“Fuck yes.” Was all that Vash muttered as he was carefully handed the syringe. His fingers gripped it gently, with a joyous, excited shake to them as he quickly clipped it to the belt of his armor. If his face were not covered by his helmet then the others would’ve seen the wide smirk on his reptilian features. He was already planning where the inject the biometric into the powerful asari, Kolya was damn right that he was more reliable than some sniper. Krogans didn’t miss at point blank range.

He let out a whistle of surprise as his eyes took note of the tall structure they were approaching. The destruction prone krogan briefly fantasized about bringing down the entire thing with some well placed explosives, then quickly brought himself back to reality with the not so appetizing thought of the entire Asari military coming after his ass. Though it was a beautiful sight to imagine. He pulled his missile launcher off of his back, then fired off each of the grapple canisters. He ensured each one was sufficiently latched, with a light tug of each line as they impacted. The last thing he needed was for his teammates to plummet to their death before they even fired a single shot. Heights never minded him, so long as he didn’t look down.

Still, the climb was long and arduous, not his idea of fun. Not an ideal ask for someone of his stature and armament. Every step upwards he took slowly and precisely, dirty water collecting on the visor of his helmet as sweat dripped on his face inside of it. He was one of the last ones to ascend fully up, breathing heavily as he pulled all of his large mass on top of the ledge. There weren’t many buildings like this to climb back on Tuchanka, they’d all been blown to smithereens. Vash went down on one knee, composing his breathing as he yanked his trusty M - 76 off his back. Running his gloved hands across it as he rubbed off any of the water which had collected on its beautiful crimson metalwork.

Hann’s body came over the ledge shortly after Vask, cursing at the heat that could be felt seeping into her suit in a most unnatural fashion. It was a level of uncomfortable that she was not quite used but it was not worth complaining too much about, despite her desire to. At least she could do something to get her mind off the damned heat. A faint display of a rather large list came into her helmet before there was a faint whisper, “Turian March.” Music began to softly play within her helmet as an old Turian war song began to take the place of proper background noise.

“Let me to the front,” Vash muttered with eagerness, holding his heavy assault rifle with one hand as he moved with his squad. “We very well might be walking right into an ambush, they probably had eyes on us as soon as we made our climb. In any case, any and everyone here will know that we are here as soon as the shooting starts.”

His eyes briefly shifted to the recently dead human, just executed and thrown into the sewers. Such was all too common a fate among drifters that ended up in the wrong crowd, out of their element out here in the Terminus Systems. This nobody was lucky in some regards from what Vash could tell. He’d seen enough brutally mutilated, dismembered corpses in his lifetime. They frequently were missing limbs and important body parts. That was part of the reason he enjoyed working in such a notorious part of the galaxy, pretty much every single soul that he’d fought was dirty or fucked up in some way. ‘Good guys’ were far and few in between. Vash could say the same for himself.

“Let me up front as well, I can get us through security silently,” Hann said, moving closely behind Vash as she avoided looking at the dead human. She held her M-3 Predator close, keeping her sniper hidden away since the sewers were too close quarters for her to effectively use. It seemed that she followed behind Vash, using him more as cover than anything else even if she was otherwise actively looking for threats that her helmet would pick up. Other than the numerous contaminants that was listed off to the side of her visor that gave her a very mild worry on what would happen if Hann ever got a suit breach in these sewers.

“We couldn’t have gone in a more… sanitary entrance?” Hann complained into the comms, though her voice held more annoyance than worry.