Daro paced across the overhanging bridge, glancing occasionally down at the open space where Hazan was, blocked by various obstacles but still within range. This part of Omega was mostly safe for her to show her face, if only because she could not imagine any snitches getting to either the salarian himself or one of his cronies on time. Still, as she had spent most of the last few months in relative seclusion, leaving only in the quiet hours of Omega, seeing so many shadows moving about their daily business on the asteroid unsettled her.

[color=E6CEC1]"We take out the runner, then. Non-lethally, of course. Cold-blooded murder doesn't sit quite right with me unless it's Perix,"[/color] she decided, moving to lean up against the window. [color=E6CEC1]"I do know an information broker who might be interested, depending on what's on the menu. She is as trustworthy as an information broker can be, I suppose. And injury-prone."[/color] All of Daro's friends and acquaintances and Omega, even Hazan, had the bad habit of showing up at her door with something to fix. Anyone else might have been concerned, but Daro reasoned that if medicine was her hobby, it was no surprise that her entire network was made up of patients. [color=E6CEC1]"I just worry that there won't be sufficient information on the courier to take Domititus down in one swoop."[/color]

The results of Hazan's reconnaissance mission, particularly those detailing the security around the warehouse, caught the quarian's attention. [color=E6CEC1]"If that is the case, then we may need to head directly to the source."[/color]

She lazily circled one of the clunky biometric scanners (with the annotation 'point and laugh') and saved the image for later reference. That was a [i]Delumcore 1600[/i]. Or a [i]1666[/i]––there was little difference between them, and either way, they were only a few steps above facial recognition software. Fallible, given the right preparation, and adequate information. It was something to mull over. All it would take was a little bit of DNA and an automatic bypass system... With any luck it would be a turian employee.

She'd keep that thought to herself for now, and wait until they had dealt with the runner. Baby steps. 

[color=E6CEC1]"Let's get this done as soon as possible, on the next run."[/color] Daro shut down her omnitool, though left the connection open as she stared down into the open area. [color=E6CEC1]"Oh, and Hazan? I don't think I've said thank you yet, but [i]thank you[/i], truly,"[/color] she said quietly. [color=E6CEC1]"You didn't need to help me out of a mess of my own making, and I appreciate it."[/color] 

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Twenty-one hours later, Daro was settled in a shadowy alcove in an alleyway for what was not the first time in her life. A combat drone hastily erected in the dead hours between their last meeting and the current mission hovered overhead, programmed for non-lethal combat. Regardless, if things turned sticky –– she could always flip the switch to turn him from stun to kill.

And she had a shotgun.

[color=E6CEC1]"He's on his way in,"[/color] she muttered to Hazan as an alert pinged her omnitool: an early warning system of a sort. The runner had tripped the first of them, and was within reach. A great weight was lifted off her shoulders. [color=E6CEC1]"Could you imagine how difficult this would be for us if he changed up his route? Idiot."[/color]