The Turian was in his sights. Bill Knight used his Incisor Sniper Rifle to look around the courtyard where his target was standing. Bill wasn't sure who the Turian was or who wanted him dead but that didn't matter. He was getting paid a large sum of credits for this kill and needed the money for new equipment. A better omni-tool or cybernetic implants perhaps.
The assassin turned back to the Turian and aimed the sight just below the alien's nose. Suddenly there was a crack and the Turian went down. Purple blood poured out from a hole in its head. After being stunned for a heartbeat, Bill quickly looked up to where he thought the shot had come from and was able to catch a glimpse of a woman walking away with a sniper rifle on her back.
Bill deactivated his rifle and it shrunk to the size of a large pistol. He stuck it in back of his right shoulder and stormed off, furious at himself for taking too long to take the shot. He was able to blend in with the screaming, fleeing crowd to evade the C-Sec agents that rushed to the scene.
Later that night Bill walked back to his apartment empty handed. Somehow his employer had known Bill wasn't the one who had taken the shot and refused to pay him. Bill wondered if the Salarian had hired someone cheaper to avoid paying the price Bill was offered. As he walked down the streets of the Citadel he saw something in the corner of his eye. He looked and saw long dark hair flowing over slender shoulders and a long sniper rifle. It couldn't be...Bill looked toward his apartment in the distance. He was looking forward to a warm meal but it would have to wait. He needed to find out if this woman was the same one who killed the Turian.
He turned back toward her and started following her, staying behind but not too far behind. He didn't want her to know he was following her. Up ahead he could see her turn into an alley. When he reached it a few seconds earlier it was empty. And a dead end. He looked around and saw no doors on either side.
"Now where have you gotten too..." he muttered to himself.
Suddenly he was thrown back. It felt like a car was shoved into his chest. The woman was using biotics to hover down from the place she had undoubtedly been hiding. Bill struggled to get back up but she forced him down with more biotics.
"You've been following me." She said. "Why?"
"You killed a Turian today." He answered. "I watched you."
"Ah, a cop are you? Or just some goody citizen who wants to try to turn me to the light?" She asked, her tone full of sarcasm.
"Neither." He answered. "You took my kill. I wanna know why."
She raised an eyebrow and let up the small biotic field keeping him on the ground.
"Are you working for Haalin?" He asked. "Did the stupid lizard hire you because you're cheaper?
"Trust me." She started. "I'm not cheap. I work for a Volus named Mundin. He's holed up in a warehouse about 10 minutes from here. Want me to show you?"
Bill stood up slowly and rubbed his head. He hated being thrown around by biotic powers. It had happened only had two other times in his life but they were times he would never forget.
"Why would you just lead me to your boss, knowing I probably don't want to do anything nice to him? It sounds like a trap."
"He's a slimeball. I'd like to see him get what he deserves." she said with a smile. "What have you got to lose...besides another kill."
"Show me." Bill said, eager to show this woman that there were very few things that would keep him from something he set his mind to.