"Excuse me?" Victorie Morgan said from the rear of the Citadel Security shuttle, leaning forward to keep the cuffs around her wrist from tightening. When her request for attention elicited no response, she cleared her throat and leaned forward further.

"Excuse me." She said, her tone becoming more of a statement than a question as she abandoned the idea of requesting attention, and opting instead to demand it. Her escort, however, remained silent. She huffed a single time, blowing her bangs away from her eyes. The possibility of a sound proof rear seat occurred to her, and she sighed, rocking her body back and lifting her legs to her chest and crashing them against the partition that separated her from the officers who were taking her to headquarters to detain and possibly interrogate her. The shuttle suddenly swerved to the left in alarm, and suddenly the partition slid aside, allowing a rather angry-looking Turian to lean through the gap with a pistol brandished in her direction. "What the hell are you doing back here?" He asked, the alarm audible in his voice as his partner regained control of the vehicle. The powerful kick had caused Victorie's hair to fall back into her face, hiding her inquisitive gaze from his perusal. He's a rookie. Fresh from the academy, probably, and his partner not much more seasoned. They scare too easy, they aren't used to the hardened criminals. They got the APB and didn't think to even run my name through the registry, probably. Honestly, I'm insulted. Victorie thought, rolling her eyes beneath the shade of her chestnut-brown bangs. She fought back the urge to kick the gun from the officer's hands, and focused, her brown eyes darting around as she took in as much information as possible before they got exasperated and sealed the compartment again.

"Thank god I finally got your attention. I've been screaming back here for hours." She said, her voice pleading as she peeked out of the driver's window, spying the tell tale blue-and-orange of a C-Sec shuttle flying in close proximity to the vehicle she was in. That's Dox. She thought, mentally reassured with the knowledge that her old friend was near. The two of them had somehow gotten out of more trouble than they'd got into over the years; it was almost as though their luck increased tenfold when the other was near. However, this time they had put themselves in a serious predicament-criminals never walked out of C-Sec Headquarters without cuffs on. "You've only been back there for twenty minutes." The pistol-wielding Turian said, exasperation audible in his tone. To his credit, he didn't lower the weapon. "Twenty minutes? It feels like forever! Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if you guys would let me see outside. Hell, I'll even shut up if you open a window. Please? I've always wanted to see the Citadel." She pleaded, utilizing the reflective surfaces of the monitors and assorted metals to read the nametags of her escorts. Quickly, she decided that she didn't feel like actually remembering their names and settled instead on calling the one pointing a gun at her 'Angry', and the driver 'Jumpy'. "Maybe if you weren't a second-class citizen, I'd slide a window open for you." Angry said, his lips curling in the Turian representation of a smirk. She knew that look anywhere; Dox wore it often. Rather than swallow her pride, like any logical, god-fearing human should, Victorie blew up.

"Oh, this must be the "Turian honor" I hear so much about. You look a little too eager to use that pistol, Clacker-you troubled by a past experience? Yeah, you've got that look in your eyes. You lost a lot of friends in the First Contact, didn't you? Now you see this defenseless human female, and vengeance floods back doesn't it? You want to shoot me, and not because I was being anything more than alive. Explain how that makes you better than me, and I'll shut up right here and now. Or if you want to prove superiority in a simpler manner, stop the shuttle, uncuff me and I promise I'll tear you apart. The choice is yours, facepaint: A or B." She sneered, glaring daggers at the green-eyed Turian. He seemed taken aback by her fury, but as she continued, his face hardened, and the hand he held the pistol with began to shake. She watched his finger slip inside the trigger guard of the pistol, and his mandibles flared with scarcely contained rage. "My mother and father died in the Relay 314 Incident. You actually are witnessing Turian Honor in the fact that I'm obeying orders not to smear your brains all over the cruiser's back window. Seal it. Seal it, before I end up sitting in the back of a shuttle in cuffs for murder." Angry said, holstering his weapon with visible force of will. The partition sealed and Victorie returned to her semi-comfortable position. Satisfied, she ran her right thumb over her left wrist to reassure herself. Before she knew it, she could feel the shuttle decelerating as it coasted into dock. She could hear the pneumatic hiss of the front doors opening, and she straightened her back in response. The back door opened, and she found herself looking directly at Angry, swallowing when she came face to face with his imposing height. He stood at least a foot and a half taller than she was, and the fury he'd previously wore was replaced with a veneer of calm mischief. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to remain calm." He said coyly, his mandible's twitching, and his lips parting in a pantomime of a smile. "Wha-" She started to ask, but quickly found a powerful grip on her shoulder, yanking her from the shuttle and dropping her unceremoniously to the ground. Without hands to catch herself, she crashed chin-first onto the polished floor. Rather than look up and risk antagonizing the Turian further, she just closed her eyes and distanced herself from the pain, doing her best to ignore her throbbing face. "You'll have to be more careful coming out of the cruisers. People slip all the time." He said, the smile still evident in his tone. I swear to god, I better not find him on my way out of here. Victorie thought as he waited for her to get to her feet. When she reached her knees, he wrapped a hand around the handcuffs to yank her to her feet. She grimaced as she rose, but quickly wiped the pained expression off of her face.

She refused to let him see her suffer.

"Thanks for the help," She breathed, turning her head to smile at him, "it would have been difficult to get up on my own." His mandibles twitched in confusion, but he simply smirked and gripped her shoulder to lead her inside. Before she was roughly turned about, she caught a glimpse of Dox being escorted out of another cruiser, receiving a considerably better reception. She always gets the easy parts. Victorie thought, inwardly scoffing. She trudged forward, compliant but reluctant as she was led into the station. Receiving was a nightmare for the woman, as they stripped her, decontaminated her and issued her standard prisoner attire.

MEANWHILE, IN A SEEDY BAR OF THE LOWER WARDS...

"This better work-I'm not losing Cap." Said Rezran Ilkos, his voice as raspy and reptilian as any seasoned Drell. He lifted the glass of human whiskey he'd ordered to his lips and took another long swig. Any seasoned member of Charon's Ledger knew that while the humanoid was a raging alcoholic, they couldn't have a better pilot. Somehow, he always managed to "sober up" before any truly tasking maneuvers. The humans of the ship were under the belief that the entire Drell race had power over their sobriety thanks to the capers of the man-like lizard. He, however, knew the truth-he was nearly always drunk, especially behind the helm. "Calm yourself. There aren't many certainties in the world, but there is one: Victorie always finishes the job." Wraze said, knocking back another shot of Ryncol. The Krogan was a natural skeptic, and believed in very little aside from his strength and his accuracy, but after witnessing the puny human captain uncanny luck, he'd added her to his list of things that were definite. "I don't appreciate your lack of faith, Zero. Why is it you never trust me?" Asked Hyo'run vas Idenna, the ship's resident communications specialist. He didn't even bother looking up from his omnitool, zipping through C-Sec security feeds with the same ease of reading a magazine. He alone among the small team wasn't drinking, as it wasn't an easy feat for a Quarian. His environmental suit was sealed against the world, and the introduction of a straw or bottle wasn't something that was simply done. Alcohol consumption for him was a rare event, and usually only reserved for special occasions. While this was one, it was one that required his focus, not joyful stupidity. The crew of Charon's Ledger were currently doing something absolutely unheard of. "They're in. Eliri's cell is the only one of two that has vacancy. Either Dox or Cap is getting in there. Once she's there, though, it's all up to her. Keelah se'lai, boss...we're counting on you here." Hyor'un whispered, raising his hand to pantomime a toast. Zero and Wraze nodded and raised their own glasses, clinking them together before each finishing their cups.

BACK TO OUR HEROINES...

Victorie was silent as she walked down the corridors of the temporary holding cells. Some of the less sane prisoners jeered at her as she walked by, but she simply stared ahead and hid her smirk from view behind layers of chocolate hair. Everything was going perfectly according to plan, as long as Hyo'run was accurate in his intel-which he always was. The Quarian had a gift when it came to computers-he could practically talk to systems that didn't even have a Virtual Intelligence attached to it. Playing her role to the tee, she even gasped when the door slid open and Angry tossed her roughly inside, letting her depend on her own arms to save her from the floor. Knowing she still had to keep up false impressions, she let her chin collide with the floor again, and heard Angry snickering as he shut the cell and walked away. With what little dignity she could muster after her entrance, Victorie pushed herself up to her knees and dusted off her loose fitting clothes before at last looking up to find her cell mate sitting on the bed, hands clasped in between her knees. "Don't tell me my sisters sent you." The Asari said after looking up to examine the intruder on her solitude. "I expected something a little...rougher." She continued, sneering as she stood up. Victorie got to her feet in a disgruntled huff, barely stopping herself from unloading her full compliment of curse words and Asari slurs at the offense. Then, she smiled and crossed her arms. "You doubt my abilities? Good. That just means you're way more likely to sing my praises to all of your friends and contacts when I get you out of here. If I get put on a job, I get it done. My name is Victorie Morgan, and I'll be escorting you out of prison today." The slight human said, crossing her arms and beaming a confident smirk. Eliri, however, was unimpressed. "Cool one liner. You humans really do watch the vids too much. Just remember, this isn't an action flick. You are not a hero. You are a criminal. Cut the heroic pose and tell me your great plan." Eliri said, unimpressed. She gestured to the bed, and Victorie followed, inwardly fuming at the chastising remarks. You would think she'd be a little more grateful, what with us saving her life. She thought as she unraveled her plan for the Asari to hear.

The crew of Charon's Ledger was performing a prison break.