>//Shadow Broker Files

>    // Recording of the Fayette Station Double-cross. 
>      // Pivotal point, vital reference to understand Dronos current position. Reference Yestins files for more information the Salarian Smugglers post event career. 


The water poured down on top of the Drell and Salarians heads. Drono picked himself off the ground, wiping blood from a split lip. "What the hell is in those crates" He asked as he picked up his gun from puddle of blood and rainwater. Next to it laid a dead human. Next to the human lay a crumpled up and very dead asari. Her eyes were glassy, her face contorted in deaths mask of regret and agony. Drono bullet had torn right through her abdomen from close range. He forced himself to look away. This entire operation had gone from bad to worse. They had moved in to snatch a few crates from under the noses of two less reputable groups of black market movers. They were meant to be duking it out, leaving the stuff lightly guarded. Instead they had met with resistance after resistance. And they hadn't been some normal hired muscle either. He was pretty sure they just killed several deep cover C-Sec agents.

[color=palegreen]"You said this was an easy pick up run. These guys were ready to die for whatever is in those crates."[/color] Drono said as he huddled over to his companion who was eyeing the biggest of the crates. The Salarian was scratching his left shoulder, a sure sign he was as anxious about things as Drono.

[color=yellow]"I think we were lied to."[/color] He said throwing a glance at the blue faced Drell.

[color=palegreen]"You were lied to. I wasn't there to call the bullshit."[/color] Drono corrected him. The ire in his voice overpowering the anxiousness. He stood straight and checked that his gun was intact. A habit that had saved his life before.

[color=yellow]"Spare me your whining Drono"[/color] Yestin said dismissively but the tension was clear from his voice. Whatever was in the crate was likely worth a lot more than the client was asking for. The two shared a nervous glance.

[color=palegreen]"Can you get it open?"[/color] He poked the big crate with his oversized excuse of a gun.

[color=yellow]"The Client explicitly told us not to open the crates."[/color] Yestin objected, but his heart wasn't in it. He was already booting up his omnitool.

[color=palegreen]"The Client can go fuck himself with a krogan thumper"[/color] Drono said with a sneer as he fiddled with the lock. [color=palegreen]"It's a sequence 44 Bio-Lock. Whatever is in this? Is worth hell of a lot more then what they are paying us."[/color]

[color=yellow]"Point taken."[/color] Yesin said as he bent over to watch the lock closer before he began the process of hacking it. It would take many swearwords and panicked moments later, but he finally cracked it. The crates pressure seal hissed as they came undone and the thing opened before them. Glimmering back at them was enough Element Zero to give Drono a serious case of drooling. The look in Yesins eyes was something else entirely. They seemed cold, greedy.

[color=palegreen]"We are fucking rich."[/color] Drono said a giant grin on his face. [color=palegreen]"Scratch that. We are filthy, fucking rich."[/color]  He didn't notice his partner sliding out his suppressor M11 and stepping back. It wasn't until he felt the cold steel pressed against his back that that he looked behind him.

[color=palegreen]"Yesin... Put that down."[/color] He tried to smile, but it failed him. He'd seen that business like, cold demeanor before. A chill ran up his spine.

[color=yellow]"Sorry Drono, Business."[/color] Yestin said. His finger began to crawl toward the trigger.

[color=palegreen]"You can't be serious."[/color] Drono was starting to panic. He didn't want to die. He could not die. Not here. Not like this. He was so close to making it big. To prove everyone back home that he was in the right to leave. That the Hanar had made a mistake to pass him by.

[color=yellow]"You will never be able to sell this. I am however. I know the kind of people who buys this in bulk. They don't take kindly to loose ends."[/color] He kicked motioned for Drono to rise to his feet. "Get up."[/color] He jabbed the gun in his back and stood back, away from Drono. Gun still trained at him. [color=palegreen]"You are the walking definition of a loose end. I can't trust to you to keep your mouth shut about anything."[/color]

[color=palegreen]"Is this over the Illium run?"[/color] Drono prodded, hands over his head. "Don't shoot me in the back of the head. I don't want an exit wound for face when my parents pick up the body." Drono said, shoulder slumping a bit. [color=yellow]"But Make sure I am dead. Because we Drell never forget anything. And i will hunt you down"[/color]

[color=yellow]"It is over a great many things Drono. You are unreliable and almost cost us our lives several times. You are to sentimental, not being able to do what needs to be done. You are inefficient and never listen to what I say...”[/color] Yesin stopped and tilted his head. [color=yellow]"You talk far too much. And I think you might be slightly insane. You threaten the man with the gun, trying to assure I kill you proper. You never were the sharpest knife Drono, but that is just suicidal."[/color] Yesin barked a laugh. And then the gun fired. Searing pain travelled up and down Dronos spine.  He fell forward onto the crate only to slowly slide off it. A trail of blood was smeared across the surface.

[color=yellow]"There. Your face is safe."[/color] Yestin said as he kicked Drono to the side. [color=yellow]"You just lay here. Lazy shit that you are."[/color] He closed the crate and lugged it onto onto a mechanized trolley. 

A gurgling noise came from Drono. [color=palegreen]"Not... dead... yet... asshole."[/color] Yestin froze as he he turned around. He half expected Drono to be standing, holding a gun. To end him for his betrayal like some sort of supernatural spectre. But no, the Drell was lying on the ground, trying to push himself up. 

[color=yellow]"Tell you what."[/color] Yestin said as he strolled back to the dying smuggler. He knelt in front of him. "You remember Illium. Remember when I told you I didn't torture that nice boy to get the location of the batch you missplaced and got stolen?"[/color] The salarian produced a bottle of blue liquid. "I lied. I have been cleaning up after you every goddamn time you slipped up."[/color] He reached over and poured the blue stuff into the wound. "I fashioned this myself. It’s meant to keep a wound from coagulate properly, and it fries the nerve slowly but surely if left unattended. I dose my knife in it all the time."[/color]

[color=palegreen]"You... shit..."[/color] Drono gasped through the pain now threatening to overpower him. But at the same time, the poison had given him more adrenaline from the shock, and he felt his arms and legs respond again.

[color=yellow] "What? No more quips Drono? No more smart mouthed excuses for your failures?"[/color] Yestin taunted. He stayed for a while longer, watching Drono scream and twist in pain. Then he simply turned around and got on the automatic trolley, driving towards his shuttle with his ill-gotten gains. Had he looked back, he would have seen Drono drag himself up to his feet in the rain. 

But arrogance had always been Yestins biggest flaw.  He simply cackled as he thought of the new life he would lead now. Meanwhile, half dragging him, half walking, Drono began moving towards a clinic he had spotted earlier. 

>//End Recording

>Files indicate the subject possess an extraordinary will to live and a great deal of clarity even in near death situations. Approaching subject might be difficult, he likely to mistrust any criminal elements more so then before.