"Guess I won't need my keys," Bel whispered as she dropped her plasma cutter back into her pack.
She gripped her pistol tighter but steeled herself as she stepped over the corpse. Wasn't the first time she'd seen a body and certainly wouldn't be the last. Even still, the prospect of walking into an ambush pricked the back of her consciousness no matter how hard she tried to push it out. They could be just behind one lone assassin or a dozen other mercenaries with no way to tell distance or how many. There was the temptation to ready her biotics ahead of time but thought better than trying to sneak up on someone in a dark tunnel while glowing bright purple. One small silver lining she often focused on was how much she'd rather be slinking through a sewer with death nipping at her heels as she and her fellow mercenaries raced against the clock than working a factory job.

All things considered, she felt rather prepared for this sort of mission. Armali Council types were loaded with credits and usually bought high end security. High end security almost always meant a high number of guards with shields or armor, both of which she could handle. She felt confident in her ability to deal with most any sort of standard security they might come across, and who knows? Maybe they could even manage to extract the matriarch somewhat quietly by way of demolition charges and plasma cutter. Okay, maybe not [i]quietly[/i] per say but without a great deal of casualties. The idea of a dramatic breach and clear made Bel smile as she scanned the darkness, quietly tip toeing along the drain.