[color=dodgerblue]"Well you can't blame 'em for running an airtight operation. And yes, there must be something big going on here for that kind of security. There's nothing going on out front but I can hear what's going on behind the warehouse."[/color]

Hazan was seated in a small eatery just in front of the warehouse, idly slurping down some dextro-levo noodles while he watched the guards shift at their posts and be very, very bored. Everything suggested by the courier's logs, but the activity at the rear was new. Something off their "public" books, a courier probably wouldn't have any information on this operation unless he was in on it too. Most citizens in this part of the station weren't too curious about why an unmarked warehouse in the middle of nowhere had guards that rotated their shifts every eight hours. They knew not to poke their nose into that sort of business. But for the turian? Well he had other plans. He stole a glance at the guard post and checked his omnitool. If his observations were right, and they usually were, there was going to be a change of guards in about ten minutes. While the delivery was underway, no less. An opportunity for him to sneak in.

The turian pulled his hoodie tight around himself and zipped it up fully, finishing up the last of his noodles and tossing the vendor a tiny credit chit as payment. He pulled up the hood over his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets, before standing and walking away. He didn't make a direct bee-line for the warehouse, rather he ambled around it in a slow circle, giving it a wide berth as he cut into the apartments nearby. On his omnitool was a map that displayed the general area around the warehouse and marked on it was a side door that the guards used whenever they were switching duties around. He made his way towards that door, cutting back out of the slums as he approached an alley facing it. With a timer displayed on his omnitool, Hazan made himself scarce, pressing himself into a doorway in the alley that was close to the warehouse and dimming the brightness of his device. Right on time, he saw the door open and two guards filed out. Hazan tapped his omnitool and engaged his tactical cloak as he zipped out of the alley and caught the door before it closed. He slipped inside quietly, not minding the confused looks of the two guards he'd passed by (no doubt hearing phantom footsteps) and closed the door behind him before disengaging his cloak to let it charge for a few moments.

[color=dodgerblue]"Daro? I'm in. Risky decision but I got myself inside. Gonna poke around, see what I can find."[/color]

He keyed off his comms and reengaged his cloak, following the rough map he had of the area to make his way to the back of the warehouse. The interior seemed a whole lot bigger than what it looked like outside, yet it also was a lot more claustrophobic and cramped. The turian found a ladder leading up to a set of catwalks above the warehouse floor and advanced along them slowly, taking in everything he could see while staying quiet. From up above, the operation he was witnessing was massive and, more importantly, incriminating. He keyed his comms and spoke in a harsh whisper, while recording a video on his visor that was saved to his omnitool, streaming it to Daro's omnitool at the same time.

[color=dodgerblue]"Daro? They're manufacturing red sand here! Spirits, if word gets out to Aria about this, Perix has [i]got[/i] to pack it in. She isn't going to appreciate someone else muscling in on her turf."[/color]