A new identity sounded wrong to her ears. She was Daro'Shuris nar Konesh, and given that the Konesh didn't exist anymore, she was determined to keep that sliver of history in her name. The second option, however, had potential. [color=E6CEC1]"This clinic is not officially associated with Perix anymore. It was the reason his mercs were sent after me in the first place, in fact. His prices were a rip-off, and they kept going up to force us out of business, so..."[/color] Daro shrugged. There was really no good way to admit that she had stolen a not insignificant stock of medical supplies from him, albeit for what she perceived was a good cause. [color=E6CEC1]"I would not shed a tear if anything happened to him, so yes, it sounds good."[/color]

If it was even possible. Still, assuming the plan would go ahead (and she had little reason to doubt Hazan's proficiency at this point), they would need information. Information that she, in theory, had.

[color=E6CEC1]"So, a third-party employer? I don't remember seeing anything like that while I was working under him..."[/color] Daro said, wracking her brains through every interaction she had ever had with Perix's associates, before she cut contact with the salarian and his monopoly not too long after founding her own clinic. Way back then, she had been just one of many underpaid medical technicians, but the mercenary guards who worked in the same facility [i]were[/i] hired with no direct interaction with Perix himself.

[i]My only stipulation is that we do not hire the Blood Pack except in the direst of circumstances. It would be hard to trust a medical practice who keeps filth around.[/i]

It must have been a small agency he hired them through. Daro could not recall its name, but she knew that she had heard it before, and that it definitely existed. It had no brands or logos, just a contact name and number. Even before the theft, her clinic hadn't been profitable enough for even a token security force, and Daro managed with automated defenses and a few ornery regulars. But, it was in her contract that all mercenaries hired as guards had to be organised through a single name.

[color=E6CEC1]"Actually, maybe I do know something about this."[/color] Daro brought up her omnitool in a flash, scanning back through saved correspondence, staff newsletters and the like. Anything to do with the operation's security, how to report problems with the hired mercenaries and such. The name was on the tip of her tongue now, [i]D-something[/i]. [color=E6CEC1]"Perix is a paranoid snake: he hates working with lowlifes. Any third-party would have to be at least a recognised name on Omega for him to trust them to handle his mercenary out-reach, and the less opportunity for spies, the better. I'm certain that it was only one [i]single[/i] middle-man. And the name [i]is[/i]..."[/color]

[i]Please contact Tenus Domititus for more information on hiring security.[/i]

After showing Hazan the name on her omnitool, Daro slumped back in her chair. [color=E6CEC1]"I don't know how to find him, though. And I guarantee an upstart like him has his own private guards. He can probably afford it, though I doubt it's as many as Perix."[/color]