#Miner'sRespite – June 14, 2016

Gren has taken to staying around, if to see how this all plays out. He's lazily scratching the scar on his face.

Steve returns to the counter after having taken a phone call at a booth. He doesn't look particularly pleased, letting out a long sigh as he reaches Aylena and Gren. "Wolfe gave me the okay to follow up on this..." he says as he begins to round the bar without being prompted to do so, "...But he ain't happy with the plan. Says we ain't gonna do anything that might put her in danger. I'm gonna head back and see if we can get (Dante)

Philip has remained in the office, watching over Lema. He's passing the time by trying to see if there's anything else she can tell them that could be useful. "So... remember anythin' else 'bout the person that gave ya the gun? What'd they call Aylena again?" (Tyranniac)

Aylena nods. "You do what you have to do, Briggs," she says. "Just keep me posted." She then returns her attention to the patron. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Lema shakes her head. "She is pale and has red markings on her scalp crests," she traces her leftmost crest with a finger, "'cept the middle ones." She glances at the door. "Janysa... Eh... Aehan, I think." She has calmed down during the last few minutes, enough to speak without a stutter while still appearing a little nervous. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Gren simply watches the door, fingers rapping against his armour in a constant rhythm.

Steve gives a nod as he continues through the door and down the hallway. As he reaches the office, he holds his tongue as he listens to the last bit of the back-and-forth between Philip and Lema. Once the asari finishes, he looks to Phil. "She give ya anything we can use?" he asks, "Wolfe wants us to make sure we ain't just leavin' her and Aylena in danger after somethin' like this, but if she ain't got anything we can act on, (Dante)

Philip looks to Steve as he appears in the doorway. "She got the wrong name... Janysa? Does Aylena know anythin' about that?" (Tyranniac)

Lema shakes her head at the mention of parents, but says nothing. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Steve shakes his head and lets out another frustrated sigh, suddenly feeling like an errand boy. "I don't know. Look, get her on the phone and see if she can make contact with these people." he says with a nod towards Lema, "We tried the number and they ain't answerin'." He looks to Lema and gives a slight shrug, "I don't know-... tell 'em security stopped ya and you escaped out the back or somethin'. Maybe they'll wanna set (Dante)

Philip frowns at Steve's bluntness, but nods at his repetition of the name before looking back to Lema. (Tyranniac)

Lema enables her omni-tool, bringing up a document titled 'Janysa Aehan' with a picture of Aylena and a superficial descriptions of her appearance. She holds out her left arm to the side to let the others see it. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Steve leans in slightly, studying the photo for a moment. "Yep, that's Aylena alright..." he sighs as he reads out the full name and commits it to memory. His gaze lifts to Lema and he stares sharply at her. "Make that phone call." he instructs before turning on his heels and giving Phil a glance and exiting the room. He continues up towards the bar but doesn't go beyond the doorframe. "Janysa Aehan." he calls out to Aylena, (Dante)

Gren looks back to Steve, then to Aylena. He remains impassively Krogan as he does so.

Philip nods to Lema as he waits for her to make the call. "It's... the only option we have, seems like." (Tyranniac)

Aylena turns around at Steve calling out the name. "No, it does not," she says before walking towards him and into the hallway, pushing past him if necessary. "Where did you get that from?" she hisses. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Lema frowns and brings her omni-tool hand back. "Okay," she mumbles before bringing up the call interface and placing the call. She is not immediately answering, but neither is she declining it. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Gren trudges after, whether he is wanted or not. He simply lingers in the doorway, waiting for some further explanation.

Steve remains in place, cocking an eyebrow at Aylena as her tone suddenly changes. "Welp, sounds like we just hit a nerve, eh darlin'?" He shrugs his shoulders, nodding further down the hall arbitrarily, "It's what the kindergarden assassin called ya. Has a whole document on you, 'Janysa'. Sounds like whatever trouble was huntin' for 'Janysa' finally found 'Aylena'. Prolly a good time to clue us in on what this is all about." he (Dante

Philip waits in silence for someone to answer the call. (Tyranniac)

Aylena sighs. "Not now," she says. "I'll pay for whatever it takes to eliminate her employers." With that, she makes her way back into the bar. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Steve blinks a couple of times, stepping out of Aylena's way as his gaze moves over to Gren. "Well. That was-... interestin'." he sighs. "Sounds like our friend Janysa has more goin' on than she cares to admit. (Dante)

Gren looks at the human and nods. "After that whole ordeal with Illium, doesn't really surprise me...". He looks towards the office and flicks his head at it. " What's the plan, then?"

Steve gives a shrug, turning on his heels and heading back in the direction of the office, assuming Gren will follow since he's kept his nose stuck in the ordeal so far. "I ain't got one. The boss flushed my plan, so we're seein' if the asari is able to get in touch with the folks she was workin' for. Leads are lookin' slim for now. This is sort of a long shot. If it turns up nothin', then we're just gonna have to call up her (Dante)

Philip 's eyes go wide as he realizes she's looking to him for advice. Having absolutely no idea how to handle the situation he winces and shrugs, looking towards the open doorway as he hears Steve, and quickly poking his head out, stage-whispering "Help!" (Tyranniac)

Lema frowns as Philip doesn't have any way to help. "There... Th-there were c-complications," she says, possibly to stall for time. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Gren snorts and remains silent as the man prattles. As he enters, he moves his stoic gaze to the girl and listens to the ongoing conversation.

Steve turns to face the door once again, frowning at Philip in confusion. As he realizes Lema is making the phone call, he presses a finger to his lips as he glances at the krogan, informing him to remain quiet. He steps into the room and simply stares at Lema with an expectant look as he waits for her to go on with what they discussed. (Dante)

Philip steps back into the room as Steve enters, observing quietly. He shoots him a glance as the person on the other end of the call seems unhelpful. (Tyranniac)

Lema looks up to Philip, then Steve, and then to the omni-tool as expectant stares are the only help she gets. She is visibly shaking. "I... I l-lost my g-gun," she says. "Se-security detained me, b-but I g-got away." (Va`ynna_Atana)

Steve folds his arms across his chest and rests his back up against the wall, giving Lema a nod but his gaze remains on her. (Dante)

Gren has indeed remained silent, looming in the doorway as he glowers at the girl.

Philip seems uneasy at pressuring the young asari to talk to those that threatened her, shifting his weight back and forth and staring at the floor as he listens in silence. (Tyranniac)

Steve gives a loud sigh. "Well. That leaves us back at square one." he says, looking between Phil and Gren for any input. "If the two of ya got any ideas, now would be the time to voice 'em cuz I'm fresh out." (Dante)

Gren shrugs, looking down at the girl. "I'd throw her outside and see what happens..." He says bluntly. "But apparently that isn't an option... Kid, what were you supposed to do with the body after killing her?"

Philip shrugs, frowing at their lack of progress. At Gren's suggestion he stares at the krogan. "Of course that ain't an option!" (Tyranniac)

Lena looks terrified at the krogan's suggestion, and she seems about to get out of her seat before he calls it a non-option. "T-Take a p-p-picture of it." (Va`ynna_Atana)

Gren huffs and looks over his shoulder. "And were you scheduled to meet them again or was the picture supposed to be the end of it?"

Steve brings a hand to his forehead, shaking his head a few times. "We're getting nowhere with this." he mutters in frustration. (Dante)

Philip 's frown remains, and he has little to add to the conversation. (Tyranniac)

Lema frowns. "They d-didn't say," she answers. "I w-wasn't even s-supposed to do more than t-take a picture for th-them to c-compare." (Va`ynna_Atana)

Philip seems puzzled, turning his gaze to Lema again. "Ya said they changed your orders though, didn't ya?" (Tyranniac)

Lema nods. "E-exactly." (Va`ynna_Atana)

Gren listens, not having any suggestions.

Steve continues rubbing at his forehead. "Look, killer. We need something we can act on, alright? If you don't have anything for us, there ain't a lot we can do. Give your parents a call. See about havin' 'em come and pick you up." he says as he glances over at Phil. "I ain't sure what we're supposed to do. Sit around and wait? Hope they don't make another move on Aylena?" (Dante)

Philip is not paying the monitor any attention. He sighs and shakes his head. "I've got nothin'." (Tyranniac)

Lema looks down. "B-but... I d-don't w-want them to know," she says. "C-can you get me out of t-town, so I c-can walk home?" (Va`ynna_Atana)

Steve unlike Philip, isn't a complete waste and, of course, notices the security monitor go offline. Or, at least, notices it's no longer online when his gaze eventually scans across the terminal. "We ain't exactly in the shuttle business." he says somewhat distantly as he pushes away from the wall and begins to approach the terminal. Seemingly having little interest in continuing to chit chat any more than absolutely required (Dante)

Philip frowns at Lema's words. "I reckon lettin' them know what's happened is better than gettin' ya shot, d-..." he looks to Steve. "Huh? Naw, it's been workin' fine..." (Tyranniac)

Gren looks to Briggs. At his words he turns and looks down the corridor. At Phillips words, he draws his claymore. "Then we might have company."

Lema looks towards the video feeds, as well, but she doesn't say anything. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Steve glances to Lema. "Stay. Put." he orders before his gaze returns to the camera feeds, his eyes scanning the other feeds for any sign of danger. "Might just be a coincidence..." he says, although it's clear he doesn't even believe that, "But I know our luck. We got customers up front. If these folks are lookin' to take another shot at Aylena, then we need to get her away from anyone else before this becomes a blood bath." he (Dante

Gren nods and grunts an affirmative. He steps out the doorway to allow the others passage.

Philip nods in agreement. "Right. Yeah. Agreed. Uh... how?" (Tyranniac)

Lema nods and remains seated. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Steve rolls his eyes as he hears Phil and merely pushes past into the hallway. "If they're comin' from the garage, there's only two ways they're gettin' to Aylena, and they both funnel in through this hallway." he says. "Keep it low key for now. Ain't no point in freakin' everyone out just because a camera goes down. I'm gonna go and bring Aylena back here to the security office. Can lock her and small fry in there until we're (Dante)

Philip nods, stepping out into the hallway and looking down it, waiting for Aylena to be brought. (Tyranniac)

Gren nods to the human, not at all phased by being ordered. He keeps his giant form looking down the hallway, cradling his shotgun.

Steve exits the hallway, giving a cautious glance around the front of the bar before stepping over to Aylena. "Got a bit of a problem, darlin'." he says in a whisper, his gaze still darting about the patrons, "Camera went dark out back. Could just be a coincidence, but after what just went down I think it's best if we play it safe and get ya locked up nice and tight in the security office until we can get a read on the (Dante)

Aylena was in the middle of pouring a beer when Steve walked up to her. She simply nods to him before walking over to the asari who ordered it. "Here, on the house," she says with a forced smile before walking to the doorway at a brisk pace. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Steve forces a smile of his own to the asari patron and lifts his hand in an apologetic wave for interupting. He turns on his heels, following behind Aylena as they move through the hall. "Go ahead and unlock your apartment for us so we can make sure they ain't comin' through, alright?" he requests, although it comes out more as a statement. "Who else is workin'? Is Twitch in the kitchen today?" (Dante)

Gregorij curses and leans down against the table, looking around for the broken window. (Tyranniac)

Philip 's attention snaps towards the door to the bar, his right hand going to the grip of his pistol. "Oh shit!" (Tyranniac)

Gren wheels around, looking to the sudden sound of battle. He growls towards Phil. "Cover her!" He says, jabbing a finger at the asari girl before walking out back into the bar. He levels his claymore and looks around.

Steve instinctively gets low at the sound of the explosion and following shot, pressing himself up against the backside of the counter. His hand reaches for his SMG as he looks over to Aylena to make sure she's alright. At the appearance of the krogan, he gestures towards Aylena. "Get her to cover!" he shouts as he thumbs off the safety of his weapon. "They've got a sniper outside!" (Dante)

Aylena falls on all fours, and gets to her feet a few seconds later. She has a bleeding on her crests, but is otherwise unharmed. "I'm fine," she says through gritted teeth, rubbing the side of her neck (Va`ynna_Atana)

Philip pulls his pistol, keeping it lowered as he keeps watch, an uneasy look on his face. (Tyranniac)

Lema does what any mature and calm person would do in this chaos: shriek. She hops out of the seat and hurries over to hide under the desk furthest from the door. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Gren walks over to Aylena and makes to hoist her up. If she allows, he would then use his body as a shield as he makes his way over to the doorway leading to the security room.

Gregorij mutters to himself as he slides out of the booth and into a crouched position on the floor, one hand stuffed inside his jacket. He pulls Anna down to join him in taking cover. (Tyranniac)

Steve remains in place near the counter, only peering up to get a look at which window went kaput. Upon spotting it, he reorients himself to steer clear of any potential danger, remaining pressed up against the counter. "Everyone stay down! We'll have this under control shortly!" he shouts as best as he can over the panicked crowd. (Dante)

Aylena doesn't protest to the krogan's help. "Call for reinforcements," she says. "You can't let them pin us down." (Va`ynna_Atana)

Philip moves aside as the krogan comes escorting Aylena, pressing against the wall of the corridor to let them through. "What's happenin'?!" (Tyranniac)

Gren places Aylena down and urges her into the security room. "Sniper," he says bluntly. He then turns towards Briggs. "Call your people!"

Va'ynna has not contacted anyone since the explosion. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Steve makes no attempt at moving. Opting instead to wait the sniper out. After all, they need to come in if they want a shot at their target. "Yeah, let me just ask this sniper if he minds givin' me a second to make a phone call." he shouts back, "C'mon, cow herder! You heard him. Get some reinforcements out here!" (Dante)

Aylena walks into the security office at a brisk pace, keeping her head down. The two crest tips are still bleeding, some drops falling on her dress and the floor. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Philip nods, taking a moment before he processes the instructions and takes out his omni-tool. He starts a call to Jason, eyes still on the door to the bar. (Tyranniac)

Lema remains where she is, sitting with her knees against her chest. (Va`ynna_Atana)

Philip speaks into his omni-tool while keeping watch still. "There's a sniper! Outside the Respite! Steve said to call for help!" (Tyranniac)

Gren takes cover next to Briggs, though he is still partly peeking out of the cover due to his size. He grunts and rolls his shoulders.

Philip nods even though Jason can see it. "Y-... yeah. Got it." (Tyranniac)

Steve glances over at Gren, giving a shake of his head. "No idea where the shooter is. You get eyes on it?" he asks, "Without my gear, I ain't chancin' it by stickin' my head out there. Good way to earn a new earhole." (Dante)

Gren calmly peers over the top, looking for an angle on the shooter.

Aylena moves the chair up to the desk and sits down, watching the video feeds. She taps on the interface, and one of the feeds pans around to find Va'ynna sitting up against a shelf in the windowsless storage room that is behind the wall before her. The bleeding on her crests has either gone unnoticed or ignored. (Va`ynna_Atana)