#RedrockAgency – March 15, 2017

Ehanis exits the rec room, mostly eaten sandwich in hand, and she's headed towards the lockers. She's still wearing her training outfit, though with a dark blue about halfway zipped up fleeze jacket on top. Her exercise hasn't required enough effort to break a sweat, which is why she has not yet showered and changed.

Jason exits his quarters with a styrofoam container in-hand. It's late evening of the 13th. He's still dressed in a white, long sleeved shirt, black cargo pants, and boots. A shoulder holster is slung haphazardly over his right shoulder and his gaze is pointed towards the ground. His mind seems to be elsewhere. So much, in fact, that he nearly bumps into Ehanis in the hallway. A brief stutter-step occurs and he winces

Ehanis is no more prepapred to meet him when he suddenly leaves his apartment, and she makes a quick step back. "Ten said you wanted to have a chat about the Rakhana job," she says before sighing. "Couldn't have picked a worse day to show up, could I?"

Jason gives a tired, wary snicker and shakes his head. "It's fine. It's just-..." he sighs and glances towards the staircase, "...Ever had one of those days where everything just sort of spirals out of control on you? One bad turn of events kind of leads right into another? It's been one of those days." He digs his thumb up under the strap of his holster and lifts it slightly, "Need to drop this off downstairs, how about you

Ehanis frowns with an understanding nod. It wouldn't be a stretch to describe her entire mercenary carreer as a 30-year long 'one of those'. "Story of my fucking life," she says. She nods to to his second question, and starts walking towards the staircase. "Yeah, of course. Let's get this over with." She takes another bite of the sandwich while walking.

Jason follows alongside Ehanis, giving a snicker at her statement. "Speaking of shitty situations, how are you doing?" he asks, casting a glance the asari's way. "You can't seem to catch a break lately. Everything healing up alright...?"

Ehanis gives a slight, lopsided shrug. "I'm fine," she says, though her tone doesn't seem to agree with the answer. "The shoulder's still useless and annoying, but it doesn't wake me up at night anymore."

Jason gives a couple of nods as he continues down the stairs. "Well, I'm convinced." he teases, though he gives a shrug, "Hey, it's a start. Stay out of trouble and you'll be back in the field before you know it. Probably just in time to catch another round and put you back in the recovery ward." he says as he reaches the bottom. It's obvious he's trying to keep things casual and lighthearted, but it seems far less sincere than

Ehanis walks with him down the stairs and towards the office, not offering much more than a weak snort at the first comment. "Yeah, I'm sure I do," she says as she steps inside. "You don't even need to say it. We fucked up, badly, and we should have turned back while we still could." It's clear that the asari has thought about it. There's a reason she hates being alone, after all. She doesn't take a seat yet,

Jason enters the office behind Ehanis and shuts the door. He gestures towards the chair as he moves over to his seat behind his desk. "Good to know you're not just doubling down on 'stupid'. That's something, at least." he snorts before he slumps into his chair with a tired groan. He sets his styrofoam container down on his desk and pulls the holster off of his shoulder. "I don't want you thinking I'm picking on you, either." he

Ehanis sits down once Jason had taken his seat, listening carefully to his words. "It really was," she says. "I and Briggs didn't think it was a good idea to bet everything on the drell lady's idea." She pauses for a moment, letting out a sigh. "I still stand by that," she continues. "The fucked up thing is that we still decided to go through with the plan when we saw that they were ready for us."

Jason's gaze travels down to the desk as he listens and he nods along. "Look. I'm not saying I'm always going to make the right call." he says as he looks back up at Ehanis, "I'm not even saying I made the right call this time. But there's a time, a place, and a way to discuss that shit. And just running off and doing your own thing is not the way. After all is said and done, we need to all be on the same page. Even if we

Ehanis looks down. There was nothing she could argue with, and even if she did, she lacked the energy to do so. Ontop of that, it was against her self interest to do so. It's a well paying job with benefits she never believed existed in this field, after all. "Yeah," she sighs. "I won't stay silent if I think an order sucks, but... I'm not going to repeat that fuckup." She returns her gaze to Jason as she snorts.

Jason gives a tired snicker and a nod. "Good to hear." he says in regard to her first couple of statements. His smirk slowly fades away as she mentions Ilyna. "She just worries about you, Ehanis. That's all. Hell, I worry about you. I worry about all of you." he admits. "I've been doing this shit a long time. I've seen my fair share good people lose their lives following good orders. Following bad orders. Hell, just because

Ehanis frowns deeply. "That forty-two year old girl 'Lyna stopped talking with..., that's not me anymore," she says. "Not after thirty years on that forsaken hellhole." She closes her eyes for a breaf moment. "You do have a point, though," she says. "I'm not alive today because I'm super amazing at this crap. It's because Mian's saved my ass countless times, like I've saved hers."

Jason allows a small smirk to creep back. "So from now on just trust us to save your ass when we're out there. Because I'm sure as hell counting on the rest of you to save mine." he teases. He shifts a bit in his seat, sitting back a bit more now that they've gotten all of that out of the way. "Mian?" he asks as an afterthought, "I'm guessing that's someone you worked with back on Omega...?"

Ehanis lets out a brief smirk. "You got it, boss," she says before moving on to the next question since there's not much more to be said about saving ass. "We've lived together for most of my time on Omega," she says, "even moved here together." She pauses for a moment and raises an eyebrow. "You have met her, though," she says. "I guess she just didn't introduce herself. Militia. Dark blue. Red all over her

Jason furrows his brow as he attempts to recall the asari in question. After a moment he gives a single nod. "Ah. Right." he says, his smirk widening slightly at the latter part of her description. "So what made you two branch off into separate career paths?" he asks curiously, bringing his forearms up to rest on his desk. "Came all the way out here together. Defensive militia. PMC. Similar fields and all. She get sick of putting

Ehanis gives a weak one-sided shrug, and she snorts at his last joke. "Well, she said this wasn't her style," she says. "She's not willing to give up freelance work yet. The militia thing is just her looking for a good fight like the one she got on the spaceport roof." She sighs. "She's not right in the head, but are any of us really?"

Jason gives a genuine chuckle as Ehanis finishes. "No. Probably not." he sighs, though he seems at least slightly better off than he did when they initially began speaking. He reaches out and grabs his styrofoam container, lifting it slightly and giving it a shake. "Well, my food is probably ice cold by now, so I'm not gonna waste any more of your time, Ehanis. I appreciate you stopping by. Glad we got the chance to clear the

Ehanis stands up. "And I'm not as fired as I expected to be," she jokes, it being very clear this time. The asari's mood has improved quite a bit since the start of the meeting, but there's only a matter of time before it's brought back down again once she's left alone with her thoughts. "I'm hoping my shoulder's quit its shit when the next big job comes up," she says. "Getting paid to sit on my ass... I don't

Jason follows suit, standing from his seat and leading the way towards the door. He gives a snort. "And I don't want to pay you to sit on your ass." he jokes. "As for firing. I don't even think I have the authority to fire you. Your job security falls solely into the territory of 'shit Ilyna controls'." he says, turning on his heels once outside of his office to face Ehanis and looking her dead in the eyes. "Which is why the two

Ehanis nods, but she doesn't answer any of it before she's already on her way towards the lobby. "Yeah, yeah," she says. "I don't think I've seen her much since the job. Maybe she's finally decided to get off my back."

Jason cocks an eyebrow. "Wouldn't count on it." he teases before turning on his heels and heading back towards the staircase. Finally nothing to stand in his way. Nothing to get between him and his box of delicious goodness. He takes the stairs two at a time, eager to get to eating before Vasquez' father comes back to life. Or her third cousin. Or maybe his gradeschool goldfish. He's quickly reminded just how strange his life is

Ehanis realize that she's far too underdressed to face the cold weather outside when reaching for the jacket, and she makes her way to the locker room once Jason is out of sight.