It seemed like the officer was expecting him by the time he hit the bottom of the stairs, as he already turned to Julik before he could speak. Julik waved the officer over and pulled him off to the side, deciding to cut right too the chase. "Your Garrus?" The turian c-sec officer nodded intently and gestured to the Executor. He spoke quietly. "I'm guessing you heard my little conversation with the Executor. Garrus, Garrus Vakarian, I was leading the C-Sec investigation into Saren." This quickly and effectively snagged Julik's attention, and the turian shifted his expression from angered to interested.

"Did you find anything I should know about?" Julik asked. "Saren's a Spectre...most of his actions are classified. I couldn't find anything solid. But I know he's up to something, as humans say, I can feel it in my gut." Finally someone who can actually help in this place. Julik thought, carrying their conversation over too a set of nearby benches. Saren had effectively dropped every strategy of lying and deceit on the Council to smudge the facts and slip under the radar, there had to be a heavy chunk of information that would pin the murderous sadist and reveal to the Council the monster that he really was. Garrus continued. "Last thing I was able to dig up was that the crime boss Fist was trying to kill this medic down in the Wards, Dr. Michel. She has information that could help prove Saren is guilty."

Julik nodded and leaned back in the chair, folding his 3 fingered hands on his lap. If someone was trying to kill her for it, it must be pretty major. "So...we go question her, then deal with Fist?" Garrus twitched his mandibles and rolled his head, replying in a calm manner. "Or we deal with Fist, then go for her. But there's no telling what he could do to her before we find him." The young C-Sec officer huffed in agreement, beckoning Julik to stand and follow him. Things were quiet between the two as they descended in the elevator, each floor ticking away as they traveled toward the Wards.

Again the news rudely entered the elevator, and began to talk about a supposed in-progress terrorist attack happening at Terra Nova. Batarians. presumably, Terra Nova was a human colony. The elevator hissed to a stop and the sliding doors opened into the Wards, Garrus began to hurry his pace. Multiple individuals were calmly poised by the railing next to the window that dominated the entire one wall of the Citadel, just like Julik's hotel room. He wondered if all buildings were made in the same way. A holographic medical cross symbol hovered above the door of one of the rooms, though the schedule posted by the door said it should be closed right now, the lock was green and flickered, evidence of a forceful entry. Julik made the evidence clear, and Garrus equipped his pistol.

The pair slowly slid the door open, ducking under the nearest ledge that provided cover. A small group of armed men gathered around the medic, one grabbing her by the throat, and the other keeping the barrel of his gun firmly against her skull. "Fist told us to shut you up-" The one man said, pushing his gun harder. "But if you don't tell Garrus anything, he might reconsider." Julik tapped the metal wall, making the man with the gun turn. Garrus was quick to draw, and put a bullet into the thug's chest. The Doctor grabbed the nearest sharp thing to her and slammed it into the second thug's throat, screaming as the man choked on his own blood and collapsed in a fit of violent convulsing. This is my chance! Julik thought as he drew his omni-blade and charged the final thug.

The Thug began to raise his gun, firing off a round before the turian's blade impaled him to the wall. Julik grabbed the man's throat and pulled out the blade, throwing his body to the floor. A dramatic smear of blood trailed down the wall where the man fell. Garrus was in the process of comforting the doctor, placing one hand on her shoulder and whispering words silently into her ear. Julik was beginning to simmer down as the sudden stinging on his shoulder flared up. A miniscule trickle of blood dripped down from where the thug's bullet had pierced. Luckily, turian plating was tougher than most others, and the round had merely grazed his arm. He simply applied a thorough coating of medi-gel and turned his attention to Garrus and the woman.

"What does Fist want with you Doctor?" Julik questioned as he approached, crossing his arms patiently. The doctor took a deep inhale and shook her arms, shaking off the adrenaline. "I had a Quarian come through about a day or two ago. She was injured pretty badly, and it looked like someone was after her. So I sat her down and treated her wounds. She said she had information against Saren, but Fist wanted her dead, something about Fist working for the Shadow Broker...and the Broker doesn't want Saren dead. He's one of their best customers." The doctor handed Garrus a log-book of the recent patients, recorded by the identity scanner at the front door. He carefully skimmed through it and handed it back to the doctor, gesturing for Julik to join him on the far side of the room.

"Looks like there was a Quarian, but she's missing a name. Look's like we're gonna have to hit Fist after all." Julik nodded and went back over to the doctor. "We're going to have C-Sec clean this mess up down here, don't worry, you won't have to worry about Fist much longer." The doctor gladly smiled, placing both of her hands on Julik's and nodded. "Thank you" She said. Garrus tapped his shoulder and walked out the door, Julik in tow. Garrus explained how if they were going after Fist, they needed extra muscle. He said something about a krogan that had been pulled into the Academy recently due to threat charges.

"Ah great...a krogan. Here we go." Julik muttered.