Well, here I am.

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No no, you misunderstand.  It’s a giant chocolate cake and INSIDE the cake is a Hutt.  Frosting-caked jubblies optional.

Heh.  His nonchalant attitude would probably have been more convincing if he wasn’t stuttering at every other word.  That said, the old fart thought it simpler to be more direct at this point.  ”Yeah.  Salarian.  Goes by the name of Dalen Ithas.  Figured you’d know something about him.”  He let a pause fill the gap between himself and Nal.  Public abductions weren’t exactly simple, especially on a place as well-secured as the Citadel.  Eh… maybe secured isn’t the best term.  But for someone who lacked finesse like Zaeed, getting out had been the more difficult part.  ”Tomato tomahto, Twitchy.  Look, I’m not turning the bloke in.  At least, I don’t plan to.  Need his help with liberating some personal assets.  So…”  Zaeed looked around, making sure there weren’t any potential eavesdroppers before continuing with, “Why don’t we drop this bullshit already?”

The salarian glanced from side to side, taking a moment to see if there was even the slightest chance of getting out of this… then sighed heavily.  ”This is a terrible place to talk,” he said quietly, closing his eyes and rubbing the heels of his palms against them.  ”No way to know who might be listening.  I’ve got better places, if you don’t mind following.”  Turning away, he tucked his hands neatly into the pockets of his labcoat.  ”So are you abducting me, or hiring me?  Because if it’s the former, I’ll have to ask that we stop by the hospital first.  I’d really like to have my armor if I’m leaving the Citadel.  And my gun.”  He laughed weakly.  ”And if it’s the latter, I’d tell you I’m not taking jobs at the moment, but… something tells me you wouldn’t listen anyway.”

He allowed Dalen to lead them both to a more secluded part of the hospital.  Part of Zaeed was worried that the slippery bastard might try and make a run for it or even sucker punch him when he wasn't prepared.  Age didn't do the human's reflexes any favors, even if he was still in proper shape.  Once they were out of earshot, the amphibian turned back to his potential captor and asked what Zaeed's plan involved.  "Hiring.  To be honest I planned on carrying this thing out until I found out you were former STG.  Something that my clients hadn't told me, probably to underpay."  He shook his head- not the point.  "Though yes.  I'm looking for a vault on Earth.  Full of weapons, supplies, and whatever else the Blue Suns managed to stockpile when they first came into existence.  Only problem being I've got no bloody idea where it is.  But I do know who can lead us there."  The one-eyed man leaned into the wall behind him, cocking his head to the side and asking, "Interested?"

You’d be living in sheer ignorance.  It’s only fair I liberate ya savages.

My hero.

I’ll be sure to send you a Hutt in a giant chocolate cake for Valentine’s Day.

No no, you misunderstand.  It's a giant chocolate cake and INSIDE the cake is a Hutt.  Frosting-caked jubblies optional.

You’d be living in sheer ignorance.  It’s only fair I liberate ya savages.

My hero.

I'll be sure to send you a Hutt in a giant chocolate cake for Valentine's Day.

The human nodded slowly, scrolling through the holographic display as the salarian in front of him seemed to break under the pressure.  ”Right right, of course.  Said they wanted ‘im alive.  That’s a fifty percent mark-up from my usual prices.”  After a few more scrolls, Zaeed closed his account and turned to face the salarian.  ”Having said that, he was supposed to be around here.  Got some basics on ‘im, though if he’s half the man that his reputation infers I’m in for a struggle.”  Zaeed picked himself off the wall and eyed Nal head to toe.  ”Fortunately, I might have more use of ‘im than whoever hired me to find ‘im.  If you happen to find the lizard, let ‘im now that Zaeed Massani is looking for him.”  

Heh.  His nonchalant attitude would probably have been more convincing if he wasn't stuttering at every other word.  That said, the old fart thought it simpler to be more direct at this point.  "Yeah.  Salarian.  Goes by the name of Dalen Ithas.  Figured you'd know something about him."  He let a pause fill the gap between himself and Nal.  Public abductions weren't exactly simple, especially on a place as well-secured as the Citadel.  Eh... maybe secured isn't the best term.  But for someone who lacked finesse like Zaeed, getting out had been the more difficult part.  "Tomato tomahto, Twitchy.  Look, I'm not turning the bloke in.  At least, I don't plan to.  Need his help with liberating some personal assets.  So..."  Zaeed looked around, making sure there weren't any potential eavesdroppers before continuing with, "Why don't we drop this bullshit already?"

The one-eyed merc’s good eye squinted before leaning into the wall behind him and crossing his arms.  ”Right.  Wasn’t asking if you knew me though.  You look familiar, is all.”  Zaeed’s arm rose up slightly, the omni-tool reappearing and displaying a credits account.  ”Theeere we go.  Sorry, you just look an awful lot like my newest job, so to speak.”

Dalen froze for a second at that, though quickly did his best to cover up any obvious signs of apprehension.  ”W-well, I’d hate t-to be someone’s… job, of s-sorts.  Well, m-moreso than I already am, f-for some people.”  Lifting his wrist, he displayed the hospital ID band, which he normally took quite some pains to hide.  ”M-my name’s Nal.  I’m a p-patient at H-huerta.  Y-you’re not looking f-for me, are you?”

The human nodded slowly, scrolling through the holographic display as the salarian in front of him seemed to break under the pressure.  "Right right, of course.  Said they wanted 'im alive.  That's a fifty percent mark-up from my usual prices."  After a few more scrolls, Zaeed closed his account and turned to face the salarian.  "Having said that, he was supposed to be around here.  Got some basics on 'im, though if he's half the man that his reputation infers I'm in for a struggle."  Zaeed picked himself off the wall and eyed Nal head to toe.  "Fortunately, I might have more use of 'im than whoever hired me to find 'im.  If you happen to find the lizard, let 'im now that Zaeed Massani is looking for him."  

You'd be living in sheer ignorance.  It's only fair I liberate ya savages.

The one-eyed merc's good eye squinted before leaning into the wall behind him and crossing his arms.  "Right.  Wasn't asking if you knew me though.  You look familiar, is all."  Zaeed's arm rose up slightly, the omni-tool reappearing and displaying a credits account.  "Theeere we go.  Sorry, you just look an awful lot like my newest job, so to speak."

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