[color=E6CEC1]"Well,"[/color] Daro said, at first struggling to find adequate words to make light of the serious topic at hand, [color=E6CEC1]"It's not like there's any other doctors on Omega you could go to, excluding those in Perix's pocket. It seems you're stuck with me either way."[/color]

But with grim finality, she nodded once and returned to the matter at hand to conclude it. There was no need to waste a perfectly good night in with drawn out discussion when it seemed clear they were on the same page. [color=E6CEC1]"So it's sorted. We reach him, starting with that warehouse, and put a stop to his operations. After he's out of the way as a competitor, we can see what happens. And, whatever extra we find––credit chits, contraband––it's all yours."[/color] It was certainly the least that Haze deserved.

The quarian paused and took another sip of her drink through the emergency induction port. She held up the half-empty glass in cheers, teasingly adding, [color=E6CEC1]"Now I sound like a [i]proper[/i] mercenary, discussing terms. It's only a matter of time before I turn mad with power and start my own gang. Give it a few weeks."[/color]

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Daro accompanied Hazan on reconnaissance this time, no longer burdened by the strain of finding a new cubby-hole clinic to move into and without the distraction of being hunted. Granted, the respite was temporary. The mercs were still there, still looking –– just because she could not see them did not erase them from existence. One of her human patients (who described themselves as a 'frequent flyer' at her clinic and enjoyed introducing her to other such nonsensical idioms from Earth) had a phrase for such an occasion: [i]out of sight, out of mind[/i].

Tenus's mysterious warehouse was an enigma. She had taken a few shifts watching the front entrance in the past few days to very little activity. Far less than what was suggested by the routes in the courier's convenient information packet. Two turian guards, and an occasional intake of raw materials that Daro sincerely doubted was a front for anything sinister. However, there were no exports in all the hours she was present, or in footage from her drone. Nothing ever came out.

Nothing came out the [i]front[/i].

[color=E6CEC1]"These are such unsociable hours,"[/color] Daro said when she was in position at the rear of the building, nestled in shadow and steam from the nearby takeaway. It was her usual surveillance spot. Low priority. The clatter of round-the-clock industry cluttered up the comms whenever she spoke and made it impossible to focus on the words of a novella even if she tried. [color=E6CEC1]"I'm already regretting the mercenary life."[/color] 

There was a single guard posted at the rear door, and every hour, when he thought nobody was looking, he would skim something interesting on his omnitool. Checking his messages, or the news, perhaps. Daro didn't like to think of them having lives outside of Domititus's orders. There was a minute chance they might die as a result of her actions in the future.

Daro was tapping out a message to the broker who expressed an interest in buying the rest of the information when there was sudden movement in her peripheral vision. The air grew thick and heavy with exhaust fumes, and a clamor resounded in the alleyway from the direction of the warehouse. [color=E6CEC1]"Finally, there's life. It looks like they're moving something?"[/color]

A large transport vehicle lowered itself into a tight space, half-concealing her view. Daro's drone continued to record through it all. Like a well-oiled machine, the back door opened to a sea of new faces in sterile grey civilian gear. Mostly batarians, but with a few scattered salarian faces, they rolled out large white crates devoid of any recognizable logos, not even Perix's personal brand. [color=E6CEC1]"I don't think this warehouse is for storage,"[/color] she mused quietly. [i]Now[/i] there were an appropriate number of guards, matching what was mentioned in Tenus's irregular supply routes. [color=E6CEC1]"At least, not just storage. It looks like there's manufacturing going on. No reason to do it at this hour unless they're trying to hide something, right?"[/color]