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[Xander Morhaime]

Seren thanked the Spirits in his mind for arriving here by low-budget means. A flashy ship likely would've attracted attention, a regular freight hauler on the other hand...

Well, time to earn his paycheck. From his current hiding spot, he spent a minute or two observing the patrol routes of the mechs present on site, checking his observations with the map of predicted patrol routes he'd made based on the aerial observations. The plan at least hadn't changed. Cut comms, sabotage motor pool, extract hostage, mop up. The mechs were an added distraction, but only had to be considered as a safety hazard, rather than an additional target. Bots didn't fall under the category of gang members, after all.

When possible, he'd also sneak a glance up at the comms tower, hoping for signs of activity inside - or a ground-level access point. A door or some such would do nicely.

Once he was relatively sure that the coast was clear of any nearby mechs, the Turian would leave his little shelter and move quickly over to the base of the comms tower, checking around it for a doorway of any sort if he hadn't seen one earlier from the single observation point.

[Gargulec]

The tower remained, as expected, perfectly still. There was a sign of an activity inside, though: a positioning light blinking red on the top of it. Apparently, their connection to extranet was active right now. As for the entry points, it had none, but a low, singe-store building standing next to it had a new airlock installed - as new as the thick bundle of cables connection one of the walls to the comm array proper. Apparently, there was someone inside.

As for the mechs... well, figuring out their patrol routes was hardly difficult task. A pair of them passed next to the tower every ten minutes, then stood frozen in one place for a minute or so before continuing. You could not tell if the pair was one and the same every time, or if they were separate patrols... not from the distance, anyway.

And then, all of the sudden, the airlock swirled open, releasing a single man outside - guessing by his stature, either human or batarian. It was impossible to tell for certain, given that he was wearing a light full-body suit. For a moment, you tensed, fearing detection, but the man paid no attention the wreck you were hiding in, instead just turning towards the crater and starting a descent to the main base.

[Xander Morhaime]

Seren sighed quietly and pulled his rifle from its holster. No arguing about it now, this was hostile territory. He powered up the rifle and turned off the safety, taking a moment to size up the departing person through the sights before turning his attention to the comms tower again. A confined space wasn't the best place for a fight, not with his weapons, but for the time being they didn't seem to be expecting guests.

The Turian waited a little while longer for the gang member to get further away before leaving his cover and making for the tower and its new airlock - and hoping fervently that nobody had thought to lock it lately.

Well, he'd find out in a moment.

[Gargulec]

The leaving mercenary, thankfully, did not bother to lock the airlock behind him: the console next to the door was flashing with inviting green.

The airlock itself was a massive, circular door, apparently added to the building only recently. By the look of it, if locked, it would outlast the building it was protecting.

[Xander Morhaime]

Seren commented mentally on the sloppiness of gang thugs in terms of security, but he wasn't about to complain. Anything that made the job easier for him...

"Well, no sense putting it off any longer," he muttered to himself, keyed in the cycling sequence on the airlock, and stepped in, rifle at the ready. He was a bit tense - first contact tended to be a horrible mess at the best of times - but none the less tried to be ready to engage anything that might be on the other side of the door.

[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.

[Xander Morhaime]

The Turian had a marked advantage, having his weapon out and trained on the general direction of the corridor by the time the Batarian showed his face. Seren didn't fire right away - the few seconds before the ganger noticed him, he relaxed as best he could, corrected his aim, and gradually pulled back the trigger with an exhale of breath.

The gunshots rang out particularly loud in the confined space, the rifle letting off a short burst of four shots.

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[Gargulec]

The women shrieked as four slugs from your rifle lacerated the batarian. He died without word, with surprise forever seared in his all six eyes, his blood spluttering everywhere, drenching Nikita.

'Ohgodgodgodgodgod' she begun to mumble, curling up even tighter - if it was possible. 'Don't hurt me, don't hurt me...'

[Xander Morhaime]

Seren stood up slowly with a shake of his head. "Well, that's one down without raising alarm," he muttered to himself, ticking off one Batarian off the gang's roster.

"Now, this is a fairly important matter, so try to concentrate, hmm?" the Turian said, turning to the human woman. "What was wrong with the Asari that they needed to bring you in, and is the condition still present?" His own medical expertise was rather limited, after all, so if the hostage needed further medical care, it'd be useful to have a more competent medic around. At least for the time being. He could worry about letting her live or not once he exhausted the supply of targets in the main complex.

[Gargulec]

'She... she...' Nikita managed to stutter, covering her head with her arms as if it was going to help anything. 'She did something stupid' she said, finally, not looking at you. 'And got beat bloody... a few broken bones and massive bruising... Snorri will be here any minute' she changed the topic all of sudden. 'Will you shoot him too? Please, please, he has not done anything wrong' she implored, apparently on a verge of a major breakdown.

[Xander Morhaime]

"I can't very well leave either of you behind unattended," Seren began, then paused to consider the situation. The element of surprise would only last so long, and the gang still had a marked advantage in numbers. Maybe there'd be some use out of these humans...

"You convince your brother to assist me in retrieving the Asari, though, and I'll help the two of you get off planet," he added, moving around the room so as to not be immediately visible from the airlock.