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Ride Across The River IC

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Gargulec:
The airlock door hissed, extruded forth slightly and rolled to the side, revealing the plain, cable strewn interior. You entered, and it sealed quietly behind you. The automated systems started equalizing pressure and decontamination - it took but a while. Moments later, all the standard procedures were done, and the interior door swung open, letting you in.

'Snorri?' you heard a bored voice, and then a lithe, young female human practically walked at you, eyes set at something on her omnitool so completely that she did not even realize who you were. She was not wearing armour, just a standard, form-fitting sealant sheathe, and as far as you could see, she carried no weapons.

'You're back, goo... ' she muttered, turned of the omnitool and finally looked at you. Expression on her face changed in an instant, from utter boredom to mortal terror.

'Shit!' she yelped and tried to jump back into the room she came from, but fumbled and fell on her back. 'Who the hell are you? she asked, putting her arms in front of herself in a defensive gesture.

Xander Morhaime:
"Recovery detail," Seren replied in an emotionless tone of voice, cautiously stepping out of the airlock and into the comms tower interior, keeping his rifle trained on the ganger. "Don't do anything stupid and you won't get hurt. Anyone else in this tower?"

The Turian moved to a corner of the room where he'd have a good view of both the current target and the airlock. The girl had been expecting someone to come back, therefore he should too. Feeling he had the situation relatively in hand for the moment, he moved on to gathering extra intel while he still could and had a viable source of it.

"Four questions for you. Where are you keeping the Asari? Where's the rest of your lot? Any backup communication systems aside from this place? And any other vehicles on site other than that shuttle?"

Gargulec:
'Don't shoot me!' she managed to stutter, trembling. The odds of her being combat able were close to nil. She looked at you, as if making sure that you are not bluffing, and then lowered her eyes. 'Please, don't shoot me, I am just here as a medic, Nis... the hostage, she did something stupid and they harmed her and she needed treatment, and my brother works with them so he called me, I am just a doctor, please don't shoot me...' there was a pause, likely her realizing that she is not answering your question and coming dangerously close to getting shot. 'They keep her on the bottom of the main building, in a cell, and most of them are there, only Snorri and...'

Loud footsteps echoed from the corridor leading further in.

'Nikita?' a man exclaimed loudly, and judging by the voice, he was a batarian - and he was coming. 'What the hell is taking you so long, women?!'

Xander Morhaime:
Seren allowed himself a brief smile behind his helmet. One thing you could be sure of with Batarians - most would give you a reason to shoot them as soon as they opened their mouths.

Not wanting to get rid of his informant yet, and more importantly not wanting to tip off the Batarian to his presence, the Turian crouched down so as to present a smaller target, switching his aim from the human to the corridor. At the same time, he raised up a hand with a single finger extended to his face - he hoped she'd get the point to keep quiet. The gesture was brief, though, and he quickly returned the hand to grip his rifle. He didn't want to have to take more than one shot.

Gargulec:
'You're playing jokes with me or what?' the batarian snarled, his footsteps ringing closer every second 'answer me!'

Nikita stayed silent, though, curled up and too terrified to speak or cause any sort of troubles.

And then, the batarian emerged from the corridor, directly before you. A moderately tall creature, wearing a shiny combat suit with a sidearm safely holstered, he looked too annoyed to be careful. A cigarette was hanging from the corner of his mouth, leaving a faint trail of smoke where he walked. He stepped in, noticed Nikita on the floor, raised his eyes in surprise, and then noticed you - and did the worst thing possible. Instead of trying to jump back to cover, he reached for his gun, trying to draw it.

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