It was over as easily as that, huh? Daro shook her head in exasperation to an audience of none as Hazan came in over her omnitool, as if she hadn't been listening in during the operation. Well, it wasn't much of an operation. More of a snatch-and-grab. 

At least, she [i]thought[/i] those were the kind of criminal terms that she ought to be using nowadays, now that she was planning ambushes on couriers.

[color=E6CEC1]"I'm renting out a place in the Kima District. Let me send you the address,"[/color] Daro said, hopping down from her perch and dispelling the combat drone now that the danger had passed. Still, she checked her six before exiting the alleyway. [color=E6CEC1]"And maybe the coords, too. It's a little out of the way, [i]but[/i] I did buy some dextro-brandy."[/color]

It was all very cloak and dagger, leaving the scene of the crime in separate directions only to meet up in a safehouse. Not that Daro's clinics –– plural –– could ever be considered safe. This mission was to solve that issue in the first place.

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[color=E6CEC1]"And if you look over there, [i]that[/i]'s Archangel's last stand."[/color] Daro gestured to the large window of her new apartment. Across the street, on the other end of the district, the charred remains of a building that hadn't been touched by refurbishment efforts stood proudly against Omega's dim lighting. [color=E6CEC1]"I think that's why this place was so affordable: the mercenaries are a superstitious bunch. As soon as he was gone, most of them left this district. Well, except a vorcha problem in the sewers..."[/color]

This new place was furnished with only a sofa and a metal table that looked like it might once have been an operating table and would be again in the future. For now, it was a place to put glasses and decent collection of liquor for someone who only started drinking a year ago.

But the pressing matter of the courier's information made this––at least partially––a business meeting. It couldn't always be the mindless pursuit of pleasure, otherwise they'd be hitting the bar at Afterlife, she supposed. [color=E6CEC1]"I mentioned before that I had a broker who might be interested in this, an associate of Aria's, but I don't want to call her up with nothing to show for it."[/color]

Daro reached out for the envelope and unsealed it with little ceremony. Data held on physical drives, with no encryption to speak of... it wasn't sloppy, if one had no competition, or had more than a single courier delivering it to its destination. She separated what appeared to be credit chits and slid them over the table to Hazan, a small grin behind her mask. [color=E6CEC1]"These are all yours. I don't even [i]want[/i] to know how much are on them, or who they belong to."[/color] Then, in a conspiratory whisper, she continued, [color=E6CEC1]"But I'm also [i]very[/i] nosy, so I kind of do."[/color]

The other contents of the envelope were compatible with her omnitool, and she had it broadcast against the window. It was just as Hazan predicted, at least for the first one: rosters, personnel files and where they were to be distributed for the near future. Reading between the lines, that was more than just troop movements: that was [i]supply movements[/i]. Why send guards to a depot on the other side of Omega if they weren't carting precious cargo?