Chicken Curry (Invite)

[Faclan]

Nek Dal - T'vaoan Independent Captain
New(er(?)) Delhi outskirts
Mmm...ring ring?

Nek really needed to stop pacing back and fourth. He knew it made his few crewmen down here anxious and it made the Humans on the other side weirded and creeped out when he turned his head around before his body followed. But he didn't drink to get over stress and tried not to have another vice to calm himself so this was all he had. It wasn't like he was going to go sharpen a knife or somthing like some of the Humans were doing. He really doubted they knew how grating that sounded to him and the other Kigs. Metal sliding back and fourth over stone was just...yugh. Finally the T'vaoan sat himself back down on the cheap chair that the Humans had set up for him and his guards as he looked down at the tac-pad again.

It was ten mintues late now. And he thought the Unggoy were bad about being punctual. Nek taking a breath as he rested a hand on his beak near his eyes as he tried to calm his nerves down. Though to the Humans it probably looked more like he was angry judging by how they tensed up.

This was supposed to just be a simple under the table meet up on this mostly unknown planet. Nek hoping that he could get a lucrative deal worked out here without Suf catching wind of it. Just do a few quick deliveries of the vehical parts these people wanted - get a handy pay off and some contacts for Human news and the like. It wasn't like they wanted bombs or anything mostly it seemed to be pretty harmless stuff. Honestly from the age of some of these Humans it was almost as if they wanted to try and merge Human and Covenant vehicle equipment together. For what Nek had no idea really but they had managed to get his business contact so here he was to see the deal and the location for himself. It wouldn't be a place where his ship would land but he could easily get two Pelicans down here without raising too much of an eyebrow. But it was just one of them currently as his ship was holding stealthy in orbit.

So far though these young adult Humans wern't making a great impression. They had seemed super impressed that he was actually a Kig-Yar - T'vaoan as Nek was quick to remind them - and that he spoke Human. Apparently there was a Human trend these days to say you were an alien to get attention? So odd...But they seemed mostly harmless. Pretty damn wealthy but harmless. They had a few Human drugs around this place but it wasn't like a dangerous level. Still one of the weirdest deals hes had though. A bunch of barely above Fluffs wanting small time tech and alien 'trinkets' for selling. Nek would have thought that stuff like that showing up on the market would only draw attention but that would probably be under the table too to a collector or something. Eh - wasn't his job to care where the goods went after a delivery just to deliver them and be paid for it. He was glad at least it wasn't weapons for once. Those were so unnecessarily annoying to package, transport, and sell.

Looking down at his tacpad as it was now thirteen minutes he tapped out a message before hitting send - to the device of the person that had contacted him first to set up this initial meeting. 'I'm here waiting, its not proper business to leave people waiting'. And with that done he took a drink from her thermos as he continued to wait. His armed and armored guards keeping an eye on the Humans but it looked like only one or two of them had visible pistols - small time wealthy possible foolish fluffs.

Why Newer Delhi though? Was there a Delhi first and then a new one before that? Probably a Home planet thing.

[SPARTAN-A120]

Detective 1st Grade Malik Nayar
Newer Delhi Police Department - Counter-Terrorism Unit
Vehicle: Black JDM Pursuit Unmarked Police Interceptor
Newer Delhi, Bhima
(Tag: Faclan )

Detective Malik Nayar was cruising on the highway back to his office when the cellphone stored in his center console vibrated. He didn’t want to attract the attention of highway patrol officers by using a mobile phone while operating a motor vehicle so he signaled right with his vehicle’s indicators and pulled over to the shoulder with his hazard lights on. He placed the car in "Park," looked around before he activated the cellphone, and read the message that was displayed, “I'm here waiting, it's not proper business to leave people waiting.”

Nayar raised his brow slightly and said to himself, “So… looks like the guy I arrested yesterday was a dealer or a buyer of some sort. The question now is… what’s the product?”

Yesterday afternoon, Nayar, a squad of detectives, and a handful of SWAT officers raided a potential dealer location of stolen vehicles and parts and one of the crime lords of the operation was arrested in in custody. Nayar had relieved the crime lord of his cellphone and had to send it to forensics and evidence processing before he could use it for investigative purposes which was today. He finished the paperwork at the Lab an hour ago and had to wait for his Commanding Officer and supervisor to authorize the release of evidence and here he was; parked on the side of the road when he was supposed to be heading back to his office to work with his partner, DET. Jai, to track down the rest of the stolen vehicle dealers.

According to the latest intel, the stolen vehicles were being sold to extremist groups so that they can convert them into VBIEDs a.k.a. Vehicle-Borne Improvised Explosive Devices which would provide a terrorist with a mobile bomb. Insurrectionists weren’t known to use VBIEDs, but that didn’t mean they were not trying alternative methods to send a message. If they the stolen vehicles were not used to make bombs on wheels, they were salvaged and scrapped to reinforce vehicles. With the right parts, a vehicle can be modified to withstand most calibers used by the NDPD. Therefore, it would take drastic measures to take out or disable those vehicles because it would be difficult for an average cop to pop the tires or neutralize the car with several rounds into the engine bay.

Nayar looked at the text that was on the cellphone screen one last time before he pulled out a retractable cable from his police computer and inserted it into the access port of the phone. After that, he unhooked the radio from the dashboard and pressed the PTT key to say, “Dispatch, this is David Nora Two-One. I need a trace for a communications device ASAP. Sending cellular phone data now.”

There was a brief pause before a voice on the other end crackled to life. “This is Dispatch, wait one,” a female voice said over the radio.

The detective tapped his right index finger on the side of the cellphone as he waited for the call to be traced by the tech heads.

“Dispatch to David Nora Two-One?” the radio crackled once more.

Nayar replied, “Two-One here. Send it.”

“We are unable to trace the communications device. It appears that it is a non-cellular device.”

“Ten-four, Dispatch. Thanks anyways.”

Nayar reattached the radio onto the dashboard and he said quietly to himself, “Well that was a dead end.”

He looked at the text once more and thought of a way to find the other end of the communications line. “Oh, screw it,” he said and then started typing a response to whoever sent the message in the first place.

[Sorry, can you tell me where you are again? I had to wipe my phone so the cops won’t have anything against me in case I got caught.]

When the message was sent, Nayar unclipped his badge from his belt and stored it in the glove compartment which was locked shut with any of his fingerprints. He would also have to use his fingerprints if he wanted to access it again. He then pulled out his own cellphone from his pocket and connected it to a wireless headset before turning off the hazard lights and started driving again. Holding down the “2” on the touchscreen of the device, it activated the speed dial function and dialed his partner’s phone. When the line connected, Detective Jai spoke on the other end, “Jai here.”

“Jai, I need you to get ready for a sting. I got a message on the crime lord’s cell just now and the buy or sell is ‘bout to go down,” Nayar said. “Get some binos and a precision rifle and set up near the location I’m going to send you in a few minutes. Also get SWAT prepped as a QRF in case it get ugly.”

“You got it. What are we expecting?”

“Stolen cars maybe. I don’t know exactly who’s the other party, but we’re about to find out.”

“That doesn’t sound too promising.”

“When does it ever does, Jai? Now, stop chatting and get moving.”

“Will do,” Jai said before he ended the call.

Cruising on the highway a few miles above the speed limit, all Nayar needed was a response and the ball would be rolling.

[Llau]

Lieutenant Commander Michelangelo Moretti
ONI, Tactical Field Officer
Newer Delhi, Bhima
What's worse than dealing with Insurrectionists?


Moretti stared intently down at his DATA-PAD he held in his left hand off to the side of the table, so he could eat his meal he ordered from one of the street food vendors in the market. To some, it looked like he was reading the latest news (and he was), but he was really reading a police report from the Newer Delhi Police Department's database he hacked into of a raid on stolen vehicles and parts. Not to mention that he had another tab open on the screen, where he could listen to the police scanner in his earpiece he wore to gather any new developments about the case, since they weren't able to arrest everyone on that raid. He scoffed at that.

“Bloody sloppy work...” he muttered. When he thought for a moment about the crime lord, he added under his breath, “Then again, the damn wanker was even more sloppy.” Oh well. He'll get him after all of this is over too.

He was working undercover, dressed in plain civilian clothes consisting of a light-colored and breathable short-sleeved shirt, dark brown cargo pants, and hiking shoes to stay cool in the hot, arid weather the colony was known for. Sitting on the ground, resting between his legs were his backpack and weapon case that carried his ONI uniform and gear in the backpack, and the weapon components hidden in secured compartments under more items one would bring with them when traveling. He carried them with him mostly due to the fact that he still wasn't able to hunker down in a hotel somewhere in this city after arriving late at the port yesterday. Not that he wasn't exactly staying for long, as the whole thing was just a cover. Damn Port Authority Officers always gives him trouble, no matter where he went when he conducted official ONI business at first, and then they eventually back off and let him through. Making threats tends to motivate people to change their minds. Of course, he was quite the gentleman about it.

Soon enough, he received a message from Command. He switched screens over to a secured messenger service – imputing several ONI ALPHA security codes and his retinal ID scan to activate the chat.

COMMAND: << OMBRA. WE HAVE INTERCEPTED A MESSAGE BETWEEN A DETECTIVE OF THE NEW DELHI POLICE DEPARTMENT WHO RECENTLY SENT A MESSAGE TO OUR HVT.>>

OMBRA: << A DETECTIVE, HUH? SO THE BLOKE WAS THE ONE WHO TOOK THE CRIME LORD'S PHONE? WHAT DID HE SAY?>>

COMMAND: << [Sorry, can you tell me where you are again? I had to wipe my phone so the cops won’t have anything against me in case I got caught.] >>

COMMAND: << HACKING INTO HIS OWN CELL PHONE HAS REVEALED HE AND ANOTHER DETECTIVE ARE PLANNING ON A STING OPERATION AGAINST OUR TARGET. WE HAVE LOCATED THE HVT'S CURRENT WHEREABOUTS. GET THERE BEFORE THE DETECTIVES DO AND BRING HIM IN.>>

OMBRA: << MY ORDERS? >>

COMMAND: << BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY.>>

OMBRA: << ORDERS RECEIVED AND UNDERSTOOD.>>

The Lieutenant Commander collected his things, and left the market in a hurry; catching a cab to get to the HVT's location. Of course, if that changed, he'll be informed. What was worse than dealing with Insurrectionists? Aliens and the police.

“Bloody hell...” He sat in the back of the cab, sweating profusely from the heat, but the air conditioned vehicle was a welcoming relief, if only temporarily. Once he arrives, he'll have to find a place to change into his operators clothes and gear. He really didn't want to deal with the two detectives, so he hoped he arrived there before them, as he kept an eye on his DATA-PAD for any updates from Command. If they do get in his way, he will deal with them. It was no skin off of his back if he had to kill a couple of detectives.

"I hate po-po's," he grumpily grumbled. 

[Faclan]

SPARTAN-A120 Llau

Nek Dal - T'vaoan Independent Captain
New(er(?)) Delhi outskirts
And another thing!

Arms crossed and middle finger on each hand tapping his elbows Nek waited for a reply. The silence in this place as almost too much to bloody bear as he finally decided to speak up. It would be better than waiting for a message in silence. Well it would have been if he didn't get a beep just as he opened his beak to speak. Well at least they respond quick.

'Old industrial district, third warehouse, the one with the red van outside it now north side. Enter on that side'. And then it was time to look up and get some talking going before the silence returned and to get some of his nagging out of his mind. "Daksha was it?"

The darker skinned Human nearly chocked on the bottle of...something before he lowered it and nodded. Wiping his face before replying. "Yeah, sorry still surprised you ch...Kig-Yar's can speak English. What is it?"

"T'vaoan, you would do well to learn the differences of my species if you wish to do business with us." Nek was annoyed now, no-one seemed to be taking this seriously. This was their first trade meeting for Aecor's sake! Show some respect and professionalism! And normally he wouldn't ask these kinds of questions but this was all too weird for him not too. Besides its not like they would know these kind of questions were unprofessional "What are you planning on using the small Covenant engines and repulser drives for?"

Daksha looked pretty confused at the first part before he went back to laid back and smirking for the question. Nek had to wonder if they could see his mane start to poof up from all this 'tude he was being given. "I told you before - we're gona find a way to power our stuff with it, tinker around and really get use out of them."

What they were trying to buy was more than that however...Nek seriously doubted the what eight humans in this room needed thirty Ghost drives and repulse engines. "One of them will give you power if you manage to connect them, what are the others for?"

The Human leaned in more this time and tapped his flatface nose, thankfully not with the bottle he was holding. "Ah ya see thats the best part, middle men like you and me," Nek had to clench his beak to not respond to that. "Get to set the prices don't we? Other people want that tech too - and we're gona make a mint buying off you and selling to them."

Nek was almost shaking with rage right now but he was experienced enough to keep his voice level as he asked the final question. "Impressive maneuvering by you, but what do they want it for?" These idiot fluff Humans just kept digging their hole deeper. Were he any other trader he was fully certain these Humans would be getting probed for the info of this other group that paid more now and maybe even killed for misleading a trader like this. But thats what inexperience gets you. Nek was used to people being scared and hateful toward him...but this was almost worse or may even be worse. He was being underestimated and taken advantage of. Like the Sisterhood had done to him. Nek now one angry chicken.

"Same stuff we do, probably bombs too you know how it is with the UNSC cracking down and trying to show how big their balls were. Vehicles floating and speeding hard to stop before boooom." The T'vaoan just nodded before he stood up, claws digging into the cheap armrests as he stood. He need to do something before he just up and shot Daksha. And the fact that his mind was going to that scared him.

"Alright, going to respond to my contact and then we can discuss more plans." Moving outside the small warehouse one of the armored crewmen followed him and after the door was shut quickly moved over to check on Nek. The T'vaoan currently hunched over the railing of the stair and hissing deeply as he stared at the ground.

"Boss? Nek - breath. They are just idiots."

"Lying idiots!" Nek hissed back before his hissing was replaced by hacks - and with no thermos with him he had to just wait for it to pass before looking back up. "They think this is a game, a fun game for them to joke around with. No me risking my life to get them stuff that they will then sell off for more money to then have it kill people!"

"Its just how the world is now Nek...Everyone is just selfish at the cost of others."

"You think I want to support that more than I have to to keep Suf from turning us over to the Covenant?! This is exactly what the universe thinks we Kig-Yar are all like! That we fly around murdering and stealing and them selling the spoils to others so they can murder too. This is no better than terrorism Yoin!" The female reached out to try and take Neks shoulder to maybe calm him down but the merchant surprised her by taking a step forward and shoving her hand aside as his voice dropped and gained venom. "And the worst part! The worst! They think this is just a game, a fun little ploy for them to get money and to tinker in their garage. They don't think anything about selling these to actual murderers! About the lives they may ruin of not just us but their neighbors if the UNSC arrive and find Covenant tech here. Of what will happen if our delivery is made into bombs! It could bring the UNSC or the Covenant here and then what? Everyone will get cracked down by either side. And I'll," a slam on the railing. "I'll be the one responsible for all of that! You saw them in that room. They just think I'm going to do what they want because they will pay me. That I'll just jump to their beck and call. Its worse than being feared." He slumped back against the railing. "I mean...I shouldn't be surprised anymore. Thats all anyone thinks of me anymore. A coward...a fool."

Yoin just frowning under her helmet as she wrapped an arm around Neks shoulder and tried to cheer him up a bit. Stopping him from sitting down against the railing - glad there wernt any of the Human punks out here...

(Didn't expect for it to go that deep into Neks values...hope it made sense.)

[SPARTAN-A120]

Detective 1st Grade Malik Nayar
Newer Delhi Police Department - Counter-Terrorism Unit
Vehicle: Black JDM Pursuit Unmarked Police Interceptor
Newer Delhi, Bhima
“Well this is a first.”
(Tag: Faclan )

The crime lord’s cellphone vibrated when the messenger from the other end answered to Nayar’s previous message. He used his free right hand to bring the phone up near the steering wheel so he can see the road in front of him and read the message at the same time.

[Old industrial district, third warehouse, the one with the red van outside it now north side. Enter on that side.]

“Right under our noses…” the detective muttered before he placed the phone into one of the cupholders in the center console and pulled his police computer slightly closer so he could mark a GPS route to the outskirts of town. All it took was a swipe to the top left, a few selections, and the route was configured onto his vehicle’s HUD which was displayed on the police computer and the windshield. Technology was truly fascinating.

Then, Nayar flipped a switch on the vehicles ceiling in front of the rear view mirror. The switch activated the vehicle’s IFF emitter so that he would appear on police tracking devices and produced a signal that would notify other police units that his car was a police vehicles in case he was tagged by a speed radar. That way, Nayar could speed through traffic without being interrupted. Official police business being pushed to its limits.

The semi-undercover officer applied more pressure to the throttle and the amount of horsepower and torque of the vehicle sped him up from 54 mile per hour to 82 miles per hour in seconds. Soon, he was weaving in and out of traffic at 104 which was beyond reckless, but Nayar was well aware of how his assigned vehicle would perform under such conditions. It was indeed a high performance vehicle with modifications he made himself in addition to the tuning and upgrades from the Fleet Services of the police department. There was a reason why this vehicle model of Justice Dynamic Motor vehicles was called the “Pursuit.”

Pressing his earpiece twice, the redial function for his most recent call, connected with Detective Jai. “Jai here,” said Nayar’s partner.

“The meeting is at the outskirts of town at the old industrial district where the Drug Bureau made that big bust a few years back. This time, they’re at Warehouse 3 and they have a red van on the northside of it.”

“Ten-Four. Will be there soon,” Jai replied before hanging up the phone.

After a few minutes on the highway, he reached the outskirts of town and reduced his speed to use an exit ramp. The sun was setting and dusk was upon Newer Delhi. He was lucky that his vehicle had good brakes because he didn’t see the vehicle that was waiting at the end of the exit ramp at a traffic light. His vehicle came to a skidding halt, but the detective was in control. He pumped the brakes and countersteered when the vehicle started sliding. The vehicle was already settled several meters before the middle of the ramp and stopped behind the vehicle in front of Nayar which was blasting electronic music. Even with the windows closed, he could feel the amount of bass travelling into the interior of his car. He didn’t want to honk, because that would give away his car as a unmarked car, but when the car didn’t move when the traffic light turned green. Nayar stood there for a good three seconds before he inched the car forward until he was close enough and switch to a low frequency siren. Obviously, the driver in the vehicle ahead was distracted and didn’t notice the light change which was a punishable offense for the obstruction of traffic, but Nayar wasn’t traffic enforcement and he didn’t want to waste time with the paperwork. Giving the driver another three seconds, Nayar pressed on his horn which activated the airhorn that even rumbled his own car. The car upfront suddenly jolted forward in surprise and the driver waved his hand apologetically before he made a left turn. Nayar shook his head out of annoyance and turned right to head out of the city limits.

It took roughly a minute to reach the Old Industrial District with the high speed he was traveling at and stopped when he made it to a dirt road leading to a town full of warehouses, ports, and cranes. Switching a few levers on his infotainment section, the car switched into All-Wheel Drive mode and the suspension was raised slightly for some increased ground clearance. He made a turn onto the dirt road and followed it’s serpentine like path until he finally reached a paved road and then the entrance to the industrial district which was abandoned after the city of Newer Delhi was constructed. The detective stopped again to lower the suspension, but kept the All-Wheel Drive mode and continued to find Warehouse 3. It was not long until he found a red van parked outside a building with a couple of guards standing watch. He pulled up near the van and ran the license plate. Unsurprisingly, the vehicle’s plates came back as stolen which was typical around these parts of Bhima.

“Well shit…” Nayar said. He quickly took his seat belt off and took out the handcuffs, flashlight, and baton from his belt before he placed them into the glove compartment along with his badge that was stored away while he was on the highway. He kept his M6A and two extra magazines on him for security reasons. He was already in civilian-esque attire with black jeans, running shoes, a dark blue athletic t-shirt. Of course, the shirt was slightly baggy so he was able to conceal his weapons by simply pulling the shirt over and it looked natural. After storing the equipment he didn’t need, he quickly closed the police computer and pressed a button on the side which automatically adjusted the computer into the correct position before it slid into a space under the infotainment system like an old school CD drive. The computer was not noticeable in this position since it was flush with surrounding surfaces.

There was an abrupt knock at his driver side window and Nayar looked up to see a gangster looking youngster trying to peer through his window. Thank goodness for tinted windows. He rolled down the window and the youngster spoke, “Hey man, you got a nice ride here, but I think you’re in the wrong place.”

Nayar side-eyed the youngster and responded, “Oh really? So this isn’t the deal for vehicle parts? Your boss is expecting me.”

The youngster pulled out a concealed M6K and laid it at the border of the window with its barrel facing Nayar.

“Who sent you?” the youngster said.
Nayar said nothing, but sighed at the interrogative and surprised the youngster when the detective grabbed the pistol and pulled hard which forced the youngster to faceplant against the top frame of Nayar’s door. The youngster made an audible grunt. The cop then opened the door and pushed hard while maintaining a hold of the M6K; ensuring that the slide of the pistol was pulled back so it was unable to fire. When there was enough space for Nayar to exit, he got out and saw the other youngster aiming at Nayar with a MA2B. Meanwhile, the first guard was still pinned to the unmarked vehicle’s door. “Hey, lower your gun or I break your buddy’s wrist,” Nayar warned.

“Nah, man. You let go of him first,” the other youngster said.

“Oh for fuck’s sake…” Nayar muttered. After that he rotated the first youngster’s wrist and stripped him of the M6K. He then released the youngster while releasing the magazine of the M6K and kicked it onto the pavement behind him. The first youngster nearly fell backwards while holding the right side of his face and watched as Nayar ejected the 12.7x40mm round from the chamber and tossed it back to the youngster. Finally, Nayar turned off his vehicle and retrieved a stack of Credits from his center console and the crime lord’s cellphone. He shoved the cellphone into his left back pocket and closed the door to his police car after raising the window again. The detective looked over to the two guards who were both aiming at him with nervous body language. Nayar shook his head in disappointment and started moving to the rear of his vehicle. “You know your weapon is empty, right?” Nayar said to the first youngster. “Dumbass.”

The detective flashed the stack of credits he was holding before he went to the trunk. The youngsters were obviously too scared to do anything so Nayar continued. Good thing they didn’t follow him because he had a weapons safe with his MA37 rifle and his M45D shotguns along with other tactical gear for raids. Although no one could look into the safe, it was still suspicious. The cop quickly took out a matte black steel briefcase and closed the truck. Soon after, he locked the car which caused the hazard lights to blink twice to confirm it was locked. Nayar returned to the front of the car with the briefcase and opened it on top of the vehicle’s hood. Without any hesitation, he started placing the Credits neatly into the briefcase and closed it.

“Now, can I come in?” Nayar asked the young criminals. They now had their weapons lowered and was watching the cop from a distance.

“Yeah, it’s cool, man,” the second youngster said.

Nayar brushed pass the two idiots, successfully avoided a pat down, and strolled into the warehouse, but was surprised to see… aliens?

“What the hell is this?” Nayar said under his breath. There were bird-like aliens mixed with human criminals in the warehouse which was an unconventional sight.

“Okay… I think I’ve seen everything now…” Nayar muttered again. Once he was closer, he said to the group, “Hello, fellas. Sorry for being late. Traffic, am I right?”

[Llau]

Lieutenant Commander Michelangelo Moretti
ONI, Tactical Field Officer
Old Industrial District, Newer Delhi, Bhima
How Many F's Can An ONI Officer say? One...two...three...
Tag(s): SPARTAN-A120 , Faclan


Sitting in the back seat, Moretti stared straight ahead as the speeding taxi driver moved skillfully (not really) through the heavy traffic toward the old industrial district his HVTs were located at. While loud, obnoxious music was playing through the speakers, he grasped the handle attached to the roof tightly, he realized he was still sweating inside the air-conditioned car. Not by the heat outside, but by the adrenaline...the thrill of the hunt, and by nervousness, due to the complete disregard of one's personal safety as the taxi driver sped in the busy streets. The ONI Tactical Field Officer could, of course, drive even faster, but at least he learned how to maneuver at high speeds professionally.

“Oh, fuck...” he mumbled, eyes as wide as they could go when the driver made a sharp turn onto another street, honking his horn at other drivers, and people on bikes, and other people walking. “Bloody maniac.”

Moretti frowned. “Hey, mate,” He called out to the driver, gripping the handle above his head tighter. “You speak English?” The driver glanced back at him through the rear-view mirror but didn't respond.

“For fuck sake...” The Lieutenant Commander sighed in annoyance, but then switched to Hindi. He has been learning the language since the week before he arrived. It wasn't perfect, but he was able to carry on a conversation with some of the locals here, and he continued learning each day. “Slow the fuck down, mate. I'd rather not be scraped off the ground if you get us into a bloody car wreck because of your awful driving skills. Do that on your own time.”

The driver laughed, replied back rapidly as he smoked a cigar; leaving Moretti staring at him for a few moment, wondering what was so funny before shaking his head. “Fuck it...” he muttered under his breath.

The Italian glanced down at his DATA-PAD to read an intercepted message after he heard a few blep sounds coming from it.

[Old industrial district, third warehouse, the one with the red van outside it now north side. Enter on that side.]

“North side...” he reminded himself quietly as he updated the way-point on the HUD of his tactical glasses.

Not long after, the traffic was even heavier, causing him to not be able to get there before the detectives did. “Bloody hell.” He transferred the credits he owed the taxi driver so far, and tapped on the ballistic-proof window that separated the back seat from the front seat of the vehicle. When the man turned down the volume of the music to turn around, the Lieutenant Commander spoke to him in Hindi again,

“Thanks for the ride, but I'll walk from here, mate,” he said.

“You sure?” The taxi driver asked. “Around here isn't safe for a lone tourist like you, Englishman.”

Moretti slowly smiled a little. He scoffed softly, and replied in amusement. “I'm not exactly safe either, mate...”

The man gradually nodded, and then waited for him to get out, and collect his bags out of the car. The ONI Officer walked briskly through the busy sidewalk, cutting through alleyways to try to get to the industrial district quicker. By the time he reached the abandoned town, the sun was setting, and to him...that was perfect. Less light, the better, he thought. He moved through a thin strip of woods that mostly separated the newer city from the old, crossed a very quiet train track, before jumping over a waist-high fence to get to the paved streets where the warehouses were located. He headed farther north to get to where a half-constructed building that was taller than warehouse 3, and far enough away for them to notice him. He stopped to see that the red van was there, and also noticed another car; where some younger people were walking about – guarding the warehouse, to the looks of things.

“Must be one of the detectives vehicle,” he whispered quietly. He wondered if the other detective was here too, but judging from the heavy traffic earlier, he wasn't so sure. “Best to be prepared...especially if he gets the same idea to use this building for overwatch.”

He walked quickly over to the building he chose to carry out his operation, and stepped inside. After a quick scan with his M6C SOCOM, he opened one of his bags to take out a sticky camera and hid it in the corner above the doorway, and then went over on the other side where there was another exit to place another sticky camera above the doorway too. He then headed upstairs to the second floor. Once he was on the second floor, he took a couple of minutes to quickly set up tripwire, and made it so a couple of concussion grenades would de-pin and drop on the poor bastard who decides to show up. Once he made sure the tripwire and everything was set, he hurried up to the third floor, where it was unfinished, with construction supplies still there. A lot of places to hide and set up. After setting up another sticky camera at the top of the stairs, he wandered around until he found an area where he could set up his sniper position, and aim down toward warehouse 3's windows. He spied through a pair of binoculars, and saw a human named Dashka, who ONI has learned made many dealings with Insurrectionists – weapons, mainly. The Indian man was the secondary HVT and the one he needed to kill, while beside Dashka, was his main HVT ONI wanted to be captured, tagged, and released...like a wild animal captured, tagged, and let go to be studied in its natural habitat. A T'vaoan, who he figured was the one selling and/or buying to whatever Dashka wanted. He gazed at the alien longer than he wanted to, as if suddenly wondering if he saw him before, but he couldn't quite grasp at the fact as to why he looked familiar.

“Whatever,” he muttered, “All of them look the same.”

He then glanced over at the other human, who must have been the detective.

He could tell the man was undercover.

“Can't fool ONI, mate...” he muttered.

Once he was finished surveying everything he needed to see, he dropped both bags gently onto the floor, and changed into his uniform, armor and the utility belt that he hooked just below his torso armor, and then his utility harness over his torso armor. There, he placed a hand-held device behind his back, attaching it to the strap that ran down the middle of his back of his harness. He turned it on, waited for a few moments until it said it was ready on his HUD. When he needed it activated, all he had to do was turn it on with a voice command. He then opened the bag carrying his M7S and sniper rifle in several pieces he needed to put back together. The M7S was going to be used as a last resort weapon if he ended up getting into a fire-fight with these people. The sniper rifle was the deadly Hard Sound Rifle used by ONI field operatives in assassinations. It was mostly for political assassinations, but if he wanted someone like an HVT dead without anyone realizing he sniped them, the Hard Sound Rifle was his “go-to” weapon of choice.

After skillfully putting the Hard Sound Rifle together, and then the M7S, the Lieutenant Commander set the Hard Sound Rifle up on the floor behind a stack of construction material that was still cocooned inside a plastic wrap that moved around slightly as the breeze moved through the floor of the building that didn't have all the outside walls like the lower half did. He kept the M7S close to his side, gently tapped his sidearm that was now back in his thigh holster. Before he went to lay down behind the rifle, he pulled out a large cloak that was made of a somewhat thick, but heavy meta-material, and it would cover him from head to ankle.

The cloak had a hood and a face cover that covered everything but his eyes, like a balaclava. It was an unique cloak, only a few ONI field officers were able to wear and test out in the field for ONI's REAP-X department. It was used on assassination and HVT assignments. It was unique because REAP-X took the Covenant's optical camouflage devices they wore on some of their Special Operations armor, and reversed engineered it to not only use for ONI Prowlers, but for someone like him. It made him nearly invisible to the naked eye, but if he fired his weapon or moved around, the cloak would deactivate until he kept still by crouching or lay prone. It wasn't perfect yet, but he hoped to have the material included in his armor and a uniform, like the Covenant's Special Operators some day. It would certainly be better that way, instead of having to carry around the device and the somewhat heavy cloak on these types of missions.

He laid down behind the rifle, and peered through the scope at his HVT target. “Activate Camouflage,” he said just below a whisper, as he pressed his finger against his laryngophone, or throat communicator he had strapped around his neck, which was connected by a wire to his tactical glasses that he opted to use, instead of an ear piece. A second after he said that, the cloak rendered him nearly invisible. He laid prone, and waited for the right moment to fire the weapon that used concentrated sound waves instead of a solid projectile. The kill would be instant, and left no visible residue or external damage; only internal damage by obliterating internal organs. Probably why he enjoyed using it the most in taking out HVTs or politicians causing dissent that ONI didn't like.

He smirked at that thought, using the long-range scope, he gazed through the large window just above the three who stood inside warehouse 3, while keeping an eye on the small video feed of the sticky cameras as all three broadcast their signal to his HUD, automatically switching to one screen and to the other after a few seconds. 

(OOC: 120, you can have your npc detective to do whatever with the tripwire and if he saw the sticky cameras or not.)

[Faclan]

SPARTAN-A120 Llau (Lets say there are five guards, so six Kigs total)

Nek Dal - T'vaoan Independent Captain
New(er(?)) Delhi outskirts
Oh good...another fancy wheel-humper

After a few minutes of clenching and unclenching his hands Nek finally nodded and stretched his arms over his head. "I'm ok...this deal may be a no deal however. Depends on what their contact has to say. If he turns out to be another idiot then we're gona walk. Let the others know - knowing these fluffs they may start to point guns. They are stupid and I don't want them dead but if they make a wrong move I trust you will be quicker." Yoin just nodded as she slipped her sniper like headgear back on and then gestured toward the door but Nek waved it off. "Not yet, going to get a bit more air when I'm not hissing out my nose. And it'l let you let the others know before I get back. I really doubt the fluffs know Kig but keep it low just in case."

"Aye boss, we'll keep you safe and hey if they are stupid enough to attack us them being dead may save lives."

"Likely - but with no gear they won't be able to do anything so as I said; if we can just leave we will." Yoin looked a bit sad at perhaps blood today but Nek payed well so she nodded and entered the room again to click and hiss out the orders to the other guards. With that step done Nek let out a long breath before nodding. He needed to get his composure back on the tiiiny chance that this contact was a proper tradesman. So a little patter down the stairs at the back he was on the dirt floor and headed toward the sounds of engines heading toward the place. Maybe he could get a glance at him before they met properly.

The car made Nek groan in annoyance as it rolled on up. It was a very nice looking vehicle and with how it rumbled and grumbled Nek could tell it was powerful. An absolutely terrible first impression under the circumstances as he peaked around the side of the building. Right in view of the third party as he went through his very elaborate set up procedure. The beak would be very hard to spot with the bright eye in the darkening night as Nek kept watching. The impression got worse however when the Human started to shove and cause a scene out front. So he was either a cruel ass of a boss, this was how he always carried himself, or the Humans on this planet saw that as acceptable. Fantastic on all counts.

Pretty much resigned to this being a wash Nek turned and headed back toward the stairs, under the now scoped view of the third party as he grumbled and hissed quietly, smacking the railing as he ascended the stairs. Already starting to plan where best to dive if...when the gunfire started. Why were so many people these days so damn hard to work with!

Entering the room again Nek nearly fell back out the door as he got a beakfull of smoke from Dashka's pipe he was smoking. OH FOR AECORS sake! Holding his breath as he moved through that waving a hand in front of his beak Nek shoved the window behind Dashka open forcefully, cracking the edges, before storming through the smoke and sitting himself back in his chair. Hated this Human so much right now. The window giving a great view of the room if one could see through the smoke thankfully being sucked out of it now.

"Not a fan of Cannabis Kig?"

"No, stay over there." Nek responded with a glare before he turned to look at the door as the contact walked in. He had a shiny case with him and Nek couldnt help but let a little disdain creep into his expression as the man muttered two things that Nek didn't catch over the movement of the other Humans as they turned to look at the guy too. They seemed confused and spoke for Nek before he could.

"You're not Kabir - who the hell are you?" They looked like they were about to start reaching for weapons before Nek clicked his tac-pad and the phone in the mans pocket beeped as it received another message. One with just a period on it but hey it served its purpise as the T'vaoan nodded.

"Hes got my Contacts communication, good enough." He spoke in English, stopping himself from adding 'lets just get this done'. Perhaps surprising the man as he stood up and moved toward him. Mane poofed out a tad as he nodded at him and held out a hand. "Nek Dal - T'vaoan Free Trader."

Thankfully the smoke was away from Nek and going out the window as he stood there, pretty near Dashka and of course right next to the mystery contact.