Adrian King opened the door into his apartment, applying Medi-gel to his left shoulder as he walked to his bed. That Krogan had been a better shot than he had expected. Of course, the Krogan had only grazed his shoulder. King blew his brains out.

King slumped onto his matress, hitting his computer on as he did so. He quickly checked his account. Yep. Ten-thousand credits had been transferred to his account, just as the Asari had promised.

The mercenary spoke to his computer, "Play, songs, shuffle." The computer randomly selected a song and began playing it on the speakers. With a sigh, King stretched out his limbs and began to relax.

"All I need is a few hours rest."

His comm began ringing. "Figures," he muttered.

In aggravation, King kicked the comm on with his heel. "What," he demanded. He began asking the three most important questions; "Who are you, what do you want, and how much are you willing to pay for it?"