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Making contact with Avoren Security. Sioria returning from assignment. (Skipping Work)
Uvena steps into the locker rooms. "At least we know what happened to her," she says. "It still don't make me feel any good about it, but it's... better than what we had an hour ago." She approaches Victoria.
Victoria just leaned against her locker and looked at Uvena "They are fucking with the wrong people. I want to destroy them."
Uvena sighs. "So do I, so do I," she stops right in front of her and pats her shoulder. "I don't think she'll want you to get badly hurt or... woser trying to get her. Be careful out there."
Victoria just sighs "I know. Mendez already to keep my emotions check. It is just difficult." She admits to the asari.
Uvena nods. "And Jason told me to not go ahead on my own," she says. "I'll... I think I should justt await orders, and be ready to leave at any time."
Victoria looks down at the ground "And I shall try to stop myself from going to my ship and turning their office to dust after all of this." She states with a voice that almost sounds like she is speaking the truth.
Uvena frowns and tilts her head. "Let's not start a war between two states over this," she says, "especially before we know it's... them who did this."
Uvena nods. "They better start running once Va'ynna is secure," she says, "but I'd leave their company out of it. If they try anything else, though..."
Victoria gives a nod "Probably be better to teach them a lesson. And that this whole thing has been sorted, because they are the one currently playing with fire." She told the asari in an honest tone.
Uvena places a hand on her arm. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves," she says. "I don't think our managment will appreciate it if we went on a rampage in a neighboring city state. No matter how much they deserve it."
Victoria just sighs "Sorry. I'm not thinking right." She admits to the asari "I could have prevented all of this, if I went with her."
Uvena shakes her head, and without warning, wraps her arms around her in a hug; an akward one due to them both being in hardsuist, but a hug nontheles. "You have important business to conduct," she says. "It's I who should have gone with her. Instead I went to look at an apartment."
Victoria is surprised at first by the awkward hug, but she decides to awkwardly hug the asari back "I guess we both mess up." She admits "But we will get her back."
Victoria remains silent for a few moments before saying anything "We will make it up to her, by getting her back safely."
Jason appears in the doorway of the locker room, but remains silent for a few seconds, not sure what a proper way of interrupting might be. Finally, he simply clears his throat and leans against the doorframe. "I-... uhh.... I just wanted to let you know I spoke with Linda and she's already speaking with Linissa authority to get permission for us to operate within their borders..." he
informs. He reaches up, rubbing at the back of his head awkwardly with a metallic hand as he lets out a frustrated sigh. "...I know what you must be going through, Vicky." he offers awkwardly, not feeling particularly comfortable approaching the subject, "When Linda was missing, there wasn't anything I wouldn't have done to bring her home..." He brings his hand down, slowly extending it
out in front of him and rotating it at the wrist as he studies it, a humorless chuckle escaping him as he gives a roll of his eyes and looks away from the pair. "V is important to me. I just-... I need you both to know that. And I need you to believe me when I say I'm going to bring her home. No matter what it takes. We just need to do this the right way and make sure nobody else gets
Uvena lets go of the hug while Jason is speaking. "Yeah,... I understand," she says. "I want to be on the team that gets out, but it's probably best to leave the decision-making to you."
Victoria lets go of the hug as well. "Understood." She says with a nod. "I want in on the team as well, but if you don't think it is wise for me to join. I understand."
Jason gives a couple of slow nods, unsure of how to answer at first. Deciding it's best to simply sidestep the subject for now, he merely offers a sigh. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, I'm gonna head back to my office and try reaching out to Avoren Security and makes sure we've got the right assholes in our crosshairs." He takes a step back, placing a hand on the
frame of the door as he gives one last nod. "Try and keep yourselves occupied for now. I know it might seem like we're wasting time, but I've rushed enough shit in my life due to impulse and panic. It never ends well. We owe it to V to do this right." He gives the doorframe a pat before stepping back out into the hall.
Jason returns to his desk downstairs and closes the door, settling into his seat with a sigh. He turns his terminal on and begins following up on Sioria's search into Avoren Security, looking for any sort of contact information he can find. A number to call, a place to send messages, whatever he can drum up.
Jason places the call and awaits an answer, tapping his metallic fingers against his desk impatiently.
Someone on the other end picks up just before it's about to time out. "Avoren Security, you're speaking to Irelia," a female voice responds. "How may I help you?"
Jason frowns as his comms begins to chirp with Sioria's voice. Poor timing. He quickly gets to typing on his terminal as the call is picked up. "Good morning." he responds to the call, "My name is Jason Wolfe. I'm looking for someone within your company by the name of Taro Avoren." he says plainly, hoping merely mentioning the name will be enough.
She takes a few seconds to respond. "I'm sorry, he's busy at the moment," she says. "I can convey a message if you'd like, and have him contact you if he's interested."
Jason frowns as he receives another message from Sioria, biting down as his fingers move to type out a response. "No. This is the sort of call he's going to want to take himself. Trust me. Tell him Redrock Agency is calling about Va'ynna Atana. I'm sure he'll want to talk to me." he says, no small amount of frustration in his voice.
There is a sigh heard before the response. "He is currently in a meeting elsewhere," she says. "As someone providing the same kinds of services, I hope you can understand the lack of specificity in that."
Jason sucks in a deep breath through his nose. "Then pull him out of his meeting." he says through gritted teeth, doing his best to keep his composure. Realizing arguing with the woman is likely to get him nowhere fast, he takes it back a notch. "Given that you're supposed to be the head of that extortion ring you call a company, I'm going to assume you know what's going on. Taro
has a half hour to get in touch with me if there's any chance of this altercation ending in a way that may be beneficial to your company. Understand me? Thirty minutes. Thirty one pass, and I won't be answering calls any more. Thirty two and I'll be knocking on your door."
"Calm down, sir," she says. "Let's start from the beginning. You mentioned someone named Va'ynna Atana, and that Mr. Avoren is involved. What is this all even about?"
Sioria finally gets back to the Redrock building and heads upstairs. Undoubtedly, she'd find the gang in the rec room. She pokes her head around the corner before leaning in the door frame. "Hi."
Jason remains in his office, boots propped up on his desk as he waits impatiently for a call, more frustration seeping in as each moment passes by.
Victoria is still in the locker room by herself. She sent a message to her crew to go back to the ship and standby there.
Mendez is seated at the couch looking over a datapad. He glances at Sioria, but remains silent as his gaze shifts back to what he was previously looking over.
Sioria shakes her head. "Nah, he wasn't having it. Decided not to press it further after I was looking down the barrel of his shotgun." she says with mild annoyance. "Dickhead..."
Uvena clenches a fist at hearing about him being unhelpful. "You should have killed him," she says before returning her gaze to the screen. "That's what I would have done."
Mendez snorts loudly. "Right. Because running around killing dirtbags all over town makes us the good guys, right...?" he asks sarcastically.
Uvena looks over at him. "His thug almost killed me, remember?" she asks. "And now this.... I think I have the right to wish for his death."
Jason swings his legs off of his desk and reaches over to accept the call without hesitation. "I asked for Taro Avoren." he states plainly. "I assume you have the authority to speak for him? Or did you just decide that wasting my time might be a good idea?"
Her voice is lowered when she speaks. "He doesn't want to talk with you," she says, "but he's taking your threat very seriously."
Mendez gives a shake of his head. "He's a little fish in a large ocean. His death wouldn't stop anything. It wouldn't get your daughter back. It wouldn't make you feel any better. It would just get blood on your hands and drag you down to his level. Save it for the ones that really deserve it. When it will make a difference." he responds, his tone one of disinterest, eyes still on his datapad.
My threat? He kidnapped the daughter of one of my employees. This is his opportunity to make his demands heard. I don't know what sort of game you people are playing, but we've got eye witnesses and video footage. Get Taro on the line. This doesn't have to get ugly, but I take the safety of my people and their family very seriously, you understand me?
Sioria looks between Mendez and Uvena. "Pretty sure killing anyone in this situation isn't a good idea. Might spark a war, or worse." she says, crossing her arms. "I dunno about you guys, but I sleep a lot better in peace times."
"I looked into it," she says, still keeping her voice low. "The contract we had on Atana's debt was terminated per the client's request. We kept our deposit and called our people back."
Uvena sighs and resumes looking at the screen. "I'm sorry," she says. "I'm... just having a bad day. I'll defer to Wolfe for this entire operation."
Mendez gives a shrug. "You're angry. It's understandable." he says, swiping a finger across his datapad. "Wolfe will get her back. He's a lot of things- not all of them good- but he certainly cares about his friends."
The asari takes a few moments to respond. "Some of our operatives have-...." She trails off before blurting out in whisper, "Someone's coming." She abruptly hangs up.
Jason furrows his brow. "Have-... what?" he asks before realizing the call was ended. He slams a fist against the desk, quickly trying to call the number back.
Jason clenches his fist tightly and quickly turns to his terminal, setting up a message to send out to the contact number. He activates his voice-to-text program. "If you're looking to keep this powder keg from exploding, hanging up on me is not the way to do it. I don't particularly care about excuses. These are your company's people. Keeping them under control is your
responsibility. If you're trying to tell me that you weren't behind it then I need information I can act on. Otherwise this is about to get very ugly, and yours and Taro's names are presently at the top of my list. Am I making myself clear?" Send.
A response comes in half a minute later: "An ugly and fruitless waste. What I meant to say is that three of our operatives have neglected to report in. They are currently unassigned, but they all were part of that debt contract. He's getting suspicious, so this is the last you'll hear from me."
Jason reads the words, frowning as he runs a hand through his hair. His hands move to ready a response and he activates his program once more. "Even if what you're saying is true, you realize this entire situation is a result of your company attempting to extort people, right? You do realize this? These are your operatives. What they do is an extent of your own work and reflects
back on your company if you're unable to control them. You sent them to kill one of my employees over a fucking skycar! Even now you can't even be bothered to give me a single piece of usable intel. You really think you can deflect blame with one hand while trying to shake me off with the other? Fifteen minutes left. Failure to assist in bringing in your operatives is no different
than open hostility in my books. Names of the operatives. Locations. Contact information. The clock is ticking. Take responsibility for your people- for your actions- and we can sweep this entire ordeal under the rug. Otherwise? The next time we speak, things aren't going to be so pleasant." As soon as he sends the message, he slams a fist against his desk and stands from his seat,
Jason begins pacing, hoping for any sort of response from Avoren Security as his mind begins to run through their next step if he doesn't hear back from them.
Mendez continues to look over his datapad, paying little mind to the asari or turian as he waits for further orders.
Sioria looks over her talons as she hums a quiet tune to herself, then tuts as she chews on the end of her index one.
Uvena gestures towards the pictures. "Does anyone recgonize the salarian, or the militiaman?" she asks, mostly to break the tense silence. She had left the room by the time Renala put them up on the screen."
Mendez glances over at the pictures and gives a shake of his head. "No clue." he says, passing a glance in Sioria's direction.
Jason continues his pacing for a few moments before dragging his chair back over to his desk and plopping down in it. Surely if she cared enough to reach back out to him then she'd try to help, right? What was the point in telling him about the operatives not reporting in if she's not going to give him anything else to go on?
Sioria shakes her head at Uvena. "Nah, but I think we'll be aquainted real soon." she says, finishing up with her talon.
Uvena sighs and returns to looking at the screen, and it takes a while for her to say anything again. "He's got red armor, though," she says, referring to the salarian, most likely. "He could be a spy of theirs, left behind to watch us." Her gaze travels to another image. "The turian that attacked me seems to have abused militia authority, Wolfe told me, so the militiaman could be one of theirs too."
Sioria nods slowly. "Possible, but there's no real way to find out yet. Not until Jason comes up with a plan, at least." she says, still leaning in the door frame.
Mendez gives a nod. "I have no faith in the militia here after what transpired over that skycar. I wouldn't doubt more involvement from them. As for the salarian, I don't think speculating is going to get us anywhere. We wait until we have more facts."
Jason is still just waiting impatiently, distant stare settled on his terminal as he awaits a notification of an incoming call.