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"Hmmm, hard to say no to my girl, but we're not really here for shopping," Talon nodded to the salarian as he eyed over some of his merchandise, "A volus actually, heard he was in the area."

"A Volus? A lot of those around. Anyone in particular?" Gazebe spoke looking the group over.

"Maten Palveic." Zevia said, "We have some business with him."

"Maten Palveic, a big fish in these parts." he paused before darting his eyes away. "Can't say I know where he is, but for a price I could tell you of someone that may lead you to him." he smiled.

"Grrr this is getting boring." Tritop growled as he stepped forward to the salarian. "Tell us or your little stand and you will be having a small accident." He grabbed the salarian's neck. "In about 10 seconds."

"Gah! No!" Gazebe strained as he attempted to pull the large krogan's hands off him, but to no avail.

Raddia didn't like seeing Tritop threaten someone, but she knew they were supposed to be acting as a group of hardened mercenaries. She stepped forward to the two and looked Tritop straight in the eyes. "Maten isn't going to just jump up and down for everyone to see. This guy doesn't know anything, probably just trying to sell us down a dead end. Drop him and we'll go find someone who deals in this sort of thing, an information broker or a barkeep." She knew the Krogan wouldn't go for a simple polite request to drop him, the only weapon she could use was honesty. It wasn't often Raddia used their services, but she knew just about every port had an information broker with an ear willing to sell knowledge.

"Yes, yes an information broker." Gazebe shuddered, "There is a information broker that can help you."

Tritop huffed, "You better not be lying. It's not healthy to lie to a Krogan."

"Honest, a drell, her name is Shiva she would know. Now please let me down." Gazebe begged as Tritop continued to hold him before smilling and tossing him to the ground.

"At least I got this one to jump." he grinned to Raddia as the salarian ran off frantically into a alleyway.

"Well at least we have a start." Zevia noted as she glanced across the way to the tavern the salarian mentioned. "Ship's bow, not the most original name, but better then most." the quarian observed. "Lets go."

Gerris had watched the entire thing from a perch on a goods' container. "Effective," she admitted to herself, although she would never say it to Tritop's face. Her eyes followed the fleeing salarian however. She wanted to make sure he would not bring them trouble, so before he could turn, she swiped at the air, flinging a microscopic device onto the alien's back.

The device was a transmitter designed to send out a particular kind of wavelength that could only be received by the microantenna installed in Gerris's omnitool. She made sure it was on sync and then returned to following her group while keeping tabs on the escaped salarian. If necessary, the transmitter could double as a bug for spying purposes.

A Drell named Shiva? Nah couldn't be, what're the odds of that. Talon thought as he shook his head a bit, "Well guess we didn't hire you for your charm anyways, suppose that would be your position." he winked winked towards Zevia. He wrapped an arm around her waist as he walked towards the bar, "Tritop take up the rear, would like to be between you and our lead just in case." he pushed open the door to the bar.

Raddia laughed nervously and smiled back at Tritop. "Right...but maybe this time, we talk to Shiva first, before shaking her down. She might actually have armed security unlike the last guy." She looked back at the shaken shopkeeper with concern before moving on with the rest of the group towards Ship's Bow. After listening to the all the details, Talon's plan seemed sound, though she offered an addition. "Okay, and I'll keep an eye on the back doors. If she tries to bolt through that way, I can catch her with a Stasis Bubble if things go bad. Hopefully we can just talk, pay her for a little info, and get out."

"Hmph, they wouldn't last with a gatling gun to their face." Tritop grumbled.
"We need to follow the lead so lets keep the killing of people is a minimum." Zevia said as they walked into the bar. Her arm still linked around Talon. The bar was dimmed slightly with orange lights showing a hint of the dirty floor and tables that the many variety of species and gangs were at. Talking or drinking as very few turned their looks over to the group.

"Oh surprise another cesspool." Zevia muttered.

The batartian bartender looked up noticing the group and namely Iggy.

"Hey get your stinking mutt out of here before he shits on my floor." the batarian spoke sternly.

Iggy growled getting low on his haunches as if he was about to jump the bartender.

"Hmmm, we'd better not start a commotion. I guess I'll watch the front door with Iggy, one of you guys handle the back doors if our contact runs," she uttered quietly to the group, before leading Iggy outside with her. Raddia sighed, but was at least a little relieved. "What a dump, they're too good for us, Iggy." She pets his head, and tries to calm him down a bit.

At that moment, the cloaked Gerris patted Raddia's shoulder, "I've got it."

With that, she deftly began to move into the club, bypassing any patron simply by gently pushing them as to not disturb them, remaining inconspicuous and not blowing her cloak. She would keep an eye out on the back exit without revealing herself, and at the same time keep tabs on her group.