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Assassination	By : DarkWolves Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 21509 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 6- The Pursuit

An artificial morning broke far too quickly over the station than either of them would have liked. Wrex awakened with a groggy, reptilian ‘Uggh’. He felt the reassuring weight of his shotgun braced against his armoured chest; he always slept with his weapon in hand, especially on a station full of gangs, murderers, rapists and thieves. It was one of the reasons why he’d managed to survive so long. Wrex rose from his bed, brandishing his shotgun before him as a warning to any who may be lying in wait. He slipped off of the mattress, the springs groaning as his massive weight was finally released.
Wrex stepped into the hall which connected the ring of storage rooms and living quarters which made up the back rooms of Xylten’s store. Wrex strode down the hall; pressing his palm against the door he entered Aleena’s room. Her bed was empty; the room was stripped bare of her weapons and armour. Wrex instinctively brought his weapon up to his chest, wary in case whatever force had taken her still lingered. The room was devoid of evidence to suggest foul play, which indicated that Aleena had left of her own freewill. Wrex stepped towards the bed, placing his palm against the sheets the bed was cold, she was long gone. Wrex sheathed his weapon in frustration, stepping out of the room his heavy stomps resonating his anger. Xylten appeared from his office to witness the commotion. “Concerned. What seems to be the problem Wrex?”
“Aleena is gone” Wrex did not break stride as he passed Xylten deeper into the building.
“Shocked. Was she taken by force” Xylten followed Wrex into his room, he found Wrex in his room, gathering what few possessions he had with him.
“No, looks like she jumped ship last night”
Wrex retrieved his Assault Rifle leaning against the wall, he bounced the weapon in his hands, reviewing the delicate instrument with practiced efficiency. Wrex turned the weapon on the wall, testing the balance and aligning the sight. Wrex fired the weapon into a blank section of wall; the device coughed with an audible clunk, the inner workings having been disabled. The realization quickly dawned on Wrex. “Damn Schutta disabled my weapons”
“Surprised. How did she do it? Perhaps I could repair them?”
Wrex discarded the empty shell onto the bed, retrieving the accompanying sniper rifle lying beside it, a similar result followed with the weapon. “I don’t know, and I can’t waste time trying to find out”
Wrex pulled his Shotgun from his belt, the weapon unfolding in his hand, he engaged the trigger, a constellation of smoking holes appearing in the wall. “Seems your Shotgun works at least” The Elcor commented casually, bullet holes a common occurrence on the station.
“She probably did not want to take the risk trying to take it off me, or perhaps she just wanted to keep things interesting for a little while longer” Wrex stowed his one working weapon at his hip, turning to face his friend. “Thank you Xylten. I’ll see you again the next time I’m tasked to hunt down another lifelong friend” And with that he left to resume the hunt.

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“Shar” Wrex walked through the busy city streets- unsure and uncaring about exactly where he was going. The COM came to life.
“Wrex, did you make any progress after your sudden rush of criminal honour last night?” Wrex could hear the poison seeping into Shars voice.
“Aleena got away” Wrex was careful to avoid any indication of their pact last night, lest it compromise his deal with Alas. “I need you to keep an eye on the spaceports. Things are developing faster than either of us could anticipate, she may make a run for it” Wrex knew that Aleena would never abandon their contest until at least one of them was dead, but for now it helped keep Shar off of his back for a few hours, it was worth it.
“Right, and what are you going to do?” Shar inquired. Wrex suddenly came to a halt in mid-step. “How do you know she hasn’t already left the station immediately after you had your little morality moment? And-”
“Hey. Are you Wrex?” he heard a voice just behind him.
Wrex could already decipher from the tone of the voice that it was. “Shar, I just got something here. I’ll call you back” Wrex closed his COM, turning to face the source of the voice he encountered the barrel of a pistol wavering in his face.
“You Wrex?” the human mercenary at the end of the weapon repeated. The guy was young, dark skinned, dressed in heavy ballistic armour, behind him stood a Turian in a similar uniform. The crowd flowed casually around them, continuing their commute as if this were a daily occurrence, which on this station probably was. The quality of their equipment clearly surpassed their experience in using it, not having proper intelligence before intercepting your target, confronting them in the open street and drawing attention to yourself before striking were all ways of preventing a chance of long life as a mercenary.
“Yeah” Wrex said plainly.
“Kixx says goodbye” it appeared this kid had learnt his trade from the Holo-vids.
Wrex lashed out with his hand grasping for the mercs throat, his large fingers clamping around the humans fragile wind pipe, his muscles starved of the oxygen required to draw his weapon to bear. The Turian escorting the human brought his weapon to bear against Wrex, pulling the trigger a barrage of tiny projectiles emerged from the barrel of his gun. Wrex pulled the human tightly against his chest as a shield, the mercs kinetic barrier absorbing the blunt force impacts. Wrex ensured to keep his hostage between him and his assailant, stepping in time to the Turians attempts to circle around him, the movements made easier as the street was now abandoned by the majority of commuters who valued their lives.
The mercenaries’ kinetic barrier collapsed, Wrexs time was over. Wrex threw the human forward with impressive force, striking his partner his dead weight brought his partner down crashing violently to the deck, allowing Wrex to span the step across the gap between them he drew his blade from its sheath in one fluid motion. The Turian threw the dead weight of the corpse off of himself in time to feel the full force of Wrex’s boot being pressed down upon his alien throat. Wrex’s momentum carried him forward, allowing him to plunge his blade into the creatures chest with powerful force, the kinetic barrier unable to save him, the tip of the blade slowed as it encountered the resistance of his armour. But the advance continued and the blade pierced through the metal plating, digging into the creature’s soft flesh beneath it. Wrex twisted the blade in its hold, eliciting a few final desperate cries of pain before his adversary finally succumbed to the maws of death.
Wrex withdrew his blade from the Turians chest; rising to his feet he wiped the blade clean on the dead man’s armour before returning it to its sheath. Wrex took the moment of silence to inspect his prize, the weapons the mercs had instead turned out to be modest Quarian redesigns of old Turian technology. He held the weapon in his arms, wandering sight, uneven weight balance, and slippery grip. The Battlemaster would have eagerly smashed the piece of junk over the mercs head simply for daring to carry such an offensive copy if he did not require it so readily, and if his target were still alive to feel the impact.
Wrexs COM link came to life, drawing him from his thoughts. “Wrex, are you receiving?” Xylten’s lumbering voice asked through his communicator.
“Yeah Xylten, I’m ok. What is it?”
“Hopeful. I just received a report from one of my agents in the stations medical facility; you may want to hear this”

*************Ten minutes earlier*****************
Aleena felt bad about a lot of things in this situation. She raised her arm over her head, discharging her pistol held in her hand into the ceiling above her. She lowered the weapon so she held it at arm’s length, directly into the face of the orderly shaking in front of her. “Open it”
The human was shaking violently with uncontrolled fear, the prospect of death coming after him an entirely new phenomenon to him. The orderly tapped at the doors keypad with quivering hands, his fear racked mind attempting to remember the combination. Aleena did not have time to waste, someone would have heard the shots and attracted the attention of whatever passed for security in a hospital on a station run by gangs, and where ever they were being drawn Wrex would soon follow. Aleena fired another shot of encouragement into the air, startling the orderly with a light yelp. He threw his palm against the scanner, allowing the system to confirm his identity before the secure door finally opened.
The orderly turned to face his captor, waiting for her verdict on his fate. Aleena placed the gun to his forehead. “Run. If you tell anyone about me I’ll kill you”
His face beamed with hope. “Thank you. Thank you” he wheezed past shaking lips, running down the corridor with hurried urgency, keen to enjoy his continuing life to the fullest. Aleena knew he was far too scared to be any threat and another trail of bodies would only lead Wrex ever closer to her.
Aleena stepped through the now opened door, slamming it shut and securing it behind herself. She emerged into an operating theatre; the room was lined with medical supplies, equipment, Medi-gel, everything she would need to get herself back into fighting condition.
Aleena unclipped her weapons from her back, laying them down beside her. She retained her pistol on her belt, just in case. Aleena unfastened the clamps which held her armour tightly to her skin, releasing a sudden rush of stale air laced with the feral stench of dry blood wafted into the otherwise sterile environment, Aleena braced her chest plate against the base of the operating bed. Aleena examined her now exposed stomach, the fresh bandages Wrex had applied the night before were now coarse and the bright blue stains had turned dark and stale purple. Aleena peeled back the layers that were encapsulating her torso, the stains of each layer worsening the deeper she delved. Eventually, with a painful hiss as the wounds were once again agitated, she pulled back the final layer. The true extent of the damage was only visible once the bandages had been removed, the flesh around the entry wounds had become torn and damaged by the initial impacts and then again by Wrex’s attempts to remove the projectiles. The medi-gel she had used had helped to seal the wounds sufficiently that she would not bleed to death, but proper surgery was still urgently required.
Aleena retrieved another canister of medi-gel from the supply closet, injecting the substance against the worst spots which still wept drops of bright blue blood. The soft fluid seeped into her skin, creating a protective sheen over the wounds to prevent infection. Aleena retrieved a roll of bandages, wrapping them tightly around her torso in an effort to seal the wounds.
A powerful crash resonated against the hardened door to the Operating Room. Aleena snapped around, retrieving her pistol from her belt and turning it on her target in a single graceful arc. Her target was in her sights, but there was no need to fire. “So you finally caught up with me did you?”

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Wrex could not believe how this had turned out. He had just charged across half the station, shot his way through a dozen gang members assigned to guard the building with orders to ‘Shoot anyone trying to get in until we get the Asari bitch chasing her next fix of Red Sand’ and his target finally stood less than 20ft away from him. And yet he still could not reach her solely because of a single set of heavily reinforced doors sealing the entrance to the operating room. The gang lords controlling the facility had invested in only the best security systems to maintain the safety of their product from the scores of drug addicts roaming the streets in search of their next fix.
“So what do we do now then?” Wrex inquired, with building frustration as Aleena lowered her weapon.
Aleena resumed her delicate work with all the speed and urgency of someone who had all the time in the world, wrapping her final layer of bandages around her torso. “Well I’m safely secured inside this reinforced room and you’re out there. And I believe it shouldn’t be too long before more gang members’ turn up to intercept the intruders”
Wrex brought his weapon into view. “I just killed a dozen armed guards with a cheap knock off Shotgun to get here. What makes you think I cannot handle a few more?”
“I don’t doubt you’ll be able to kill them” a devious smile grew on the Asaris lips. “It’s just before they get to me they have to go through you”
A sudden, sharp click resonated through the room’s one after the other. The entire floor was suddenly bathed in perpetual darkness. The red tinted emergency lights engaged overhead, draping the two of them in blood red light. “And let me guess- you disabled the facilities power generator so I couldn’t hack the door controls?”
Aleena looked as dumbfounded as him. “I didn’t do that” Aleena’s voice was laced thick with fear, she spoke the truth.

**************************Ten minutes earlier********************************
Kixx stepped through the perimeter security doors. The low level entryways could be easily hacked with the codes he had memorised decades ago, but he knew that once he entered the higher levels of security he would have to become a bit more creative in his entry methods.
“Halt!” a mechanically augmented voice called out to him, he begrudgingly obeyed their command. Ahead of him was another heavily reinforced steel door, flanked on either side by two Turian guards in jet black combat armour. Along with the usual business interests such as Red Sand dealing, Asari slaves, Illegal weapon modifications etc the stations larger gangs also held control over the stations Spaceport, Med clinic, Power plant and other main surfaces, allowing them to supplement their already bloated revenues. This also meant the controlling gangs maintained the security to protect their assets. Most of these facilities were operated by the Dark Wolf and his gang. He was not going to appreciate what Kixx was planning, if he had even still been alive to care.
“I have orders from your boss; I require access to the Environmental Control Room” Kixx attempted to bluff his way past the guards, solely with the hope of conserving time and ammunition.
“No one gets in here without authorization” The Turian answered, his mouth piece amplifying his booming voice.
“You got shit in your ears?” Kixx asked the guard. “Your boss sent me down here, so open the door and let me do my job”
The Turian finally gave in to his frustration, raising his Assault Rifle to face Kixx. “No one gets in without authorization”
Kixx’s patience finally ended. Kixx lashed out towards the offending guard, his right punch wrenching the soldier’s weapon off target, his left hand clasped tightly around the guards exposed neck. Kixx utilized his momentum to slam the guard into the wall behind him with great force. The guards’ partner attempted to draw his Assault Rifle up against his enemy but Kixx moved too quickly for the Turian to catch, drawing his Shotgun on the second guard before he could react.
The two combatants simply glared at eachother from across the divide, each with their weapons trained on the other, each prepared to do what needed to be done, it was important for Kixx to show that he had the upper hand. While he was the one holding the hostage these two held the code to open the door. But while Kixx only needed one alive to gain the code a firefight would likely ending up killing both the guards before the necessary information could be extracted. He would have to proceed carefully.
Kixx decided to make the first move. “Open it” Kixx’s tone was solid his voice unwavering as he braced his Turian hostage to the wall, the guard refused to surrender to his blackmail. Kixx increased the pressure around the guards neck, ensuring that his point was effectively made, his partner finally conceded.
Kixx lowered his weapon with careful slowness, he turned to face the control panel, typing in the memorized code with a spat curse. The door lock disengaged, the two sections of the door separating to reveal the room beyond. Kixx’s reptilian lips curled into a crude smile. He brought his captive up to his chest, keeping his weapon centred on the remaining guard. Kixx side stepped around him, the two opposing sides never breaking eye contact or faltering the tight grips on their weapons. Kixx stepped across the seam of the door, now the engagement was to end.
Kixx pushed his captive away from his chest, the mercenary stumbling forward, the two guards’ struck eachother, their combined weight collapsing in a painful heap on the floor. With grace and speed Kixx drew a grenade from his belt, primed it and threw it towards the mercs in one smooth arc. The device latched onto the floor before them, one guard foresaw their impending doom and scrambled for the device in hopes of saving himself. Kixx tapped the door control, sealing the door between them. The resounding ‘thump’ on the other side told him that the deed was done.
Kixx stepped deeper into the room he had entered. The room was lit with a faint blue glow, the large computer screen at the far end of the room contrasting with a bright orange radiance which seemed to warm him the closer he came to it. Kixx reached the computer, before him lay an array of holographic and physical controls he could utilize to manipulate the stations systems.
This station had been constructed generations ago by the Salarians for use as a listening post to observe positions within the system. As technology advanced the value of the station began to deteriorate until the Salarian government decided to abandon the enterprise entirely. The station then became a hot bed for the criminals still inhabiting it today. In order to remain hidden from enemy sensors the station remained in the shadow of one of the local planets moons for the majority of its rotation around the systems central sun. To avoid detection by having shipments of Element Zero delivered the station relied upon solar energy, emerging every few years to recharge the half-dozen cells attached to the base of the station. These cells would then be used to power the stations functions for the next period before the stations next recharge. But frankly Kixx didn’t care about the clever science behind this; he was solely here for one thing, the Deadlocks. The stations systems required only a fraction of the energy collected at any one time to deal with the loads, the deadlocks were in place control and correctly distribute the energy across the station, preventing systems from overloading or going critical. These systems could only be accessed by the stations commanding officer, now the largest gang leader.
Kixx removed the security card he had stolen from the Dark Wolf’s corpse, injecting the device into the terminal. He knew now that both Aleena and Wrex were on the station, he also knew that the two were involved in some kind of contest to see who could kill the other, likely because someone had offered each of them a significant reward for the others head. Kixx also knew that if he confronted either of them directly their sense of ‘Honour’ would likely force the two of them to unite against their common enemy. Instead Kixx had decided to opt for a more indirect approach.
The terminal beeped its acknowledgement, the program had engaged. A blueprint of the station appeared on the screen, its semi-circular crown supporting the spire like extension beneath it, the underside of the station pocketed by glowing orange tanks. Only one of the tanks led a trail of orange trailing towards the dark blue centre of the station. One by one the others quickly followed suit, each cutting pathways through the dark blue void to meet in the centre. The final pathway’s met and the screen was suddenly awash with fiery red warnings and alerts, accompanied by the feral scream of sirens which punctured through the looming silence. Kixx’s work was done, his plan was in motion. He simply left the control room and the station to its fate.

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“So Kixx tried to kill you and Aleena” Shepard asked.
“Yeap, we’d both worked with him on jobs before. We knew he was a cold, heartless bastard, the type to get the job done no matter the cost in lives”
“Kind of remind you of someone?” Jane asked.
“Humph” Wrex had to admit the similarities between Kixx and Saren was striking. “Yeah, well I am sure they will have plenty of good throat-cutting strategies to discuss in the void”

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“At this point neither of us knew what Kixx had done. We just assumed the stations equipment had finally failed. We did not know how far he was willing to go to see us both dead”
Wrex and Aleena could only stare dumbfounded at eachother from across the divide, each unsure of exactly how the situation had changed but both knowing full well that it had changed dramatically. The tension was only broken by a sudden explosion which cascaded through the room in a resounding wave of crashes, forcing Wrex and Aleena to brace against the wall for support. Wrex rose back to his feet, his COM link suddenly came to life as if awakened by the energy of the explosion. “Wrex can you hear me?” Xylten’s slow, lumbering voice resounded in his earpiece.
“Xylten, what just happened?” Wrex pleaded.
“Emergency. The stations power plant just went critical” Xylten’s tone remained flatly stable. “My spies saw Kixx enter the building shortly before, it is likely he caused the explosion”
“He’s trying to get both of us” the realization struck Aleena.
“Aleena, it is good to hear you are alive. You must both get off the station; the reactor has become unstable and the entire station is likely to explode. I am heading for my ship, you should do the same”
“Roger that. I’m heading for the Anaconda” Wrex closed the COM link, turning back to face Aleena. “Why don’t we call this one a tie?”
Aleena smiled, leaning forward she lay a kiss on the glass of the door separating them. “For now” Aleena quickly scrambled back to retrieve her weapons. Wrex expected her to disengage the lock and follow with him, but it seemed she was a little smarter than that. While the thought had crossed him to simply shoot her when she opened the door the currently escalating situation and his honour as a Mercenary concerned him more than disappointing the Volus. Aleena leant down and removed the grate covering the access to the air vent on the far side of the door.
With one final glance over her shoulder she passed Wrex a carefree smile before she disappeared into the vent, leaving Wrex alone to ponder his situation. Wrex quickly realized there was little left tying him to this station and its doomed fate. So he did the only thing he had left, he turned on his heel and charged down the corridor. He was ready to get off this god forsaken station.

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“Wrex, Urdnot Wrex are you receiving me?”
Wrex lashed out with the butt of his rifle, beating back another deranged looter as they grasped for the weapons secured at his back. Wrex fought back against their ravenous hands, discharging a few wild shots from his assault rifle into the air in an attempt to keep his aggressors at arms length. The act only seemed to instil the rampant creatures to fight with greater ferocity as they clawed for the weapons they hoped would be their way off of this station.
All around him hundreds of terrified civilians scrambled through the Spaceport in desperate search of any ship they could use to get clear of the station. A natural break finally occurred in the motions of the people surrounding Wrex, freeing his arm to allow him to answer his COM link. “Shar, what is it I’m busy!?” Wrex smashed his gauntleted hand into some unlucky scavengers face, their fingers wrapped around his weapon loosened, falling free of their hold.
“The stations security network just went down. I am analysing a flood of COM traffic, from what I can decipher the stations core is going critical. I assume that's your doing?”
“It was Kixx” Wrex tapped into the anger building up inside of him, using it to fuel his biotic abilities he lashed out all his energy in a single direction, forcing out a concussive wave to tear through the group surrounding him, leaving a ravenous scar in the surface of the deck as the people were thrown into the air and crashed to the floor in a painful heap. The realization that he was a biotic seemed to deter the scavengers far faster than any physical display of aggression. “Kixx sent the station into melt down in order to kill Aleena and me”
“She hasn’t left the station. I found her in the medical bay; crazy schutta locked herself in the secure Med-centre and escaped through the ventilation system”
Shar pondered the response “Then how are we proceeding?”
“Well I am getting off this death trap” Wrex charged through the Spaceport. “Whether Aleena makes it off the station is not my concern”
“Mr. Alas is not going to like that” Shar sounded almost serious.
“Sod Alas. As long as both of us are breathing the bounty is still live, until either I or Aleena are dead we will keep hunting eachother”
“I am sure Mr. Alas will hold you to that, if you make it back” Shar ended the conversation, allowing Wrex to return to the situation at hand.
Wrex finally reached his destination, the secure hanger bay where the Anaconda was docked. The airlock controls were marked and scratched in several places; looters had obviously made attempts to hijack his craft, assuming they could either guess the code or failing that smash their way through to force the door open, but in truth the keypad was merely camouflage. Wrex yanked the fake covering loose, exposing the array of additional scanners and security devices beneath it. Wrex removed the gauntlet covering his right hand, placing it against the metal, feeling a sharp stab of pain ripping through his hand as a thin needle extended to pierce his flesh, draining a sample of blood to confirm his identity. The system analysed the temperature and composition of the sample to ensure this was a live sample rather than one collected earlier. The computer beeped its acknowledgement, the airlock doors parting before him as he re-secured his armour in place.
Wrex ran up the loading ramp, the Anaconda appeared undisturbed. He ran through the inner chambers and into the cockpit, engaging the engines as soon as his hands met the controls. The ship lifted gracefully off the deck, oblivious to the danger surrounding it as the station shook itself to pieces. The Anaconda leapt out of the confines of the hanger and out into open space.
The situation outside however was deteriorating far faster than on the inside. The entire station was surrounded by a fleet of ships, the majority of them fleeing at top speed towards the edge of the system to get clear of the blast radius. Wrex manoeuvred the ship at high speed, evading the ships as best he could he finally cleared the bulk of the ships surrounding the station, emerging in open space.
Wrex brought the engines back to idle, the gentle hum soothing his racked mind as the effects of his adrenaline high finally subsided, the full brunt of his ordeal collapsing down on top of him. The Krogan rubbed his gloved hand against his temple, attempting to sooth his tense muscles. Wrexs COM link beeped to life, breaking the looming silence he had craved so intensely.
Wrex begrudgingly answered the call, expecting a flurry of wheezed demands and complaints from Alas or his lapdog Shar. Surprisingly the screen was taken up by Xylten’s large form. “Glad. It is good to see you made it out alive, Wrex”
“Yeah” Wrex looked up through the view screen just in time to see the station finally collapse beneath its own weight, its structure buckling, and the cracks in its surface venting atmosphere into space. The broken wreck exploded as the flammable gases within station ignited under the intense heat. The concentrated flash of light dissipated as quickly as it had come, the burning metal quickly cooling in the vacuum of space. “Any idea if Aleena made it out alive?” his concern was both for her safety and that of his bounty.
Xylten pondered the question for a moment. “Just this”
A portion of Wrex’s screen darkened to a deep blue accompanying the words “Better luck next time” appeared on the screen, mocking him.
Wrex just had to laugh at Aleena’s sense of humour. He knew could he have questioned Xylten about the notes authenticity but he trusted Xylten, he knew the note was genuine. Wrex also noted that everything besides the note itself had been wiped, no tracking code, no terminal ID. “Smart girl” he muttered beneath his breath. “Thanks Xylten. We’ll see eachother next time I have a target to track down right outside your place of business” Wrex terminated the link. Nothing else needed to be said between them. They both knew what this meant- for Aleena, for Wrex.
Wrex activated the ships built in auto-pilot system, setting it to lead the ship on a random heading through several Mass Relays before finally returning to the Citadel. Alas was not going to like what he had to say when he walked back into his fancy office.

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Alas set his large elbows onto his desk, his hands supporting his head as he wheezed in several strained breaths. It took all of his energy to meet the mercenary’s eyes and all of his restraints to not either have him thrown out of his office or be shot on the spot.
“Let me get this straight” Alas sucked in a few more breaths through his filter before continuing. “I offer you good money to kill one person. You track her down to the station; you corner her in a secure room. And then you just let her go?!” his voice modulator screeched with the strain of saying the last few words.
Wrex simply shrugged his wide shoulders, his armour moving seamlessly in time with his body. “I couldn’t get through the reinforced security door, the station was exploding. Nothing I could do”
“You could have found her again!” Alas wheezed. “You could have put a bullet in her thick, stripper head; like we agreed!”
“Trust me Aleena’s not that easy to kill” Wrex remained stone-faced. “You only ever find her when she allows you too. You on the other hand are not so hard to find”
“What do you mean?” Alas’s heart raced in his chest.
“I mean she is alive, she is still out there” Wrex answered.
“And what makes you so sure she is still alive?” Alas was sceptical.
“A message I received after the station collapsed. No tracking number, no ID. It’s definitely Aleena”. Alas’s breathing rate noticeably increased. Wrex chuckled at the sight. “And exactly how long do you think it will be before she deciphers you were the one who sent me after her? Most hired guns, they are usually ordered by the disgruntled ex”
Alas stirred in his seat. “It does not matter. She wouldn’t be able to get onto the Citadel let alone past my security”
Wrex laughed openly at his bold remark. “You hired ME to kill her. That means you know what she is capable of. You really think these three-” he indicated Shar and the guards with a wave of his giant hand. “Are goanna stop Aleena when she has a grudge?” Wrex shook his head, slowly. “Nope” Wrex stepped forward, pressing his gauntleted fists down onto Alas’s fancy desk to maintain his large weight. “You wanna survive the week, you are goanna have to hire me full time”
“What!” Alas’s respirator suddenly jolted as the shock roiled through his body. He began to take slow, deliberate breaths, calming his haywire systems to prevent an entire lapse. The realization quickly settled on him, he knew this was his only option. “Very well, but you can forget about being paid for that last assignment. You still report to me and Captain Shar”
Wrex shrugged. “Fine” he rose himself to full height. “I’ll see you tomorrow” And with that he turned to leave. As soon as he was clear of the Presidium he was heading straight for Choras Den. There was no way he was going to spend the last night before beginning what would likely be the most boring assignment of his career sober and alone.
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