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[b][u][center]Mounting Debt[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]Chapter 1: Return Customers[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For bbbuuu[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Saerow Azen’s job was only half-over as the Salarian stepped down from the stage. As another stripper passed by – an Asari that was at least three paygrades higher than him – the thong-wearing dancer looked across the assembled crowd. More than half of them only had eyes for the female getting up on the pole, but there were always those that watched him as he left, their eyes glued either to his gluteal plates or something else. They were his clients for the rest of the night, and they were the ones that were much harder to manage. After all, Aria paid for the stage security, but what her employees did on their own time was not her problem.

The Salarian kept his walk casual as he made his way through them towards the back rooms, knowing that he couldn’t deliberately advertise his ‘services.’ That was part of the rule in Afterlife. Prostitution was legal, of course, but Aria had a strict no-competition clause. If he was going to get a client, he had to get them to ask first, rather than going through and pitching his services. It was harder, but it did mean a more dedicated client base.

Unfortunately, the crowd didn’t have any of his regulars in it. There were a few that looked tempted to come up and ask for a round, but none of them bothered to leave their chairs. Azen imagined that they were probably too scared to try propositioning someone, or not nearly drunk enough.

[i]Pity. Could use the income.[/i]

Not that Aria paid badly, but he preferred to have a little more luxury in his life than he currently did. All his bills were taken care of, but where were the fancy clothes, the fast shuttle, the hunks he could order around his apartment? Nowhere, unless he managed to get the extras he needed off of this second job.

Letting out a measured sigh, he made his way to the back part of the club with greater speed. No point hanging out in the open when there was no one that would take advantage of him. Better to just get home and come up with some new routines.

He’d just stepped into the hallways behind the main floor of the club when he heard the clink-clink of heavy armor. Aside from the Krogans that spent all their time with the Patriarch, there were only two people that would be back here and making that much noise. Azen’s lips turned up slightly, and he turned towards the noise.

“Ah, Jenkins. Geeroy. Long time no see. Starting to think you weren’t interested anymore.”

The Blue Sun mercs had different reactions, as they always did. Jenkins blushed in the peculiar way that humans always did when they weren’t entirely comfortable, and Geeroy glared at him. Then again, Batarians were almost always glaring, so he wasn’t entirely sure that the gesture was supposed to mean anything.

“We’re here every week for you to suck our dicks, fucking whore. Cut the crap.”

“Y-you know, Geeroy, we could actually…you know, get more, if we saved up a little bit.”

“I’m not waiting on getting off. So, Salarian, usual deal?”

Azen chuckled, but nodded, gesturing for them to take the lead. By this point, the two of them had the route to his private room memorized, he was sure. The fact that they were here early, rather than coming to him while he was getting ready to go home, told him everything that he needed to know. Geeroy was horny again, they’d just gotten paid, and neither of them wanted to go for a cheaper street whore when they could get him, even if the Batarian was probably gonna push him for anal again. Which, in turn, wasn’t going to happen unless they were being paid much more than usual.

A short walk later, and both Jenkins and Geeroy were in the private room, stripping out of their armor like they always did, and he was walking over to the pole in the middle of the room without the slightest hesitation. He gave his thong a little adjustment in a casual motion, knowing that to them it would look more like stroking his ass than anything else. It left the g-string in the back almost off of his hole, and he could feel their eyes already slipping down to that little spot.

“So, boys, the usual?”

“Unless you’ve stopped being a fucking prude…”

“Not prudishness. Value. I’m not giving you something for free, not when people are willing to pay for it.”

Though not as often as he’d like, admittedly. The last time that he had a customer paying for anal, it’d been when he was first getting started as a stripper out here. Since then, people were happier paying for the street whores if they wanted something more than oral, but that wasn’t going to get him to drop his prices. If someone wanted to fuck him back there, they were going to pay the costs so that he could deal with all the discomfort after. Taking a Krogan back there had wrecked him for dancing for almost a week, and there was no way he was letting a Batarian back there without a lot of money backing it up. Might have been smaller, but they sure as hell were meaner.

The two mercs nodded at him to get on with it, so he did, throwing his leg around the pole and pulling himself up by it. The feeling of the metal between his legs was always soothing. Cool and smooth, compared to the warm, wet heat that hit him everywhere else.

[i]All down to nerves, of course. Stimulation of contrast means that sensation is far stronger,[/i] he thought, unable to help himself as he spun around the pole. His upraised leg meant that his thong slipped deeper and deeper into his ass cheeks, pressing against his hole tightly. The feeling wasn’t that different to a finger rubbing back there, though it was smoother than any of the callused fingers of his clients would have been.

He looked over his shoulder occasionally as he continued to spin and dance around the pole, watching the human and Batarian stroke themselves to the show. They must have already been hard as soon as they walked into the room, or something, because they were already dripping along their fingers. Azen smirked to himself, turning away as he ground his hips against the pole, almost like he was humping and grinding, bumping and sliding along another male.

The soft grunts of pleasure behind him told him that they were enjoying the show just fine.

[i]Not long until they’ll want my mouth,[/i] he thought to himself. [i]Wonder who’s going to pop faster.[/i]

It’d be an interesting experiment. He had been gathering information on the pair of them for his studies for a while now. Baselines, mostly, considering that neither of them were around for long, but he had that down. The Batarian never lasted longer than 5-6 minutes, always taking control and forcing his cock down the Salarian’s throat when he had the option. Effort was kept at a minimum in order to ensure that the level of stimulus between Geeroy and Jenkins was kept as equal as possible.

Jenkins, on the other hand, preferred to be much more passive, leaning back and letting him do the work. The most the human would do was tell him to try a different angle, or rub along his horns a bit to try and get him to move faster. As a result, he gave the human merc a much better blowjob, most days, yet it still took the human almost ten minutes to cum most of the time. The only exception was when he had included some extra ball-fondling for the human. That had sped it up by half.

Now that he had the baselines, though, he could really start experimenting. The Salarian smiled as he turned, grinding his rump up against the pole, making sure that both of the mercs were watching him closely. The Blue Suns were definitely eager; their cocks were throbbing hard, and both had taken their hands away, probably knowing that they were going to blow soon if they kept it up, and neither of them looked like they wanted to waste their time or credits on just watching someone strip down.

Finally, Azen stepped off of the stage, smiling as he swayed his hips back and forth. He deliberately threw in a bit of an extra sway as he walked down to them, laying his hands on their shoulders as he smirked.

“Ready for me to take care of you?”

“Fucking hell, yes!”

Geeroy’s hand smacked down on his ass, and the Salarian smiled as he was groped, his ass cheeks tugged on, pulled apart, and then pushed back together. His thong was positively soaked from the effort of dancing around, sweaty and wet, and he let the two mercs pull it down, stepping out of it before Jenkins took the garment away. Seeing the human sniffing at it afterwards, however, made him chuckle.

“You like that smell, human?”

“Um, well, I…”

“Keep it, for now. I have more.”

Confidence. Confidence was good, particularly with clients. He needed to make sure that they remembered that he was in charge, particularly if Geeroy –

“NNGH!”

He bit his lip, whipping his head around as he felt that familiar finger pressing against his rim again. He took a quick step forward before it could finish penetration, and kept moving until he was completely out of reach.

“I warned you last time, Geeroy. Fifty credits extra.”

“You’re a fucking whore. I can do what I like.”

“You can do what you pay for.”

“You puny little –”

“Geeroy, Afterlife, remember?!”

The Batarian paused, halfway out of his seat, and grumbled as he slid back down, reaching over the side for the piece of his armor that had his money.

Azen resisted the urge to huff a sigh of relief. While he had warned both of them that he would charge them extra if Geeroy kept up this fuckery with his ass, he didn’t have anything to back it up or make sure that it happened. The Batarian could easily had just kept doing what he was doing; there was no security that would back him up when he was doing stuff off of work hours, even while still on the premises. He just wasn’t that valuable to Aria, from all signs.

The fifty credits, plus the hundred fifty for the dual blowjob, were thrown up on the stage a few seconds later. Azen nodded in approval, and walked back over to them. He had a smile on that showed that there was no hard feelings, and a second later, they were both fondling him again, squeezing his ass, grinning like they were the best lovers in the galaxy.

[i]Heh, amateurs. Wrong nerves.[/i]

It was a study of his, admittedly, so he didn’t feel too superior to them. Nerve function and response to stimulation were his particular fields of study, and while it was a bit of a deviance from standard medical practices, he found that sexual stimulation could truly heighten the way that the nervous system functioned. Certain types of stimulation, he had proposed, would make a person much faster, stronger, more aware of things going on. He even postulated that there were ways of using sexual fun to increase the response time of a soldier.

Not that anyone had really listened to that back at the university. Most had called him a pervert, and in a way, perhaps he was. His methods for study certainly had become more perverse, though at the same time, more accurate.

Geeroy pulled him down, and the Salarian went along with it, knowing that the boys would want to have some fun soon. He grinned to himself, stroking the Batarian’s leathery thighs as he took in the sight of that thick cock.

It wasn’t as erotic as most people probably thought strippers found these things. Cocks were cocks, and he saw them everywhere in Afterlife, whether in the audience, the locker rooms, or the dressing rooms. Half of the performers had them, and the variety between them was immense, but they weren’t that sexy after so many years. They were, however, more than slightly profitable, so he made as if it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, grinning and ‘moaning’ for the merc.

Keeping his legs closed so that they didn’t have to look at his lack of excitement, he leaned in and started lathering the side of the Batarian’s cock with spit. He would need all that lube later, when that wide shaft was pounding down his throat. Without it, his lips would be friction burned with the intensity of the thrusting, and the last thing he needed was to deal with something like that.

He worked up to the tip, closing his lips around the very top, and sucked. The Batarian groaned, leaning his head back as pre flowed freely, as if from a bottle. He smiled, flicking his tongue over the opening a few times before pulling his head back, working his way down the underside. The slow throbbing of the shaft, the way he felt blood running through it, pulsing, shifting, trembling, was almost addictive, and he moaned to himself as he nuzzled along the base.

[i]Now…baseline says 5 minutes. Let’s speed that up.[/i]

He brought his fingers along those leathery thighs, experimentally rubbing and poking a few places. Some got no response, but as he got closer and closer to the point where the legs met the pelvis, he got some muscle twitches. Azen experimented a bit more, rubbing, stroking –

“NNNGH! Fuck!”

[i]Found you.[/i]

The Batarian squirmed as he rubbed his thumbs in little circles on the inner thigh, about two inches away from the point where legs met hips. He disguised his discovery by licking up along the base of Geeroy’s cock again, swallowing musky pre all the way up, but it was clear that the Blue Sun was getting really worked up. The flow of pre was far more intense than usual, and he kept having to lick and lap along the head to keep it from making a pool on the chair from how much was flowing down.

Up and down, up and down, that cock twitching and shivering all the while. Despite the new discovery, Azen wanted to know more. He wanted to see what else he could get out of the big guy. Keeping his thumbs in place, he rotated his hands, bringing his fingers to the Batarian’s crotch. A little bit here, nothing there.

His fingers brushed the spot beneath Geeroy’s balls, just a bit above the taint, and suddenly the Batarian thrust upwards. Humping air, that thick cock went wild, spurting pre all over the place, drizzling it between Azen’s horns, and then falling all over his face. He sputtered, shaking his head a few times, but he didn’t stop the rubbing.

“Fuck! FUCK! Stop it! STOP IT YOU FUCKING WHORE!”

So he did, watching as Geeroy fell down against the chair again, gasping and panting. Following his own self-preservation instinct, Azen backed up from the chair, and did it just in time to avoid getting kicked in the head. Jenkins stared at him while the Batarian tried to get his breath back.

“What…what the fuck did you do?”

“Made him feel good. That’s all.”

[i]Though, maybe too good. Note to self. Batarians have powerful nerves in thigh and taint. Must research further, see if possible for climax without touch to genitals.[/i]

It was a fascinating bit of information, however, and he was glad to have figured it out. There were one or two other Batarian regulars that he had, and if this proved true for all of them, it was definitely going to make his oral sessions a great deal shorter. He was pretty sure that he’d gotten Geeroy right to the edge of climax there, and it had only taken two minutes. A pretty good record, considering that there was no throat-fucking going on.

Still, the Batarian looked pretty pissed. And that was never a good sign. Azen put on as much of a smile as he could.

“Is there a problem?”

“Problem? Fuck…fuck you, there’s a…problem. I almost…almost came.”

“…Isn’t that the point?”

“Not that [i]fast[/i]!”

He supposed there was a point there. People did come to feel pleasure, not to get it done quite so quickly. Then again, two minutes instead of five minutes…he couldn’t really see the problem there.

Figuring that the Batarian would need some time to calm down, he moved over to the human. He was about to take Jenkins’s shaft into his mouth when a hand grabbed him by the horns, hard. The squeeze was far more painful than it might have been to a human’s arm, for example, and he yelped loudly as he was pulled back and thrown to the floor.

Looking up, he saw Geeroy standing over him, the Batarian glaring more than usual.

“You aren’t getting to him until you’re done with me, you slut.”

“You wanted me to stop, though.”

“I didn’t say you were done, though.”

[i]Times like this, I really should invest in my own security,[/i] he thought. Even if Aria was able to value him to some degree, there was nothing to say that he shouldn’t have someone of his own, just in case he needed back-up. Gavorn might be interested in some off-hour work, though he was always on call. Maybe he could talk to Oscar or something…

But for the moment, he had to deal with a rather angry client, and a human that wasn’t going to do anything but jerk off to the show in front of him. So, Azen put on another fake smile.

“Perhaps a dance?”

“I want your ass.”

“You know the cost.”

“Fuck the cost. I want it.”

“You want to short-change Aria?”

It was the only threat he could make, and this time, he was worried it wasn’t going to work. The Batarian had one booted foot in the air, was about to slam it down…and then stopped. Instead, he roared, turning around and punching his chair. In fact, he punched the top right off of it.

“Get dancing, you fucking whore! I’ll finish with you in a minute.”

[i]Less than that, hopefully,[/i] Azen thought as he pulled himself to his feet. He got back on stage, dancing and shaking his naked ass. He made sure to keep his backside to the mercs, knowing that most outside of his own species weren’t so interested in what he had in the front.

Swaying back and forth across the stage, he made sure to keep wiggling his rump, spanking the cheeks, pulling them apart for them to see everything. He balanced on one foot against the pole, swinging his leg in the air and then pulling it back, toes almost sliding against his rim a few times before pulling back. A constant tease, that’s what he was, but never more than that.

[i]Wonder what the human nerve points will be,[/i] he thought as he danced, putting the moves to a sort of auto-pilot while he kept his mind busy. [i]Balls definitely sensitive, but to pain and pleasure. Nerve stimulation to taint, possible. Maybe in specific points of crotch, as well. Consider podiatry?[/i]

All were possible, but he doubted that the human would be quite so easily teased as the Batarian. Jenkins had allowed much more freedom for him to work already, and he’d teased various spots of the merc’s shaft in the past. There’d be no new discovery there, and it’d have to be a different sort of study to find out what he wanted to know.

The dance continued for a few more minutes before Geeroy finally growled for him to come down, and he did immediately, knowing that he didn’t have much grace left with the Batarian. He got on his knees, felt the hands on his horns, and knew it was time to be face-fucked. He groaned, and opened his mouth to take it.

The first thrust almost made him gag, and only didn’t because he had remembered not to breathe in at the same time as the cock slipped back. Azen held still, letting the mercenary slam in and out, in and out, working his face like it was some sort of toy. The musky crotch slammed against him again and again, and he was rather thankful that he wasn’t like a human or some other alien species with a more protruding nose. It would have been battered to pieces during this little fuck.

Instead, he just sucked and swallowed, keeping his hands to himself as the many-eyed alien took his pleasure. In and out, in and out, sliding along his tongue, battering against his throat before sliding down. It was rough, it was hard, and it ached just a little bit as he was used as a toy. He reminded himself of the credits on the stage behind him, knew that it would help him a lot in the future, and just went with it.

The showman in him did, however, enjoy the fact that Jenkins was obviously jerking off to him getting pulled back and forth. No matter what, putting on a show always made him feel a bit better, and knowing that there was an appreciative audience made him smile. Well, smile as much as he could around a dick.

He felt the throbbing along that thick cock already, felt the swelling along the underside that always came with Batarian orgasms. It wouldn’t be long now until Geeroy was done. He would have looked at a watch, if he had one, but instead, he settled for a mental countdown, assuming about thirty seconds from now until explosion.

He was off by three.

Twenty-seven seconds later, the Batarian pulled back, squeezing himself at the base of his cock and pointing it straight at Azen’s face. Thick ropes of musky fluid went all over his face, running between his horns like strings or wire, and some of it splattered over his eyelids as he desperately closed them. He’d taken a facial in the eye before, and it was not pleasant considering how large his eyes were.

Geeroy made up for his lack of staying power with just how much cum he was shooting, and it took almost a minute for him to stop. By the time he was done, Azen felt like he’d been painted rather than squirted on, but didn’t say anything about it. He’d just gotten the Batarian off, the client was probably in a good mood, and he didn’t want to wreck it.

Instead, he smiled, standing up slowly. He took a step towards Jenkins –

Bzz bzz. Bzz bzz. Bzz –

BANG!

The buzzing communicators were interrupted barely a second later with the sound of a gunshot, and then many more. Both mercenaries leaped to their feet, Geeroy slapping his armor back on while Jenkins pulled open his communicator.

“What’s going on?!”

“[i]Fight in the front room. The fucking Blood Pack are on our ass out here![/i]”

Azen’s eyes went wide, and he threw himself to the ground as the gunshots got louder. Bullet holes ripped through the walls, ricocheting off of the mercenaries’ armor when they hit them, but he knew he wouldn’t be that lucky. Going through a wall might slow them down enough to not hurt armored soldiers, but he was a naked Salarian, and they were squishy enough to begin with.

He squirmed towards the door, trying to see what was going on. He opened it a crack, and his eyes went wide.

Even though he could only see down the hallway towards the main room, he could see that it had gone to hell. Four Krogan had taken up a defensive position on a stage, flipping over tables to make cover for themselves, and were firing down on others. Blood Pack mercs and Blue Sun fighters – in and out of uniform – were fighting their own miniature war.

Aria’s security forces were, even then, pulling back into the hallway, securing the center of the club first, and those that were most valuable. He caught sight of Gavorn picking off a member of the Blood Pack before darting out of sight, and too late, he wished he had called out for help. Far, far too late.

“[i]Fuck, we’re pinned down in here! Someone get the vehicles out front, or we’re gonna get killed before we’re more than ten steps out the door.[/i]”

“We’re in the back rooms,” Jenkins called back. “We’ll get them.”

“Good call.”

“Thanks.”

Azen shook his head, squirming back from the door as his body trembled from cum-covered face down to his toes. There’d never been a shoot-up like this in the middle of Afterlife. Someone was getting bolder and bolder to try and mess with Aria like this. If they were pushing this far in –

BANG!

The door went down, and a torched, bullet-ridden Vorcha landed on it. The Salarian stared at the latest victim, and whipped his head around to his armored clients.

“Please, you have to get me out of here. I’ll die if I stay.”

“You know what it costs.”

Geeroy’s mocking tone sent a chill down his spine, but before he could respond, Jenkins shook his head.

“Sorry, but we can’t get you out the front. But if you follow us out the back, we’ll cover you.”

“Really? Fucking really, Jenkins?”

“Hey, it’s not like we’re going to be in that much danger out the back, anyway, and he’s been great the last few weeks.”

[i]Thank you, thank you, human,[/i] he thought. He would probably given Jenkins a discount, if they lived through this. He grabbed the credits on the stage, and – after the pair of mercs checked the hallway – followed them down it. Keeping his head low, the naked Salarian whimpered as he found bodies here, bodies there, bodies everywhere, and not all of them in one piece. Passing by a severed Turian head was not helping the mood at all.

The Blue Suns were as good as their word, though, and blasted a hole through anything that got in their way. Every time that someone started pointing a gun at him, they never got further than looking down the sights before either Geeroy or Jenkins brought them down. The pair of them were…surprisingly good, for the fact that they were low-paid mooks. Maybe the Blue Suns trained people better than he thought.

A dozen bodies later, they were at the door to the outside. Geeroy kicked it open, sprayed a series of bullets through the opening, and nodded for the rest of them to follow.

Cold air reminded him that he was naked, and for the first time in years, Azen blushed. He’d thought that he was used to being naked, to having people stare at him, but he’d never bothered to get naked like this. He covered his front as he ran after the mercenaries, his cheeks burning as they ran through the parking lot. The ground was hard and cold under his feet, too, and he groaned every time he stepped on a rock or a pebble or some piece of machinery that nobody needed anymore and had thrown away.

They stopped by one of the Blue Sun hovercars, and Geeroy fiddled in his pockets for the key. Jenkins leaned against the side, gun pointed at the doors from Afterlife, while Azen shook his head in disbelief.

“Come on, come on. They’ll be after us any second!”

“Shut up, whore. You can go anywhere you like, you know.”

[i]That’s what you think,[/i] he thought, looking out from the parking lot. There was precisely one route from it, and the second that the hovercar went in the air, it’d be open to fire. If he ran, the Blood Pack would shoot him as quickly as the mercs he was with. They’d not want anyone else to tell others what was going on, he’d bet. Nobody started a drunken fight to this extent. There was something else going on here.

And besides…his apartment was in the other direction.

Finally, Geeroy pulled the key free and opened the doors. Jenkins nodded at him to get in the back, and Azen was all too happy to go along with it, throwing himself through the open door –

“AGH!”

Only to have some of the cum on his head flop down into his eyes. He screamed, rubbing his eyeball as much as he could, trying to get himself to tear up more to dissolve the mess. It didn’t help that Geeroy was laughing his head off in the front seat, and Azen barely held himself together to keep from shouting at him.

Jenkins leaped in, and he felt the car take off. The Blood Pack lurched out of the back of the club, taking aim at them, and bullets went flying. Despite himself, the Salarian threw himself to the ground of the hovercar, avoiding the glass as the windows were blown inwards, and tried not to think about how many ways that the car could blow up. Unfortunately, he was a Salarian, and it meant that his brain was working on it anyway.

[i]Fuel tank, exhaust blockage, explosion in the hoverjet, explosion in the power transmitter, disruption of the navigation sensors, so many ways to die, so many ways to die![/i]

The human was above him, firing back into the cluster of Krogans and Vorcha on the ground, and he could hear many other distant explosions. It sounded like more than simple grenades, as well, as if someone had brought rocket launchers to the party. Why would anyone bring rocket launchers to a club if they didn’t have some other plan?!

[i]Someone is gonna die. Someone is gonna die because they pissed off Aria. There’s gonna be a hunt all across Omega for this, and things are going to go crazy.[/i]

He couldn’t stop thinking about it, his mind racing a mile a minute, making everything else feel like it was going in slow motion. The Salarian didn’t want to be thinking this way, didn’t want his mind to be stuck on the political realities of Omega. It wasn’t his specialty, it wasn’t his field, but it was the only thing that was keeping him from thinking about how close he was to dying.

[i]Someone wants Aria down, or someone wants the Blue Suns gone, or someone wants the Blood Pack gone. Who came here with heavier weapons? What started it? Who, how, when, why? People in the back, Blood Pack. They’re stupider. Easier to bribe. People making them think they’re strong enough to beat Aria? Distraction? Gah, too many possibilities.[/i]

A piece of glass fell and cut him along the back of his foot, and he gasped at the sudden pain, broken out of the confusing spiral of thoughts. The hovercar was sliding, lurching to the side in a way that wasn’t supposed to happen.

“I thought you were flying to the front, Geeroy!”

“I’m trying! There’s a lot of fucking bullets, you know.”

“There can’t be as much at the front.”

“You’d be real fucking surprised! Can’t find a landing point.”

[i]Can’t land, sitting duck in the air, probably not much fuel, only a matter of time before rockets.[/i]

Azen shivered, trying to think. Designs of a hovercar. What could they use? How to break a spot. They had some protection, not much. Probably up already, shields that were keeping the worst of the bullets off. Flickering on and off. Powered by engines –

“Turn the barriers off!”

“Shut up, whore, we’re trying to –”

“Shields off, max speed above front door, shields on, turn off engines! Can’t hit, then doesn’t matter if hit. And clears space.”

Both mercenaries stared at him for a moment, until Jenkins shrugged.

“Worth a shot.”

“…Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

He felt the entire hovercar shudder beneath him as the engines suddenly roared, the whole thing spinning in a sliding turn that probably set the air to flaring beneath them, and felt like he was kicked in the teeth as the engines hit an impossible speed. Only for a few seconds, then they were shut down…and they were falling.

He screamed. There was no way he couldn’t scream as they fell from who knew how high. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like a minute in free fall as he lifted off of the ground…

And then slammed back into the floor of the hovercar. He could [i]hear[/i] the squelches and crunches of people crushed beneath the craft, and he did his best not to think about how many lives were just lost because he had a brilliant idea. He wasn’t part of the Salarian special forces, and he never wanted to be. Mostly because he didn’t like people dying.

But they were alive. Jenkins was calling into the club, saying that they were ready for pick-up, and Azen had no idea what he was going to do next. How was he going to get out of here before he got taken back to mercenary HQ?

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]