Gren hurms and turns around to look at the Salarian jogging between the bodies of the fallen mercenaries. "Not a bad shout," he agrees, though he pauses and turns to look back at the Foyna. "Though, you ain't seen Esseria... Illeni have you?" A beat. "Told to keep her alive."
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Foyna shakes her head. "That's the person we're looking for, actually," she says. "The plan was to give NAPF an anonymous tip if we found her, but... maybe you have a better idea."
Oras picks up the omni-tool, and scans it with his own. He seems entirely lost in thought, not paying any attention to the conversation between Foyna and Gren.
Now that the fighting has died down, the nearby store has unlocked its door, and some brave civilians are exiting to make their way back to the square.
Gren gives her an incredulous look from underneath his helmet. Which is, ultimately, wasted. Shame. "If she ain't the type to come seeking a fight when her people get their asses kicked, then she ain't gonna show. And she's probably just going to go further to ground now too." He pauses and regards the Salarian as he focuses on the omni-tools before gesturing towards him. "Unless you can find something on their tools which will
let you track 'er somehow? Messages, calls, blah-blah-blah?" He shrugged again. He was hired muscle, never really was the savvy techy type nor a proficient tracker. Most of the time he just bulldozed his way through problems. Easily, he notes with pride.
Foyna gives a dejected sigh. "You're right, but then again, she opened fire at a fancy hotel room with a gunship in one of the most patrolled parts of the city," she says, still clinging to some hope of success. "I wouldn't assume anything about her."
Oras 's omni-tool's projection is quite busy as messages and other information pop in and out. "Keeping your omni-tool secure is easy," he says and sniffs disapprovingly, "but people just don't. Give me a minute to cross-reference the data on it."
Gren cants his head at that. That was true. She did use a gunship. If he and her weren't on opposite sides, he might've tried to befriend her for the sheer quad she was displaying. "Point taken." He glances back to Oras and gives him a dismissive wave. "Walk and scan, we should bail outta here before we get swarmed by cops or mercs. I'm down for a good fight, but not when it comes to these uptight pyjacks on this planet."
Oras nods, and begins walking through the intersection going north. He's a salarian, so he can keep an eye on the road and the multiple things on his omni-tool without issue. "Think I got something," he says. "Turian kept his position log active." He brings up a map showing a point 3.7km from their location. "They met up with Esseria here three days ago, as agreed in a message about getting lunch," he explains, then
traces a line on the map that's about a km closer, "then went there right after meeting up. Residential address." The accuracy of the point is good, and it's one floor off the ground.
Foyna looks hopeful at the salarian's findings. "We should run back and get a taxi," she says. "Hit her before she can plan anything funny."
Gren plods along with the duo, reaching into one of his pouches around his waist and pulling out some in the field repair gel for his armour. He reaches for the spots that he can... well, reach and injects a healthy dose into each hole. "...can it be a bigger taxi? Trying to cram into the smaller ones is a fucking pain." He slips the injector back into the pouch and shrugs to Foyna. "Also, let's not be too hasty. If she's this
much of a crazy bitch, wouldn't put it past her if she's rigged the place with traps and explosives. I'll probably be alright. You two though? Eesh."
Foyna nods. "I'll see what I can find," she says, bringing up her omni-tool and jogging off towards the taxi depot in which the krogan landed.
Oras frowns, perhaps at being left alone with the krogan. Who knows. "Explosives not my specialty, so will keep back," he says. "More worried for Foyna; might get ahead of herself."
Gren pauses for a moment or two before pointing in the direction where Foyna ran off too. "Didn't the asari run off that way?"
Gren pauses for a moment or two before regarding Foyna for a long moment. "Well then keep him out the way. Otherwise he might get smooshed." He shrugs, as if he simply stated a fact rather than give a threat. He was being honest too. He had zero problem with either of these two getting caught in the crossfire if it came to it. "But I got a bad feeling about this. My scar is itching. Betcha this is a trap."
Gren pauses for a moment or two before regarding Oras for a long moment. "Well then keep her out the way. Otherwise she might get smooshed." He shrugs, as if he simply stated a fact rather than give a threat. He was being honest too. He had zero problem with either of these two getting caught in the crossfire if it came to it. "But I got a bad feeling about this. My scar is itching. Betcha this is a trap."
Oras looks a bit caught off guard by the blunt statement, even though he should expect nothing less. "Noted," he said. "And agreed. The asari got away, so should approach as if they know we're coming."
A few minutes pass before a shuttle passes them overhead and lands just ahead of them when the street widens enough for a safe landing. People aren't too eager to be in the path of a krogan with apparent signs of a recent battle, so the shuttle had no trouble setting down. The sky can be seen here, which means the pouring rain can also be felt.
Gren grumbles as he eyes the shuttle. Still a little too small for him. Damn it. He plodded over to the shuttle and slapped the panel to open the door. He clambered inside, grunting and cursing as he adjusted himself to fit into the seats at the back. Eventually, he just settled for lodging himself a little sideways and folding his arms across his chest. If a Krogan could pout, he probably would be right now. "Let's get going
Oras takes the passenger seat in front as he'd rather not take away any of the cramped space in the back. The vehicle does not have a separating wall, however.
Foyna closes the doors, and the car rises up. "We'll have time to wait for a proper shuttle for our ride back, I promise," she says as she stifles a chuckle at the krogan's cramped situation.
The shuttle sets off towards the destination, but the speed is limited by the narrow streets that are denser than the spaces between the skyscrapers they support.
Gren glares through the glow of his visor. "You better. This is why I prefer convertibles...". Despite his grumbling, however, he was mentally preparing himself for the possibility of a rather high intensity engagement with this Esseria. And... he was kind of looking forward to it too. It's been sometime since he had a proper bout with someone who could likely kick his ass.
The nearest they'll get outside is the front door of a residential building. It's a boxy building braced against the side of an otherwise windowless sky-scraper foundation going up beyond the walkways above. The door is locked behind a key card and code entry, but a door phone is also available. There are windows next to the door, but the blinds are drawn shut. There is a club across the street, and bright advertising is hung
along the walls above it, so the area is well lit. If Gren copied the point off Oras' map earlier, he'll know that the apartment they're seeking is behind the leftmost window on the first floor above ground.
Gren practically rolls out of the shuttle with a thump, barely managing to stay on his feet. He straightens himself out and lifts his head to gaze up to the first floor. He traces his gaze to the leftmost window and nods to himself before turning to the other two. "Up there." The old krogan stomps to the door and stares at the lock before looking to the Salarian. He points to the door and simply says, "Unlock it." He stands
Oras exits the shuttle, nodding to the krogan's indication as he also recalls the location. A visor shows up in front of his left eye just before the krogan reaches the door, but he still nods in affirmation to him. "One second," he says.
Foyna hops out of the shuttle last after paying the fare, and it barely waits a few seconds before it's off the ground headed back to the nearest depo.