AN: Not really sure if I did Aria justice here. Have fun.

AUDIO LOG # 000157935

DATE: ERROR

WARNING DATA CORRUPTED

So, this is what N5s do, huh? Repair mining ships? No, this mission came straight from the Admiral, there has to be some kind of catch… Heh, maybe-WARNING DATA CORRUPTED

Jesus Barnes, what are you, 5? The boogeyman isn't gonna fly out of one of those vents. If you're gonna be such a pansy, then I'll do it. Just give me the damn cutter. Ha ha, that's very funny Shep-WARNING DATA CORRUPTED

Something's wrong. Houston went to look for the captain three hours ago. He should have been back by now… Hey Shepard! Shepard? Barnes? Where the hell did they go?

Something's scrambling my electronics, I can't get any of the others to respond. And where the hell is the crew? There was some kind of fight on this ship, we saw blood when we went through the bridge. The captain's dead. Looks like he has been for quite a while. Still no sign of Barnes, Shepard, Houston or Johnson. Hope this doesn't end up like one of those horror mov-vids. Gonna have to edit that part out.

If there's one thing I don't like about the Blue Suns, it's their sense of timing. They just so happened to show up just when I was making a deal with one of my dirty C-Sec cops? No, I don't think so. A mole in my organization probably tipped them off. I'll have to do a thorough investigation later. For you non-business minded people, that means I'll find the mole and kill him.

"You think you can double cross the Blue Suns?", an unimportant batarian wearing Blue Suns armor says with fake anger and confidence, as he and his cohorts point their pea shooters at me.

"You see me talking to a turian wearing C-Sec armor and already think that I've betrayed your trust?", I say, my filtered voice sounding much colder than I had intended. "You never once stopped to think that I was recruiting this fine gentleman?"

"I, uh, didn't think of that…", the idiot says, apparently just about ready to empty his bladder.

"Exactly. You weren't thinking. Put your guns down so we can talk like civilized murderers.", I say, as I walk over to a bench and sit on it, watching as my C-Sec friend walks away, pondering what I'll do when he becomes useless to me. Probably send someone to kill him and his family.

Making the wise decision, the Blue Suns merc and his associates put their guns back on to their magnetic holsters. He makes some kind of hand signal, probably telling them to back away for a bit, but stay close enough so they can defend him if I try something. Or maybe he's just shooing them away. Doesn't really matter.

"So", he starts, with some hesitation, "is the shipment ready?"

"Yes, it's ready. 50 UT-47 Kodiaks, disassembled and put into red and black painted shipping containers at Bay 15. They'll have asari diplomatic seals on them so you won't have to worry about Citadel Customs. Fuel not included.", I finish, already eager to get away from the lovely chap.

"50 Kodiaks, huh?", he whistles appreciatively, "Wonder what the boss paid you.", he starts staring at me, no doubt thinking that I'll answer his not-question.

I humor him, "He didn't pay me anything, just promised to do me a favor."

"What kind of favor?", the merc prods. Now why would he ask me that? He's not C-Sec, I know that much. Most likely from one of the rival merc gangs, sent to spy on Tarak's operations. Should I tell him?

Why not, it's not like he can do anything about it.

"I gave Tarak a bio-weapon and told him to release it in the Council Chambers in five hours.", I say truthfully, enjoying the look of horrified surprise on his face.

"B-bio weapon?", he stutters, terrified out of his mind. Yep, definitely not a Blue Suns merc.

"Yes, bio-weapon, as in biological weapon, a harmful biological agent used as a weapon. Understand now?", I say as condescendingly as possible.

He shifts his position to angle away from me and to the door, obviously very uncomfortable in my presence. I don't blame him. "Yeah, I understand." he murmurs, stands up, calls his associates over and walks away, no doubt to report to his boss.

Several minutes pass as I type away at my omni-tool, finishing some mission reports. Wonder if Hackett will find this 'satisfactory'.

And just as I was getting comfy on my two meter long metal bench, my omni-tool starts beeping, signaling that someone is calling me.

'Unknown caller'.

Probably Aria.

I answer and a deceptively warm voice greets me "Reddington, get your ass over here. Now." I may have overstated the warmth part but I was right, this is definitely Aria.

"Where exactly is 'here'?", I ask, attempting to annoy her.

"Afterlife, smartass. Now get over here or I'll have some of my boys knock you out and drag you over here.", she replies. Apparently, my attempt worked.

I smirk, and the moment I see the calendar on my omni tool, my smirk disappears.

27 days to go.

Fantastic.

AN: So the intro part is over, next part is Eden Prime. See ya.