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[sub][b][code]Saneamiento 24/7,[/code][/b][color=gray][s] Havana[/s][/color]
[b][code]Late night,[/code][/b][color=gray][s] April 9, 2187[/s][/color]
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[abbr=24/7 Sanitation][b][color=red]S[/color][/b]aneamiento 24/7[/abbr]'s white cargo van rolled up to the Cerro back alley just as the four SRN members returned together. Outcast was not among them, having gone off to recon Reds' base. Ranger, however, stuck close to Zenn and Nadara.

Two humans in blank coveralls got out of the van with body bags, a cleaning drone and a dog cage. They wrapped up the bodies of the asari and the krogan and deposited them in the back of the van. They checked Ranger for infections, and after finding none and thoroughly spraying down the dog, gave the option of either caging Ranger or have it leashed.

The ride across Havana was not a pleasant one. Compared to the filthy streets of Cerro, everything inside Saneamiento's van was white with the sterile scents of antiseptics and disinfectants. Kysar lied down right beside the body bags, while Nadara, Zenn and Amina sat on a stiff metal bench next to them. The sounds of celebrations and fireworks boomed from outside, prompting barks from Ranger inside. Within an hour, everyone was at Saneamiento. Zenobia and Solveig on their dinky sidecar, Sevipia carrying her surgery bag in a taxi and Lizbeth in a private car courtesy of Thul. The corpses were dropped off at the morgue for autopsy. At the same time, Kysar went to the adjacent clinic, where Sevipia got to work as soon as she arrived.

Autopsy confirmed the corpses as [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5273539][color=fff200]Urdnot Karnoc "Door Crasher"[/color][/url], and [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5273800][color=324ab2]Keslia Iessadri "Paladin"[/color][/url]. A debate reemerged regarding Keslia's biotic amplifier. Her remains were to be returned to her commando unit, but digging out the amp could easily be masqueraded among her burned corpse or chalked up to Reds looting. This military-grade amp could sell for tens of thousands of credits, which was several times the payout of a typical SRN job.

In the meantime, Sevipia had patched up Kysar. He was lucky to suffer no major injuries, Sevipia reported. The shot to Kysar's midsection passed clean through without hitting vital organs, and the bruise on his head would fade in a few days with no permanent brain damage. Still, Sevipia hooked Kysar up to an IV drip, cleaned out the expired medigel from the bullet hole and given him painkillers for his headache. Then the inevitable questions came as soon as Sevipia finished.

Apparently, Kysar's original team received a message from Dr. Jelize to meet at the Cerro back alley two days ago. They were to deliver the fragments of an enthrallment device from Namibia. But according to Kysar, they never saw Jelize there, only a dozen Tenth Street Reds. The Reds seemed to have activated something hidden in a nearby dumpster, instantly incapacitating everyone but Kysar and Keslia. What followed was a blur to him; several Reds threw molotov cocktails at Keslia, one of them shot Karnoc, another took Katya and the case she carried (containing device fragments). Hopelessly outnumbered, Kysar ran and tried to send out an SOS. He barely managed to key in the signal before getting shot, stumbling into Marieltos turf and knocked out by their thugs.

"That's not right! Dr. Jelize never requested any meeting at Cerro." Lizbeth recalled from the party. "She said her location was at the university..."

Digging into the shuttle black box provided the next piece of the puzzle.

"Look! There's unauthorized alterations to the communication data." Lizbeth noted. "Someone hacked SRN's channel to Kysar's old team."

"This doesn't look like Outcast, though. Their profile had no such alterations, and their clearance came directly from management." Lizbeth continued. "I'm guessing the quarians were sent to the spaceport to cover the hacker's tracks."

Whatever the case was, the team updated their current comm channel with every possible security precaution. When they were done, it was already midnight. Some team members wanted to get some rest, while others went to catch the last parties of the night.

Several blocks away from Saneamiento was El Lugar, the most unimaginative and generic nightclub. Still, Nadara, Solveig, Zenobia and Lizbeth were able to get their cheap and flavorless drinks (even in dextro for Zenobia). They made their way to a checkered floor with cheap holo-lights and autotuned Spanish songs blasting. It was a somewhat enjoyable five minute when Nadara's omni-tool beeped. There was a string of messages for her, Zenn and Amina.

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[b][code]Outcast:[/code][/b]
[code]Took a while to find you. Tougher new security.[/code]

[b][code]Outcast:[/code][/b]
[code]Anyway, scouted the Reds' base. Coordinates here.
Meat packing plant turned reaper processing camp.[/code]

[b][code]Outcast:[/code][/b]
[code]~15 of them. Heavily armed, guarded perimeter, three vehicles.[/code]

[b][code]Outcast:[/code][/b]
[code]Thermal + audio signatures suggest prisoners.
Movements suggest they are packing up.[/code]

[b][code]Outcast:[/code][/b]
[code]Recommend hitting them next hour, before they leave.
Bring all firepower.[/code]
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Not to be left out, Solveig received her own message right after Nadara's.

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[b][abbr=Riley's callsign][code]Anchor:[/code][/abbr][/b]
[code]Wistrom, thanks for handing the scrappers over. We've just interrogated them.[/code]

[b][code]Anchor:[/code][/b]
[code]Your turian squadmate was right. Short of it is: they were hirelings.
But they said the people hiring them could be moving to the spaceport tonight.[/code]

[b][code]Anchor:[/code][/b]
[code]Violent gang called Tenth Street Reds transporting very valuable cargo and possible hostages,
led by someone we thought long dead.[/code]

[b][code]Anchor:[/code][/b]
[code]Lots of classified intel I can't share with you immediately.[/code]

[b][code]Anchor:[/code][/b]
[code]We do need your team's help ASAP. Yes, even that turian.
All I have is a squad of engineers and MPs; the rest are civilians.[/code]

[b][code]Anchor:[/code][/b]
[code]Credits, gear, releasing the quarians, whatever you need; name it.[/code]
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"I guess that's the end of partying." Lizbeth sighed. "Go. I'm not much help in a fight, but I'll make sure management is informed and keep you updated if anything else comes through."
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