The salarian froze behind his crate, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't hear the guards anymore and he couldn't hear the vorcha mercenaries either. He looked out behind the crate and saw someone standing above one of the mercenaries. It was a human with a pistol aimed at the krogan's head. He watched as the human suddenly pulled the trigger and as the well aimed shot hit the krogan between the eyes. He must have made a noise, because the human turned to look at his hiding spot. He ducked behind his crate and tried to be as quiet as possible.

He heard footsteps coming his way. Suddenly the crate he was hiding behind was thrown violently away from him. He threw himself to the floor and covered his head with his hands, practically screaming for mercy. "I had no idea what they were doing! I swear! Please don't shoot me!"

A dark armored boot stopped right by his head. "Turn over on your back." The human commanded.

He rolled over slowly, keeping his hands where he knew the mercenary could see them. "I'm not one of them I swear! Please don't shoot me!"

The human's eyes narrowed. She seemed to consider something for a minute before she holstered her pistol. "You've got three seconds to get the hell out of here, or I'll leave your corpse with the others."

The salarian didn't have to be told twice. He got up and ran, not knowing where he was going, but he didn't care. When he finally got tired he stopped and leaned up against a wall for support. Not a single person at the salvage yard was going to believe what he saw tonight. How could they? He thought to himself. Like a single human could go up against a whole Blood Pack patrol and come out unharmed.

It was suicide to even talk to the Blood Pack lately – he wouldn't know a single person who'd even consider walking into their territory – especially with guns. The vorcha had been violent lately, taking out anyone that walked through their territory with even a knife on them. The salarian took a deep breath.

Who the hell was that human anyway? He looked down the alleyway and rubbed at his forehead. He'd never seen a human that looked like that before. He'd seen armored humans before – but not like her. She was wearing a black set of armor that he'd never seen before. It wasn't bulky or missing pieces like the mercenaries on the station wore. It was a complete set, and looked basically brand new. She couldn't have been Eclipse, she didn't have the visors that they wore. And she couldn't be blue suns because she wasn't wearing blue. Could she have been one of Aria's men?

He shook his head. He needed to stop sitting around and get home before he wandered across more Blood Pack patrols. He pushed himself off the wall and started walking, looking over his shoulder as he went. Who was that human?

The Blood Pack Battlemaster hadn't heard anything from one of his patrols all night. He assumed the idiot he put in charge must have gotten his patrol lost somewhere in the station. One of his other patrols had radioed him not too long ago, telling him that he needed to get to the back alley behind the salvage yard as soon as possible. When he arrived he saw the other patrol standing around, staring at what looked like a pile of crates. As he got closer, he realized that it wasn't a pile of crates; it was a pile of bodies.

He shoved one of the vorcha out of the way and found himself staring at his missing patrols. All were riddled with bullet holes and partially crushed underneath the crates. He was filled with rage. "Did anyone see anything?" he asked one of the patrols.

"No," one of the vorchas hissed. "Just heard noise. Gunshots and bangs. Came here and found this."

He looked back at the pile of bodies. "Get rid of the bodies." he ordered the other patrol.

He noticed a body of a krogan a few feet away and went to look at it. He noticed a bullet between the young krogan's eyes and growled. This one had been shot after he'd been knocked down. The krogan's limbs looked odd, like he'd been flailing about before he landed there, unable to move. He had to have been held in the air and slammed down by a biotic. A cold hearted biotic.

"Put the word out to Garm that we're looking for a biotic." He told a nearby krogan. "And tell the patrols to keep their eyes out too."

Whoever did this just got themselves put on the Blood Pack's hit list. And he was going to make sure they paid for this with their life.