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Just great. A Krogan walked into the club with the obvious intent on looking for the Turian he was speaking to. There would never, ever be a time in which Tar believed that there could ever be the possibility of a subtle or stealthy Krogan. Now, it was only just slightly possible that the earliest traces of Krogan could have had some sort of finesse, millions upon millions of years ago, that is. The Krogan race is just far too funneled in this specific way to evolve any other way. The Genophage only made that worse, Tar believed. Whatever Krogan children that managed to scrape out of their mothers would quickly know of the virus that plagued their race and their race alone. It was a sad thought, but a truthful one. 

He then looked to his Omni-tool, reading the message that Sicari sent him. It could certainly work. He could act as if the Turian that he worked for made a bad choice that involved someone in Afterlife. Of course, he didn't actually work for any Turians anymore, but he supposed that he would be soon enough. He would only talk about it if people asked what a Volus was doing in Afterlife, Omega no less. He shouldn't go spouting something like that around, especially with Aria's eyes and ears around the club in the places she couldn't physically see or hear. In the even that nobody asked him anything, which was unlikely but still possible, Tar would make himself look busy, but not important. He has a place to go, a person to talk to about something, but nothing that would tip any scales. Just in case, he would bring his heavy pistol with him. Having a gun was never bad on Omega, and you'd be a fool to talk five steps without something to defend yourself with. With that in mind, if things got hairy, he could also deploy his drones or a turret, creating a distraction while he himself escaped and used the video feeds and his drones to fight people. He couldn't face Aria, though. Oh no. That could mean certain death and non stop attacks from three gangs, one of which he would be hurting soon, and things would surely get violent. 

However.... Another thought came to mind. If things did go well enough, he could trust in the Turian's abilities to play along in any situation, and it wasn't like she wasn't going to be leading him and telling him what to do anyways. 

With that, he did not reply to Sicari, and instead walked to his door. The door opened as he approached, and Tar looked at the Vorcha that always eyed him as he neared them. He said nothing to them, not that he could, mind you, and walked down the lower corridor to the back entrance to Afterlife. He knew who Aria's spies were, those who were always there at the club, on the dot, in the exact same space, every single day. Some seemed like club goers, others looked like actual soldiers. It didn't matter, though.

Tar walked through the back entrance with his back as straigh as can be, and his unseen eyes looking about for the Turian he saw on the screen. He walked about as if he had business, looking at the other men and women that decided to get a piece of the action. Humans, an Asari, a Turian, a Krogan, and a Volus. It was an interesting team to say the least.

As he approached the table, he looked at Sicari. She was the one he saw through the camera feed. Pulling out his Omni-tool, he tapped a few buttons and activated a text-to-voice program. "Hello." The obviously robotic voice came from the tool, and Tar looked up at Sicari. "I believe that most of the negotiations have been... negotiated?"
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