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Finding Va'ynna's omni-tool (Skipping Work)
The coordinates takes them to a gray two-story apartment block in an eastern recidential district, north of the hospital. It sits on the north-eastern side of an intersection and has only one entrance. The entrance is on the middle of the southern side of the building. The omni-tool's transmitted location is near a window between the entrance and the left corner. The entrance door is locked, but its interface includes a door phone.
The Redrock shuttle sets down just outside of the apartment complex. As it touches down, the doors slide open and Jasper gives a glance back from the cockpit. "Ya'll be careful!" he instructs.
Jason stands from his seat. Geared up for the second time today, he nods to the old pilot and steps towards the door. "There's no reason to assume we'll be getting a fight out of whoever is inside..." he informs Oxaris, "...Kind of going in blind."
Oxaris rises from her seat, offering Jasper a similar nod to Jason. She's geared for battle, but keeps her weapons holstered. She follows beside Jason, looking down to him. Her helmet is at her hip for the moment, magnetically attached until needed. "We'll come to them with palms open," she says with a reassuring smile. "If we can avoid conflict, it'll be better
Jason doesn't respond as he approaches the front door, looking to see if there's any sort of way to buzz specific apartments, and if there's any way to identify which apartment it would be off to their left. "There's no guaranteeing that whoever found V's omni-tool even has anything to do with the people who grabbed her..." he finally says as he looks around, "First step is to see who
Oxaris nods, resting a hand on her hip as she gazes upwards at the building. "Understood, sir," she says.
The interface displays the numbers 1 through 8 over a minimalistic floorplan, where 1 and 5 are the bottom-left on the first and second floor respectively. The provided coordinates points to the first floor.
Jason glances over his shoulder at Oxaris. "So... I guess we're just going to buzz the apartment and see who answers. Can't exactly kick their window in and break in..." he says, his tone indicating that's exactly what he was initially planning, "...We're civilized and shit." he adds before buzzing Apartment 1.
Oxaris chuckles gently, looking across to Jason as she nods. "Civilised and shit," she says in agreement. "Let's hope that whomever has the omni-tool is as well. If not... Well." She shrugs lightly. "Then we'll start kicking."
It takes a few seconds before someone answers. "Yes?" a male nasal voice says. "Haven't seen you before. Wrong apartment?" There neither any names nor video feed showing up. There is a tiny static camera sitting on the doorframe above the door.
Jason glances up, looking around for a moment before spotting the camera. He raises a gauntlet, giving it a quick wave. "Uhhhh, I don't think so... Maybe...?" he says, unsure. "Does the name 'Sala Piros' mean anything to you?" he asks.
Oxaris looks up at the camera, but remains silent for the moment. She offers the camera a nod and a disarming smile... Or at least, the best a Turian can give.
"No, not familiar," he replies. "I know the names of others living here, so I would have known if she lived here."
Jason sighs and glances over to Oxaris. "We're here about an omni-tool that belongs to us." he says bluntly. "Maybe you found it. Maybe someone you lived with found it. We're not looking for trouble-..." he continues, holding his gauntleted hands up, palms outwards, towards the camera in a showing of peace, "...But we know you have it. Just tell us how you got it and hand it over and
Oxaris echoes the glance that Jason gives. She continues to rest a hand on her hip, canting it to the side. "Please, it'll only take a moment," she says to the camera, her free hand gesturing idly as she speaks.
The person on the other end takes a few seconds to respond. "Yes, found an omni-tool this morning," he says. "Tell me the owner's name. One guess."
Jason rolls his eyes. "Va'ynna Atana." he says. "Look, we don't have to make this a big thing, alright? I just want to know where you found it and I want to get it back to my friend."
Oxaris sighs in slight annoyance, tapping her talons against her leg. She keeps her gaze firmly locked on the camera, showing her displeasure.
Oxaris quirks a plate, waiting for Jason to take the lead. "Had to? Why on Palaven did you have to repair it?"
Jason taps the front door's interface, his other hand lowering to his side, near his Phalanx just to be safe. "We're coming in." he announces.
The door opens to an hallway with a staircase at the end of it, and a window is in the middle landing of the staircase. There are two doors on each side. All doors are locked except for the closest door on their left. The call ends without a response.
Oxaris hurms in annoyance and follows after Jason, sweeping her gaze around. She remains poised and ready to draw her weapon if need be. She nods for Jason to head to the door.
Jason leads the way over to the door. "Just be ready..." he whispers as he approaches the unlocked door. His hand remains hovering just above his Phalanx as he taps the interface to the apartment door.
Oxaris nods and stands on the other side, a talon poised above her weapon. She eyes their surroundings suspiciously, a small part of her warning her of a trap. Of course, that is likely just paranoia.
The door opens to a living room. A couch and end-table is barely in view from the door to their right. There is a kitchen on the far end. There are two doors along the wall to the right with a drawer inbetween, and a window with curtains drawn on the left. Two simple wooden chairs are below the window, but there is no dinner table. The omni-tool is lying on one of the chairs.
A salarian is standing in the middle of the room. He has slgihtly reddish skin with green dots here and there around the horns, which vageuly match that of the convenience store's security footage. He is neither armed nor in armor. "Welcome," he says. "Did not know who Va'ynna Atana is. Would have contacted place of work or family by now otherwise."
Jason steps into the room tentatively, giving it a glance over. He makes no attempt at masking his hand movements: it remains just over his Phalanx. "She's a close friend of mine. And she was taken this morning..." he says, fishing for any sort of reaction from the salarian that might reveal his cards- if he even has any- "They ditched her omni-tool but we were able to track it here.
Like I said, we're not looking for any trouble. But if you know anything about this.... now is the time to come clean."
Oxaris follows in, closing the door behind them. She steps past Jason, watching the Salarian as Jason does his once over. She taps a talon against her pistol, her fierce gaze on the owner. She lets Jason do the talking.
The salarian sighs. "Should have patrolled that street that hour," he says before walking towards the window. "Asari stopped me, told me that she had it covered." He picks it up and turns towards the distrustful guests. "Came back later. Saw no sign of asari, but found this omni-tool."
Jason listens intently, making no attempt at removing his hand from his side. He extends his other hand towards the salarian to receive the omni-tool. "Should've patrolled?" he asks, "So you're with the militia, then?" He sighs, sucking in a deep breath, "...And that asari you were talking about... Light blue? Black markings? Red coat?" he describes, hoping it matches so he can connect
Oxaris keeps silent, eyeing the Salarian as she has now resorted to just hovering a hand over her pistol. She keeps an ear out for the door, incase any cronies come barging in.
"Yes, and yes," he nods before walking over to him. "Not my job to investigate these things, but was curious about the broken omni-tool on the street." He gives it over to him. "Someone was calling when I found it. Victoria Steels. Tried to answer, but haptic adaptive interface was broken. Repaired now, though."
Jason accepts the omni-tool, lowering his gaze to look it over. He gives a short nod. "...Thanks." he finally manages with a sigh. "So if she took over the patrol, then I take it the asari is a member of the militia, too?" he asks, "Mind if I get her name?"
Oxaris loosens up a modicum, stepping to Jason's side. Though, she still keeps a wary eye on the Salarian.
The salarian takes a step back after giving it over. "Unless she lied, yes," he says. "Don't know who she is, and can't verify other militia personnel."
Jason lets out another sigh, but nods again. "And your name?" he asks, "Sounds like a poor system if you guys don't even know the people you're working alongside... But that's not for me to decide. Either way, we've had far too many run-ins with militiamen on the take recently. You might want to start to consider cutting your ties with them..."
Oxaris gives Jason a curious look at his statement. But this is neither the time nor place to ask him about it. She resumes eyeing the Salarian, her arms crossed on her chest.
The salarian nods. "Sur'Kesh Op-...," he clears his throat. "Kirev Emosa." He sighs. "Can't quit. Not now. Lost my job four months ago. Need to make credits last as long as I can." He narrows his eyes for a moment. "Can I know yours? Who do you work for?"
Jason furrows his brow at the obvious slip, passing a glance in Oxaris' direction. "...Right. Kirev Emosa." he repeats. "Jason Wolfe." he says quickly, tapping an armored finger against his chestplate before gesturing to the turian at his side, "Oxaris Ortaratratrioraius." he butchers, "We're with Redrock Agency."
Oxaris sighs gently, shaking her head. "Ortoratus," she corrects with a slightly irritable look at Jason that asks, 'really?'
He gives another nod. "Ah, I've heard about your organization," he says. "Good things, mostly." He pauses as his omni-tool beeps, but he mutes it without looking at it. "Anyway, you got what you came for," he says. "Is that all?"
Jason sighs again, but nods. "I appreciate you taking the time to fix this." he says, holding the omni-tool up slightly. "It sounds to me like Commander Arius isn't having the best luck keeping all of his people in line. Nice to know they're not all crooked... You take care of yourself and keep an eye out." he says, beginning to back towards the door. "Sala Piros." he repeats with a
nod as he nears the exit, "If you hear anything regarding that name, I'd appreciate it if you contacted me. My contact info is right on our extranet site, can't miss it. Probably best if you keep tight lipped about it, though. No telling who else in the militia that name might mean something to."
Oxaris starts to exit with Jason, crossing to the door first to check outside. Assuming it's clear, she'd step out and wait for him, hand resting on her helmet at her hip.
"Understood," the salarian nods. "Will keep that in mind." He enables his omni-tool, and reads a message. "The asari in red coat just arrived at the hospital. Two knee injuries." He frowns. "Have to report her for potential abuse of authority, but... can let it wait if you need her."
The area outside of the front door is clear. There are people walking by, but they keep their safe distance from the armed mercenaries.
Jason gives a shake of his head. "You go right ahead and report her. Just keep the details to yourself as best as you can. The sooner she gets the hell out of Freedom Falls, the better." he says, "Because if I run into her again, a couple of knee injuries are going to be the least of her worries. I'm not particularly fond of the idea of letting people live after they've hurt my friends.
This is her chance to walk away from all of this." he continues, possibly a warning to the salarian should he be involved in any of this. He nods one last time to the salarian before stepping through the door, "You be careful, Kirev." he offers as he turns his back to the salarian once in the hallway.
Oxaris follows alongside Jason, keeping her gaze forwards and not sparing a look back for the Salarian. "That went well," she comments idly.
He walks over to the door. "Of course," he says. "Don't want to accidentally expose Militia corruption without another source of income lined up." He chuckles and closes the door, the omni-tool still glowing around his arm.
Jason starts down the hall once the door has closed and gives a shrug once they're out of earshot and back outside. "We got what we came for." he says with a gesture of the omni-tool. "Whether or not he's involved-..." another shrug follows, "...Doesn't particularly matter. Our luck with the militia hasn't been too good lately, so I wouldn't doubt it. But I drew the line in the sand so
it's their move. I'm done playing games. I'm all out of mercy for them at this point. If he is involved, then all he's gathered from this conversation is that we don't have shit on Sala Piros aside from a name. Which isn't exactly true. Might even give us the upper hand if she relaxes and assumes we're not on her trail. On the other hand, we could've just made an ally who might drum up
Oxaris opens the door leading outside, offering a pleased hum. "We'll be ready for them," she says, gesturing for Jason to head on our first. "We learn, we adapt, we deal with it as it comes. As you said, we either lull her into a false sense of security, or we gain an ally. A... Win-win? Or at the very least, it gives us breathing space to contemplate and deal
Jason nods in response as they step outside. "I appreciate you joining me on such short notice, by the way. Unfortunately, that's the nature of the business. Sometimes shit happens and you don't get much time to prep. But yeah. Renala has something up her sleeve that should get us a location for this 'Sala Piros'. With any luck, we'll be on her before she knows what hit her. For now,
though, we're just going to take a little breathing room and let Renala work. Got a few more things for her to look into before we're ready to move on anything."
Oxaris shrugs at his thanks, though she offers him a light smile. "As you said, part of the job. And as soon as we have something, just give me the signal and I'll be there to... Kick in some windows," she says, echoing his earlier words.