[h2]The Heart of Evil - Part II[/h2]

[i]Frontal Assault Team[/i]
[@Dervish] [@Spoopy Scary] [@Andreyich]

Naryxa gave a clear nod of approval to the young human’s suggestion; she certainly wasn’t about to turn down any extra hands (or drones) on the mission. “Come with me, I can keep you under cover and turn any fire away from you, should it come to that.”

At the Asari’s side, Lauren gave a clear smile of appreciation. “Thank you,” she said, finally speaking up. She even had nerve enough to address the Vorcha directly. “We have money, Mikael and I, it’s not a lot but we have it. We’re not expecting you to do this for free-” her green eyes glanced up at Naryxa as if for reassurance.

“Lauren will transfer the credits to me, and I’ll distribute them evenly to the volunteers - how does that sound?” she suggested, eyeing Iryk carefully. There was a chance she’d come to regret hiring him. There was a [i]very[/i] good chance she might return to find her pilot gone. Naryxa trusted her intuition; Iryk was an individual, and he hadn’t seemed threatening yet. The talk of… [i]taking heads[/i] was alarming, but she found it easy to chalk it up to his culture - she expected the others wouldn’t be so laissez faire…


After a short gurgle of thought the Sentinel shrugged his chitinous shoulders and then nodded in consent. "If there is pay then Iryk comes." the Vorcha offered, running his tongue across his razor teeth in anticipation of the upcoming violence. "How many mercenaries must kill?" He said as a quick followup, realizing perhaps he should have lead with the question. Getting paid was all well and good but not getting shot when you are outnumbered ten to one was a lot better. 


“You can keep my portion of the pay, ma’am; I’ll make sure your friend gets back safe and sound.” Sabinus said, leaning against a cabinet with a mug of coffee in his hand, one that had the logo of what he presumed was a strip club on it still. “I used to be a police officer, seems to me like Omega could use some of that presence right now.”

“Don’t make it obvious.” Shy said slightly under her breath, but not out of malice nor derision, but because her attention was divided from the close attention she was paying to the interface of her omni-tool. She was pulling up maps and schematics of the Omega base, where key power junctions and systems control outlets were highlighted. She continued, “Omega has a habit of eating police people alive. Sometimes literally.”

Without skipping a beat, she stepped over toward Naryxa and Taylor to ask the latter, “do you know the location?”

“Gozu District, the south buildings - there are some abandoned apartments being used as warehouses,” Lauren answered with a nod. “You can get in from the front, or there’s a tunnel that way too.”

Naryxa placed a hand comfortably on her hip. “I know the place, it’s always been the darker side of the Gozu District; seems like it’s only gotten more out of hand…” the Asari clucked her tongue and remained quiet as Lauren spoke again.

“Probably a strong dozen,” Lauren said, making eye contact with Iryk that was confident enough. “It’s a Blue Sun area, but it’s likely that there will be other smaller groups… Independants,” the woman explained, brushing a strand of her brown hair behind her ear.

The Vorcha was not entirely satisfied with such an answer, because twelve of humans or batarians was nothing on the same count of say… Krogan. But Iryk supposed the fact that Lauren’s friend wasn’t already a mush of bonemeal was a testament to the fact that this wasn’t the case. Having no more input he thus simply gave a grunt of affirmation. 

“Not sure that it’s the kind of noise we really want to be making,” Naryxa sighed. “Definitely don’t want to alert the Blue Suns to this. What do you think, Tannyx?” She asked curiously. 

The turian took a few moments to consider their options. “If we have one team go in quietly, acting and looking like residents and not armed to the teeth, we could get a better idea of what’s ahead, maybe even find our target without anyone being any the wiser. If there are smaller groups, it might be possible to have a skirmish without the Suns thinking anything is amiss; afterall, smaller gangs often have territorial squabbles as often as the major players. 

“I don’t think if it comes to shooting it’ll necessarily bring down the Suns unless something was seriously out of place, say heavy ordinance or reports of dead sentries that were taken out without anyone noticing until after the fact.” Sabinus grunted. “Hate to say it, but if we’re going to make a ruckus, we have to mimic the smaller gangs, which is going to be messy. I’d prefer to do this quietly, if possible, but we have to anticipate that we won’t know what we’re getting into until we’re in the thick of it.”

“It’s settled then,” Naryxa said. “I’ll assign teams and we’ll be on our way.”