know soon enough, but this was not the right moment.

"Go inside, get those engines pumping and the Ship-buster all warmed up!" Ekrom ordered, which Urg seemed to take a glee in hearing. They didn't often get to use the hard to get Thanix Cannon and Urg was a sadistic bastard. Ekrom hoped it would be a last resort, not the first, but he wasn't about to disappoint Urg like that. Let him keep his hopes up and all that as the batarian ducked back into the ship. He pressed a button on his omni-tool, connecting with Sicari.

"Lose that plainclothes unit and get on the damn ship, Sicari! This is no time to be playing cat and mouse with C-Sec! WE ARE LEEEAVING!" the drell made the urgency very clear, as a few ships began to close in on the station. "By the great gods..." the drell muttered to himself. Grabbing the remaining merc by the front of his body armor, he came in close, his black visor reflecting the turians slightly scared expression. 

"Cover me, I'm going for the magnetic lock controls on the walkway. If any shit-for-brains C-Sec pokes out their head, I want this dock to get a new paint job!" The turian nodded quickly and took up the position Ekrom had just occupied as his boss moved to the terminal just to the right of the dockport. With rapid strokes, he was getting into the system and gaining priority control, going around the usual channels that had locked his ship at C-Sec's request.