Vrack followed the human as they made their way toward the civilian and traveler docking bay where the human's ship was. The krogan had put the human in a large shirt, and a glove on his injured hand, giving the illusion the human was in perfect health, though those the layer of sweat on his face, coupled with his nervous walk and constant glances over his shoulder at the krogan, hinted otherwise.

Vrack knew the human felt threatened, and he chose only to exploit this further. After the encounter in the alley, the krogan had led the human to a Citadel store to buy him a large shirt, and then proceeded to remind the human that if he tried anything, a shotgun blast would destroy most of his internal organs. The human was practically cowering in fear when Vrack had said this, the 'badass' act had been entirely dropped by the human.

As they walked through the crowd of people, nearing the docking bay elevator, Vrack began to contemplate what his next move would be once he was off the Citadel. He would definitely seek out the man who had hired him to kill the weapon emporium owner, but then what? Retirement was most likely, though he had to admit to himself, a large part of him still liked this. The thrill of killing, the fun of being a public target, the rush of placing a gun against someone's skull and controlling their fate. He thrived in danger, and killing was his drug of choice. That, and the occasional usage of red sand, though the krogan hadn't dabbled too much into illegal substances.

The human came to a stop in front of a large elevator leading up to the docking bay. Hands shaking, the human extended his good arm, pressing the touch-sensitive call button, and within a few moments, the doors opened to the elevator. Grunting, the krogan gave the human a 'slight' nudge inside, resulting in the human falling to the floor of the elevator.

"Get your ass up." Vrack ordered.

An on-looking asari outside the elevator took note of this, shooting Vrack a concerned, 'what are you doing?' face. Vrack blinked.

"Mind your own damn business!" He shouted.

With a sigh, the asari turned and began walking in the opposite direction, clearly becoming uneasy at the sight of the krogan treating the human like a piece of garbage.

Vrack could care less what anyone thought of him, though he did realize his mistake as the elevator slowly rose to the docking bay. There was a chance the asari would report his description to C-Sec, and he would be caught by the time he could get through security for exiting civilians. Luckily, the human's ship was close to the exit, so as soon as they passed security he could waste the human and, after collecting a fat payment of credits(he fully intended to charge the turian who had hired him interest), heading back to Tuchanka for some downtime.

As the elevator doors opened, the human, whose entire body was almost shaking in fear, stepped out. The line to get through security was moderately full, and Vrack sighed. He could try to move ahead of everyone, but that would likely cause a scene, inevitably only delaying him further from his departure. With a deep inhale, he and the human moved to the back of the line.

Garrus was seated at his desk, clearly distracted. Though he was instructed to complete his late report, the only occasional sign he was getting any further toward that instructed order was the occasional finger moving across his keyboard, typing a few letters. His mind was distracted with the thought of the escaped krogan, and how he was dangerously close to losing his job in only his first year.

Hell, why didn't he just quit? Walk out right now? After all, he was almost certain that C-Sec was slowly and slowly becoming less of a police force and more of a government agency of sorts. Why should protocol dictate when he can fire a gun on someone who has taken hostages? If Garrus had to kill one civilian to stop a killer from killing a hundred more over three years, as much as he hated it, he would do it.

Though sometimes his own logic didn't make sense to him, C-Sec's rules were an entirely different subject. The rules weren't confusing, but when strung together, they were almost contradicting one another. Pallin had informed Garrus that C-Sec Headquarters were in the process of a rulebook revision, though knowing the speed at which they got deskwork done; it'd likely be 6 months before any rule even had a letter altered.

Suddenly, an icon popped up on his holo-screen, indicating a new message had arrived. Now with good reason to be momentarily distracted from his work, he quickly brought up his inbox, clicking on the new message. It read:

'From: Pallin, Venari (.net )

To: Vakarian, Garrus (.net)

Subject: Lead On Krogan?

Message:

Garrus, a C-Sec Officer near Citizen Docking Bay 113 got a report of a krogan matching the description of the one who'd taken the hostages at the emporium, but there are a lot of krogan that fit that description. It was reported by an asari who saw the krogan shoving a human around. If you're looking for an excuse to leave your deskwork, this is it. But remember, you still have to finish the report by 10:00 tomorrow, or it's your ass.'

As soon as Garrus had finished reading the message, he'd quickly turn off the holo-screen on his computer, and exit his work area, knowing his next destination.

By the time Vrack and the human had reached the front of the line to be checked by security, a good twenty or so minutes had to have passed. Growing more and more sick of the Citadel with each passing second, Vrack was, needless to say, ready to go through the security check.

"Right this way." The human C-Sec Officer directed them, the doors to a small room opening. There was another door opposite the entrance, and a turian C-Sec Guard standing on the other side of the room in front of a small terminal.

Vrack and the human stepped in, and moved to the other side.

"Sorry for the inconvenience." The turian said, apologizing for the scan that was currently taking place. The scanners passed over the krogan without an issue, but as soon as they passed over the human, a buzzer rang out, detecting an unauthorized weapon of some sort on the human.

The buzzer quickly alerted the human, and in a swift movement, he reached his good hand down into his boot, pulling a large, sharp knife from it. He turned and pointed it at the krogan, backing into a corner as he did so. Seeing this, the turian C-Sec Officer quickly pulled out his pistol, aiming it at the human.

"Drop the weapon!" The Officer ordered, but the words were given a deaf ear by the human. All the human could focus on was the krogan. The savage beast that had snapped his wrist and then attempted to use him to escape the Citadel, and was now attempting to steal his ship. The human might be cowering, but he wasn't stupid. He knew the krogan planned to get rid of him as soon as he had access to a ship.

"He's using me!" The human shouted in a panic. "He's gonna try to kill me!"

Vrack quickly feigned innocence, shooting the turian C-Sec Officer an odd glance. The turian officer returned it momentarily, before his gaze quickly returned to the obviously unstable human.

"Drop. The. Blade." The Officer said in a cold, demanding tone, clearly ready to fire his weapon at the human if he so much as took a slight step forward at either the krogan or the turian.

The human had had it. The blade tightly gripped in his hand, he charged at the krogan, ready to exact his revenge. As he stepped forward, several shots rang out, and the human saw a flash of white. An intense amount of pain shot up his right side, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

The turian had fired three well-placed shots into the human's right side, effectively eliminating the threat. Pleased with his work, he slowly lowered his pistol.

Mistake.

Now was Vrack's chance to get off the Citadel. Without the human's ship identification, he had no way of accessing the ship. It would be extremely suspicious for Vrack to take the human's ship ID verification from his corpse and attempt to use it as his own. Of course, the krogan could've said he was family, or a friend, but then he would be dragged out for a statement, and then asked why his friend/family member pulled a blade on him. Too much time.

There was a simpler, faster way.

Quickly, the krogan pulled out his shotgun from its holster, and just as it finished unfolding, Vrack fired a shot dead square into the turian's chest at point-blank range. The turian had no idea what had hit him. Falling backwards, dead, the turian's blood was slung across the wall, giving the dull gray a shower of red liquid over it.

The widespread panic began as everyone in the line, waiting for the security check began screaming, running, or both.

Garrus reached docking bay 113 as soon as he could. Of course, it was likely that the krogan that the asari had reported was an average civilian. After all, the krogan were a very violent species, and it was most likely that the altercation with the human was simply a small scrap, nothing more.

As Garrus advanced toward the security line, he began scouting the people in it, looking for the krogan. There was no doubt in his mind; he remembered the krogan's appearance right down to every scar on his face. A darkening brown hide, with the chin and neck of the krogan being a light yellow, a scar running from his lip down to his chin, red, beady eyes that were full of hatred… Garrus knew exactly what he was looking for.

Scouting the crowd, Garrus was quickly drawn to gunfire from the scanning room. Garrus's hand shot to his pistol, ready to pull it from its holster if there was any more. Slowly, he looked into the scanning room, and was horrified to see a dead human, and the krogan he'd been after. Drawing his pistol, Garrus ran forward, but he was too late. The krogan drew his shotgun, and blew away the turian C-Sec guard with ease.

Now with the people in a panic, Garrus attempted to maneuver through them to reach the scanning area. The whole event reminded him of the first chase he'd given to the krogan, through the celebration. He wasn't making the same mistake twice, and this time, there weren't any inexperienced guards around to save the krogan.

Garrus quickly pitted himself against a wall outside of the scanning room. Slowly, he peeked in to see the krogan exiting through the other side, a ship ID in hand."Damn." Garrus said under his breath. The ship ID would let him onto the human ship. Older ships still scanned ID's, though newer ones had face and voice recognition technology built directly in.

Garrus rounded the corner, pistol aimed. He followed after the krogan, but not before giving the human's corpse a sympathetic expression. "Poor guy.." Garrus thought, before re-focusing on his current pursuit, and sprinting out of the scanning area.

As he rounded the corner, the end of a shotgun was slammed into the side of his head. The doors to the scanning area snapped shut in a C-Sec Safety Lockdown. Garrus glanced up, vision blurred, but he made out the form of the krogan standing over him, shotgun in hand. Still holding the pistol in his hand, Garrus quickly attempted to raise it and shoot the krogan, but his attempt was foiled as the krogan brought a foot down onto his wrist, pinning it down. Garrus cried out a bit, the krogan's foot easily weighing enough to crush his entire wrist, though he didn't.

The area they were now in was just outside of the ship port, a sort of observation area. There were crates stacked high with ship parts, salvaged materials from destroyed ships, and several work benches. Mechanics often frequented this area to get materials for ship repair.

"Ha! Now what, Mr. C-Sec?" The krogan asked, mocking Garrus. Garrus had to think of something, fast. Either he was going to be killed, or his wrist was going to snap, rendering him useless in combat. The pistol had slipped from his hand, so he could go for it with his left hand, but the krogan was pretty much guaranteed to put the weight of his foot down onto Garrus's wrist, likely breaking it.

Next to Garrus was a pile of crates, stacked taller than the krogan. It would provide a minimal distraction, and one of two things was guaranteed to happen. The krogan would step back, avoiding the fall, or stay put, getting hit by the crates full of ship parts. Garrus had to go for it, it was his only chance. If the krogan stayed put, he would go for his pistol.

Quickly reaching his left hand over, he pushed the bottom crate away from him so that the ones on top of it fell towards and down onto the krogan. Garrus cried out in pain as Vrack caught on to what he was doing, and applied more pressure to Garrus's wrist. However, the pain and tension was brought to a halt as Vrack backed off, avoiding the falling crates.

Garrus's wrist was hurting, but he had to seize the opportunity. Springing up, he grabbed his pistol with his left hand and moved out of the way just as the crates hit the floor. Garrus dove for cover behind a wall sticking out from the scanning room, taking a moment to catch his breath.

Vrack was now very pissed off. No more screwing around, he was going to kill this damn turian! Charging forward, shotgun in hand, the krogan screamed out as he headed for the wall where Garrus was, planning to take out the wall and Garrus in the same charge.

Garrus had anticipated this. Once a krogan was tired of screwing around, they either charged or walked away. This particular krogan took the more obvious, and more expected, action. Garrus carefully waited a few moments, and then dove out of the way of the krogan. The krogan had known there was a wall, and had planned to smash through it. What he didn't know, was there was another wall behind that, only much thicker. The krogan hit the other wall with extreme force, causing his head to smash directly into it. Blood stained the wall, the krogan spit out several teeth as he fell to the ground, and his head plate had a large dent in it, likely resulting in a fractured skull.

Despite all the pain, the krogan still attempted to lift his shotgun to kill Garrus. However, his vision was blurred with blood and pain, causing it to distort his target. Garrus raised his pistol, and fired. The krogan dropped the shotgun as the shot cleanly ripped through his hand. Grunting in pain, the Krogan slowly eased himself up so he was standing, to face Garrus.

"What are you waiting for?" The krogan asked, spitting out blood onto the floor, before looking up to the turian. The krogan was breathing heavily, and through pure instinct, could tell he was near death. His skull fracture was serious, and he knew he wasn't getting to a doctor any time soon.

As much as Garrus might have wanted to shoot the krogan, he didn't. He lowered his pistol, and shook his head. "You are hereby placed under arrest by Citadel Security." Garrus started, but he was interrupted before he could inform the krogan of his rights.

"No." Would be all the krogan said. Vrack took a few steps toward the railing that prevented people from falling off the side, down into space, dying. He glanced over, before turning back to Garrus.

"I'll die before I face the charges of my crimes." He said, before raising his foot, and in a last ditch effort, kicked a piece of the railing off, sending it flying down below. Garrus knew the krogan was trying to escape his crimes by any means, even if it meant suicide. However, it was not in the C-Sec Officer's plan to let this krogan commit suicide, as he saw it as getting out easy.

"You have one chance to back away." Garrus said, raising his pistol. If he shot the krogan in the skull in his weakened state, in the fractured area, it would likely kill him. His shields were still up on his armor, so Garrus was limited on where he could immobilize the krogan.

"And if I don't?" The krogan asked in a cold tone.

Quickly, in a swift movement, Garrus pulled a grenade from his belt and threw it forward. The circular grenade spun until it stuck to the ground directly In front of the krogan's feet.

"Ha. See you in hell." The krogan said, before closing his eyes, ready to face death. In his mind, dying was easier than going to prison. It wasn't that he couldn't defend himself, but he wasn't about to spend his retirement years behind a glass plate.

A moment of pure silence passed, and the grenade detonated. However, as it went off it was quickly made evident that the grenade was a flash bang, and not what the krogan had thought; an explosive. With the blood dripping onto his face and the skull fracture distorting his vision, he had mistakenly thought it was an explosive grenade.

Garrus smirked, and then moved forward quickly, pulling out a pair of cuffs. He managed to get behind the krogan, and kicked him in the back of the knee, causing the temporarily blind krogan to fall forward. Despite a sprained wrist, Garrus was able to get the krogan's hands behind his back by applying a bit of pressure to the krogan's skull, before, securely cuffing the krogan's limbs.

Several C-Sec officers emerged from the scanning room, pistols aimed. Pallin was among them, obviously having heard of the commotion going on. Garrus didn't doubt it wasn't already being broadcast over several news networks. Pallin, along with the others, slowly lowered his weapon and gave a small smirk, impressed with Garrus's work.

"Where were you ten minutes ago?" Garrus asked, before flashing a small smile.

"You were on thin ice, Vakarian. But I'd say you've redeemed yourself with this." Pallin said, before holstering his pistol and moving forward. "Are you hurt?"

Garrus glanced down at his wrist. It was bruised, and it ached, but it wasn't broken. He shook his head. "Nothing serious, some ice'll help out."

Pallin pulled Vrack up, and placed an order for an escort transit shuttle. Garrus exited the area, walking through the scanning area and then back towards C-Sec Academy. He chuckled to himself. A fight with a vicious krogan, coming within inches of death, and he was walking away with a sprained wrist. He was still in disbelief.

As Garrus maneuvered his way through the people inhabiting the Citadel, he took a moment to think about his job, and what he'd accomplished so far. Taking down the krogan was easily the most action he'd seen yet, and he was damn proud of single-handedly doing it. Literally, single-handedly as his wrist was going to take a bit to heal. "Ah well," He thought. "No big deal." After all, the only thing he had to look forward to tomorrow was desk work.