The alleyway was empty, cold, and rather dark. Lauren shifted from her spot on a ledge above the ground, her pistol in her hands. A new group of blood pack was due to come by in any minute, and she was sitting there in the dark, waiting. She'd gone out to do this on her own after she found out that the blood pack group was headed to take out one of her informants - a salarian scavenger - after he'd given her a datadisk he'd stolen. He was a cunning little guy - stealing a data disk right from under the nose of a rather large krogan. Lauren was impressed by the guy. He'd make a good thief, if he wasn't wasting away on Omega.
She heard footsteps coming down the alleyway and she crouched, staring over the edge of her hiding place. A few vorcha walked with guns in hand, a krogan not too far behind them. She caught the tail end of their conversation and stopped to listen.
"-Fucking salarian bastard steals my datadisk. We'll show the mealy bastard what we do to thieves."
One of the vorchas hissed a response she didn't catch.
"Fuck what anyone else says. He doesn't work for Aria or her men. We don't have to worry."
Lauren took this as her cue and leaned over the edge completely, emptying her clip into two vorchas before they realized where the shots were coming from. Before they could aim their guns at her she had managed to throw a singularity over the edge. The krogan stumbled back into another vorcha, falling over and hitting hte ground with a dull thump. Lauren jumped over the edge and landed heavily on the ground. The other vorchas fired at her, hitting her shield, but were no match for Lauren's biotic throws. Their light bodies slammed into the ground and walls as she mercilessly went after them. She wasn't thinking about what she was doing, about how much noise she was making, but rather about how stupid the blood pack was for continuing to cause trouble.
This was the seventh patrol she'd killed. It's like their leader had forgotten Aria's warning - but at the same time itchingly remembered it. He never went after Aria's men. Always the informants or the numerous shop owners that paid her. Lauren slammed her pistol into a vorcha's neck, effectively snapping it. She turned around to see the barrel of the krogan's shotgun by her head. On instinct she dropped and threw her leg out, hitting the krogan square in his quad, a trick she learned from Anto.
The young krogan dropped, his gun clattering to the ground. Lauren brought her pistol around and placed it between his eyes. She pulled the trigger without any other thought, leaving the krogan's body to hit the ground. She put her pistol away and gently walked over the seven corpses she'd left in the alleyway. Her informant came around the corner and looked at her, his eyes wide.
"You weren't kidding," he said quickly. "They were coming for me."
Lauren rolled her eyes. "Go home. Lock your doors. I don't think any more will be coming for you. But call me if you see anymore, alright?"
The salarian looked at her and blinked. "You still haven't paid me."
Lauren sighed and pulled out a credit chit for him. "A hundred. For being willing bait. Get lost before I decide to waste a bullet instead."
The salarian took the chit and vanished down the alleyway, leaving Lauren standing near the bodies. She really didn't care who found them, what she cared about now was getting someplace where she could sleep. She dug her hands into her pocket and walked to the nearest exit out of the alleyway, leaving the corpses to rot there.