[color=dodgerblue]"Tenus Domititus...hmm, don't have much information on him, other than what you already mentioned. I'm pretty sure his operation isn't too hard to get a handle for. Give me a little bit of time to dig up a little more and observe his work. I'll get back to you and we'll have something solid to go on."[/color]
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[color=dodgerblue]"Tenus Domititus. Turian, ex-Fleet guy, used to be a lieutenant in the 43rd Scout Battalion, nicknamed 'Riskrunners'. He went AWOL a while back after a mission in the Terminus systems went awry and showed up here. Last I saw from Fleet comms, he was tagged as KIA for that mission. Some skirmish against some slavers, who knows. He's put his talent with people to good use though, strong-armed a lot of smaller merc companies into being in Perix's payroll. Even got himself his own retinue of soldiers, mostly turian, all ex-Fleet or ex-army. Dangerous sorts. I spent the last few days observing his routine, and he's a pretty simple guy."[/color]

Seated on a bench in one of Omega's many public spaces (a "park", if you could even call it that), Hazan idly observed his surroundings as he communicated with Daro over their private comms channel. From the outside, it seemed like the casually dressed turian was talking with someone over his omni-tool, synced with his visor, and on a station like this, no one paid casual conversation any mind. But the topic was anything except casual. In his talons was his datapad, a foldable device that fit into the back rigging of his armour or a pocket of his pants, and he scrolled through various documents he'd pulled up on their target during the time he'd spent studying him. With each piece of data he scrolled through, he flung it seamlessly to Daro's omni-tool to let her have a brief read.

[color=dodgerblue]"So here's what I know: his operation is contained within a big storage facility, some sort of abandoned warehouse, down by the eastern section of the Lower Slums, converted into a makeshift base. That's where his goons have set up shop. The man himself stays in an apartment complex nearby and is always escorted by two of his guard retinue. The other two are stationed at his base, and the four of them regularly swap shifts, either standing guard for Tenus or coordinating his operations in his base. The base itself is lightly guarded; no one would pay a warehouse that size any mind normally, so they don't have it under lock and key. One guard on the roof, two at the front door, one at the back, one on the side. Lightly armed, the most I've seen out of them are heavy pistols. No outside patrols and, thankfully, no drones. They do, however, have biometric scanners, handheld devices that match a person's genetic footprint to what they've got saved on a database. If you're registered as one of Tenus' goons, you gain access. If not, the scanner blares an alarm and the guards chase you out."

"As for his routine, being ex-military means a pretty readable schedule. He always rises early and leaves his apartment after spending exactly one hour in there doing who knows what. The route he takes to the warehouse changes every day but he seems to alternate between one of four different pre-planned routes through the district. After which, he arrives at his base and stays there for most of the day, leaving late in the evening to return to his apartment. His guard retinue switch duties every two days and shuffle at the end of the week. During the week, Tenus apparently sends out runners to coordinate his affairs with Perix twice a week. Today is one of the runner days, and he sends them out when he leaves the warehouse in the evening."

"Now, opportunities. I assume our goal here is to remove Tenus as Perix's middle man. The salarian loses a vital source of manpower recruitment and a chunk of his property out in the Slums. Without hired guns to harass his businesses, maybe they'll be a bit looser with their tongues for information about his other operations."

"So here's what I have in mind: we need to make sure that Tenus is no longer a threat to us, either by eliminating him, or by dismantling his own operation from the bottom up."

"To do the former, all we have to do is learn his pattern of travel to and from work. You tail him, distract his guards and I'll ambush him when he's vulnerable. Bit to-the-point and up to random chance if we get the right route, but it'll cut the head off the snake and we can topple over the rest of the pieces from there."

"To do the latter... I say we intercept his runner on one of his travel days. We tail the courier, drop him once he's a good distance away from Tenus' place and grab whatever data and funds he's carrying. We'll get access to his troop movements, recruitment rosters, hell maybe even a few credit chits. We can leak those onto the information black market, specifically to other organisations that are currently opposing Perix's gig, and then watch the ensuing fireworks. I'm willing to bet Perix will breathe down Tenus' neck a lot harder if he suffers an info leak, which will make him paranoid and more vulnerable to making mistakes of his own. Once that's done, we can strike. Use blackmail or even violence and Tenus will back off, maybe disappear. Or, and if this happens it'll be a miracle, we can get Tenus onto our side. But as long as Tenus stops being a middle man for Perix, our main goal will have been accomplished."[/color]

Hazan sat back in the bench and smiled to himself. As he looked up from his datapad, he watched Tenus and two of his guards cut through the plaza. Their target turian was a big man, taller than Hazan was, with a gun-metal gray carapace and all-too familiar blue face paint that tagged him as a Palaven turian of significant military rank. The two guards flanking him were armed and armoured; Avenger assault rifles sat in their talons and he could spy grenades hooked to the fronts of their armour. Tenus' pace was quick, and within the span of a few moments, he and his two guards vanished down a side street. Hazan closed his datapad and gave his talons a stretch.

[color=dodgerblue]"So, what'll it be, Daro? I've laid out the groundwork but I think it's more fitting that you choose our approach."[/color]