[color=dodgerblue]"It would be extremely difficult. I can run but not that fast. Alright. Time for me to grab him."[/color]

Hazan watched as the runner appeared on his visor HUD as a red triangle, mildly satisfied with how their plan had turned out. At least their mark had stuck to the planned route. He drew his hood on over his head and lifted the scarf around his neck to conceal the lower half of his face. In his ragged hoodie, scuffed jeans and work boots, Hazan looked like any other bottom feeder or beggar that populated the slums. But underneath those dirty clothes were elements of his combat armour, and his pistol laid snug in his back holster. He stuffed his talons into his pockets and made his way down the alley towards the runner, idly noting his position on his visor. As he approached the man, he powered off his visor and coughed into his hands. The runner, a slightly taller man, wrinkled his nose as Hazan bumped into him seemingly by accident.

It was no mere coincidence though. Almost immediately, Hazan's arm shot out and wrapped around the man's neck, pulling him into a choke as he pulled him against the wall and out of sight. His other hand whipped out his Predator and jammed the barrel against his back.

[color=dodgerblue]"Quiet now, don't want any of your tails to hear you. Now a little bird told me you're running some errands for Tenus Domititus, carrying some important stuff on your person. I want it. Where d'you keep it?"[/color]

The man struggled in his grip but that only made Hazan squeeze tighter. He kicked the back of one of his knees and lowered the man to the floor, shifting his grip so that, instead of having an arm around his neck, his talons were entangled in his hair, pulling the man's head backwards as he kept a foot on his legs, arching his back rather painfully as he moved his pistol's barrel to his face.

[color=dodgerblue]"I'll give you to the count of three. If you don't tell me where it is, I'm going to turn your face into a bowl for my fruit. One."[/color]

The runner struggled and yelped in pain but said nothing. He could feel him shivering in his grasp even as he waited.

[color=dodgerblue]"Two."[/color]

Hazan waited and still nothing. He clicked the safety off his pistol and sighed.

[color=dodgerblue]"Three."[/color]

"W-w-wait-"

His shot buried itself in the plas-steel floor, the gunshot echoing down the alley. Hazan smirked as the man audibly whimpered as he recoiled from the pistol that sat next to his ear, instead of in his face. The turian let the red-hot gun barrel sit dangerously close to his cheek as he leaned in and whispered in his ear.

[color=dodgerblue]"That was just a warning shot. Now hand over the goods and make it snappy."[/color]

The runner reached into his jacket and pulled out a small envelope that rattled with several small objects in it as he pushed it into Hazan's waiting talons.

"H-h-here, I-I'm just a courier, I swear I don't know anything!"

[color=dodgerblue]"Oh I know that. Thanks for the hot tip."[/color]

He took the envelope, stuffed it into his pocket, and then swung his pistol at the back of the man's head, knocking him unconscious. Hazan dragged his limp body to the side of the alley and propped it up against the wall. Then he took off his hoodie and scarf, draping the spare clothes over the man's body like he was a hobo. Underneath he was clad in a simple t-shirt that made him look like just someone passing through. With the envelope safely in his pocket, he powered up his omnitool and hailed Daro.

[color=dodgerblue]"It's done. I've got his stuff. Now let's clear out of here before someone checks in on him."[/color]