THe Citadel

Alex had to wonder how he got into all this trouble. Well, okay, he knew how. But why him?

He took cover behind some crates, as Shadow Broker operatives open fired onto him. Of course, he should have expected they would want the intel. After all the intel was apparently valuable enough to kill for, and given the fact no one could apparently buy it from the Shadow Broker, he apparently had the only copy. And apparently, the Shadow Broker did not feel like dealing. Then again, Alex was not sure what he should do yet.

He just knew he had to avoid as much as possible. He was not sure he could even trust C-Sec, given what was after him. That said, the gunfire was giving away his position, so he needed to scram.

He looked around. Keeper Tunnels, a window, some vents, and what appeared to be a sleeping Krogan were around. SLeeping Krogans were never mugged. Mostly because no one was that suicidal. Who would wake a sleeping Krogan?

(everyone was tagged so people know.)

Raymond makes his way down the street at a brisk pace. He'd just dropped his bags off where he would be staying the duration of his stay, and, now, it was time to get to work. Every second counted on this job. First order of business was to find the authorities and get as much information, regarding the homicide, as possible. Once that was accomplished, then he could begin moving forward with the investigation. It felt good, in a rather strange way, to be on the case; there was a story here, Ray could feel it.

A beeping sound drew him back to reality. Ray stopped, and turned his attention to his attention to the omni-tool on his wrist. His boss was calling. With a sigh, he answered the call, steeling himself against the torrent of questions that was sure to follow. "I just got here," he thought, "Does she really think I have something already?"

Othemus, who had been on the Citadel masquerading as a doctor running a small clinic in the wards. She heard some commotion outside her clinic and came running. As she ran towards the screams of innocent civilians and gun fire, she saw a squad firing on a group of crates. Not knowing who they were or who they were firing at, she signaled C-sec through her contacts. This way if the would be victim or the attackers needed medical attention they would be rushed to her clinic so she could 'help' them. She deployed her combat drone then fell back to a nearby alcove and hid behind some supply containers. She carefully monitored the situation through her drone at a distance, trying to get an angle on who was being shot at. As her drone moved from cover to cover, from vantage point to vantage point, it recorded the face of the attacker and she ran it through her facial recognition software on her omi-tool. No hits, so she has had no dealings with them and their IDs are restricted or nonexistent, so she sent them to her underground contacts as well as her C-sec. "Who are you? And who are you after? Who is so important to gun them down in broad daylight on the Citadel?" she whispered to herself.

(Cortez has not responded, and everyone else is supposedly busy. Looking for someone who might want to play the Assassin, unless he actually shows life. Anyways, Thought I would post here to update that I have not given up yet)

(Also, I am sick)

(And I like pizza)