As the ship entered the atmosphere of the bronze planet, millions of sand and rock particles battered the sides of the ship. It was hard to see through all of it, but it gave good cover. They had to hurry, the dust storm would be over quick. If those at the medical research base saw the unmarked ship coming in, they would know something was off. It wasn't one of their usual transport ships here to give them resources. After some time, it arrived at its temporary home, inside of a thin valley between two mountains. The six-wheeled land vehicle had made home there, with its salarian owner waiting for the ship's arrival, with its inhabitants. His employees, for the moment. The sun was highest in the sky, eradicating all shadows on this side of the planet. Sawyer slung his rifle around his shoulder and made his way towards the airlock, with the others scattered around him on their way there, too. His mind was focused on the next few hours, hoping that he could make this work. The door slid open and the group made their way out on to the dirt. As he looked around to dark brown rocks around him, he heard the door to the rover open and swing on its upward hinge. A green tinged salarian came out, dressed in black and yellow garb. "You are Tilus?" He asked quickly and abruptly.

"I am. This is my crew." He responded, with an arm extended out, introducing those behind him. "Doctor Hortik Faelis. It looks like the base has beefed up security a little bit since we last spoke, no one knows about our deal, but with where we are in the galaxy, it is never a bad idea. Are you well prepared?" His voice was higher pitched, as most salarian's voices were. It was as if someone had sped up a human news vid.

"Yes, this is the rover?" Tilus asked.

"Yes. I had some stronger outer plating installed, it should be able to withstand fire for quite a while. It is all terrain, and has fresh fuel. They don't have windows towards the southwest, but they do have a guard or two on watch. The data I need is on a couple of the computers, they rotate it to a new one everyday, so you will have to search for it. I'd have access to it if the head researcher wasn't such a prude. Anyways, I just need the data, but I don't want this traced back to me, so make sure it can't be."

Tilus nodded. "Any clue on where it will most likely be?"

The salarian considered the question for a minute, before finally answering.

"There's no real way to guess, they keep it random on purpose. However, most of the research is done in the center building, as I wrote to you in the message I sent you. If it does happen to be in there, I've sent another message with the lock code. As far as their records are concerned, the system is still secure, so you should get in just fine. The other areas are low tech security, so those should not be much trouble if it is in one of them."

Again, the turian nodded. "I'll contact you when it's done."

The salarian thanked him, and then started a long walk down the small valley to another rover.

"Alright, we are going to have some time until the sun starts to set. Naissa, can you check the vehicle and make sure it is fine? Despite what he said, we need to make sure this thing works, can't have it break down when we need it. Amira, I need you and Bahak to start moving things into the rover itself, listen for transmissions too. If anything on the site changes, we need to be able to change our plan with it. Sawyer, you and I will take a peek at the base."

A couple of the crew members nodded, and they all went their own ways to start their tasks. Naissa went back into the ship and gathered her tools and maintenance items, Amira and Bahak went in as well to gather ammo, the most well loved guns, and a grenade or two. Tilus started southward, and Sawyer followed his lead. They walked about thirty meters and then to the right, beginning to climb up the somewhat less steep hill compared to the incline the ship was in. They finally stopped at a V-shape crevice between two parts of the rocky hill. The turian grabbed some binoculars from his pack to get a better look. The base was mostly white, with some dark gray bare-boned platforms outside. A tall rectangular building rose up in the center, a few other ones about half as tall surrounded it. The more distanced gained from the center of the base, the more spread out the buildings were. Bridges crossed gaps here and there. A radio tower stood tall and strong to the north. This side of the base had few windows, the tall center building had virtually none, save for one that wrapped the perimeter near the top.

"Looks like going in from the southwest really is the best option. How good are you with that rifle?" Tilus asked without lowering the binoculars.

"I'm pretty good with it." Sawyer responded, hoping to keep the turian from believing he was a complete fool with the gun.

"As we drive up, I need someone to take out those two guards. If we do it quickly, then we'll be able to get in before they know something is wrong. Think you can handle one of them?"

Tilus took the binoculars away from his face and turned his head to the human. Sawyer's mind went to his skill with his rifle. He could shoot fine, but he wasn't as good if he was moving. Not with his rifle at least. He hadn't practiced with that constant change of position.

"Yeah." He said with a nod.

"Good. "

Sawyer thought about the other times he had fired his gun. It was the same now as it was then. Killing was not what he wanted to do, but he had to. It wasn't so much a situation where he had to choose between his own survival or theirs, but in a indirect way, it was. Without doing this, he was out of luck.

"Another thing, this is your first run with us, so I'm going to tell you ahead of time. Amira sees something in you that could be useful to us, and usually she is right. Usually. Just follow my orders when things get hot and you won't have anything to worry about. Got it?" The turian seemed to let a bit of slight concern for the human out through his words. Why this was, Sawyer did not know. Turians and Humans did not start off on the right foot, but they weren't enemies.

"Here's this, you'll need it." The turian unhooked a pistol from his side and handed it the human. It was a basic handgun, an M-3 Predator. It was inexpensive, but tough and reliable. One of the most common pistols in the galaxy, but not tough enough to be used in military, where it would fail to break through kinetic barriers. Sawyer took it from the three-fingered hand extended towards him and looked it over. A couple scratches here and there, but mostly unmarked. He thanked him and attached it to the pack at his side.