Arty gave an internal sigh. Of course it was mechs, why would it have been anything different? He hated dealing with the damn things because they could alert all their friends in an instant. And they weren't particularly pleasant to punch, even with biotics. Arty gave a little snicker at how quickly Key hopped in the driver's seat and had them flying through the citadel. He supposed he should appreciate the enthusiasm. Soon enough they were touching down in front of the villa. As they stepped out, Arty watched as a woman approached Jorge and handed him a mysterious disc. She muttered something about payment and was in a taxi before he could blink. The behavior didn't surprise Arty. Informants were not exactly reliable at the best of times. 

Apparently, other members of the crew weren't aware of this fact. Lantea and Key specifically, lamented at the ineffectiveness of their insider while they discussed strategy. [color=lightblue]"The reason she didn't give us much is because she's likely a C-sec informant. Her payroll doesn't look like ours, so why would she risk her neck?"[/color] Arty elaborated. [color=lightblue]"Though I do agree with our asari merc here, you're running this operation really haphazardly. And that's coming from bloody freelancers."[/color] he said, turning to Jorge. He thought about their predicament and listened to what Key said about neutralizing servants and mechs.

[color=lightblue]"If we can, we should find a way to disable the mechs entirely. They'll be the biggest issue. You get your hands on one and this whole villa will light up like a goddamn Christmas tree. Even if we take them out from a distance, won't the other be notified of a unit going offline and be on alert?"[/color] Arty pondered aloud.

[color=lightblue]Ugh, god I hate mechs."[/color] he added irritably.