4-6 Headquarters:
As Kurt marched Ocara out of the hall, they passed through the common room. In there sat several 4-6 thugs, some in armor, some in just plain clothes. A bar and kitchen sat to one of the sides, and a few were standing around it, having a good time. A pair sat in the far corner, playing chess in silence, and the rest of the others were sitting around a table, playing some card game, betting their wages on their hands. Kurt pushed Ocara along, and called one from the bar to join him. The man was wearing his armor still, and drew his shotgun as he approached, carrying it in one of his hands.
"This much protection on a single Turian?" the man asked.
"He's taken three already," Kurt replied.
"Damn, fierce little spit fuck, aren't ya?" he asked while laughing at Ocara, finding humor in the fact they were able to capture him.
The three waited briefly for the elevator, until the doors opened. Once inside, the sound of music could be faintly heard. Once the doors closed behind them, Kurt hit the button to the top one. A couple moments later, the doors opened into a well decorated hall. A few paintings hung on the walls nearby, and a red rug ran from the elevator to a large set of doors at the opposite end of the hall, guarded by a lone 4-6 thug that sat in a chair nearby. Ocara was forced along, heading towards the doors. As they approached, the doors were automatically opened, and the other guard followed them in.
The inside of the office was very well decorated. Much money had been put into it. From the stone floors that had been polished and shined to a mirror finish, to the large curving glass desk that lay in the centre, it had seemed no expense had been spared in the indulgence of luxury. The far wall had also been replaced with a large window, overlooking what appeared to be a night club.
Sitting between the desk and the window was a large, dark leather chair. It was turned away from Ocara and the others, overlooking the club beneath. Kurt pulled Ocara directly in front of the desk, kicking the chairs that sat in front of it away, forcing him to remain standing. The chair then slowly turned around, to reveal an older woman sitting in it. She was somewhat small with her hair tied back in a tight bun. Her hair was black, but a few grey strands were running through. She was wearing a rather tight red dress that still fit her well despite the wear it had been through.
She stared at Ocara, observing every detail about him. She looked at him from head to toe a couple times before glancing at Kurt.
?This is the one that rampaged through the bar??
?Yes ma?am.?
She paused for a moment, thinking of what to ask next before looking at Kurt again.
?Let it sit, after all, we should allow some comfort to this creature,? she said as she waved him off to find one.
Kurt walked over and grabbed one of the chairs he knocked over earlier. He was about to sit it down beside Ocara before being stopped again.
?Not one of those. Those are the nicer chairs Mr. Jones, and I would hate to see them dirtied. Either fetch a chair that shall not be ruined, or find a cover for it so we may have it cleaned of any filth that it brings onto it.?
Kurt quickly pulled the chair away, and grabbed the guards chair sitting in the hall. It was far less luxurious, and clashed with the rest of the room, but it would be suitable for Ocara.
?That shall do well,? she said to Kurt as she waited for Ocara to take his seat. ?Now, it is of my understanding that it is belonging to a mercenary organization that is in control of another district, correct? One run by a Batarian pirate, what was the name of it? Aegis I believe, yes. So tell me, why is it that we found you scurrying around in our territory, alone and armed? Is it stupid or was it ordered to??
