[color=dodgerblue]"Eh, it's just a bit of vorcha, really. Sooner or later Blood Pack's gonna sweep 'em up and leave us be."[/color]

Hazan was lounging on one side of the sofa, datapad in hand- er, talon as he sifted through what data they'd gotten. The safehouse Daro had gotten was pretty adequate, considering she was a doctor and not a mercenary. With a bit more money, they could really turn this place into a comfortable haven, but as it stood they were here for secrecy, not to live. And this [i]was[/i] an upgrade from the dump he'd been living in.

[color=dodgerblue]"I've got a guy in the Upper Slums who can launder those credits. Give him a bit of time and he'll return 'em clean as a whistle, in case whatever IT specialists Perix has can trace where those chits have been. Oh, minus a little bit off the top as a fee, of course."[/color]

The credit chits, he took and stuffed into his pocket. Inwardly he also wanted to know how much they'd snagged as a haul. A good finder's fee could set them up well for the rest of the operation, maybe even be able to hire some mercs off of it for backup. Hazan sat up as Daro projected the imagery off of the info dockets in the envelope and watched as she scrolled through them. What caught his eye was the guard routines for another section of Omega, on the complete opposite side of the station from them. And supplies? Apparently Perix had more than just couriers running payments and information across Omega. More leverage for them to use.

[color=dodgerblue]"You seeing what I'm seeing? Perix is hiding something on the other end of the station and he's got Tenus in charge of it. I wonder if we should do a little recon on that warehouse?"[/color]