Fin Torvan finally had it all.  Since his younger days back on the homeworld of Irune, he had always wanted to get rich quick and preferably not die trying.  He wanted the girls, the money, the wealth, that huge pile of cash you could sit on and throw up in the air like paper clippings even though most money was now electronic.  He hated that money was electronic, but he could at least make a simulation of it to appropriately reflect his current wealth at some point.  He certainly felt like the big boss now, after the amazing sale he made back on Omega one week ago.
The mysterious turian buyer he was not certain about, but he always believed he had a sharp eye for good customers and he was most certainly a customer of worthiness.  He even had a sweet-ass cape that he personally envied and even tempted himself to buy off him.  But that was not good business, simply giving his "medical care" company some specialised medi-gel before the volus went to live out the high life, sitting in the Purgatory Bar underneath a fuchsia spotlight in a comfy chair, loving the feel of two human ladies fondling his armoured feet.
The suit of course was mandatory on worlds outside of his own, but he seemed to find out that quite a few humans liked shorter males.  He was going to show them at least one part of his body that wasn't short.  His squat round body simply laid back on the plush seat, moaning through the breathless-sounding visor on his suit that all volus had, given the face of a small robotic basset hound.  Different atmospheric pressures were a bitch, but he was too comfy to care staring down at two pale-skinned humans stroking his booted feet.  His voice was husky, and not in the good way.
	"Mmmmmhhhh...gurl yo fingers are...hhhhhh...damn good...bet you can make my dick feel good through this suit."
	"We can always try," said one of the women practiced, "I can make any big guy feel good."
	"Ooooh...shit...hhhh I bet you can..."
Standing beside him keeping every focus away from him, was a tall strong asari in bright purple skin, wearing a personalised suit of armour in blue and white.  Her former gang colours still rang true as a good deterrent for anyone trying to approach her new employer, and while she detested his hedonistic lifestyle which she found frankly laughable, she still got paid a good amount.  The past few weeks had especially been profitable owing to quite an incredible exchange that slightly raised her respect for Torvan.  The same volus that said things like:
	"Mmmm bet you wanna see a real big feel dontcha gurl?  Might need two of ya to wrap round mah dizzlenick if yanno whut I'm saying...hhhhh...gotta...keep it strong."
	"Really?" said one girl with professional lust.  "Well maybe you better find a good room for us to see so we can...really see how big you are out of that suit."
	"You know it...hhhhh...if my game was any stronger I'd be poppin' outta this suit an' pumpin' it good in yo' earthclan pussy...nnngh...damn yo fingers..."

The Purgatory Bar was separated by three levels in its main region.  The first floor which was the bar on the far left before bridging out towards some pitted seats in the dark for people on the wind down from dancing.  The second floor was for people trying to look real fly, in the spotlight as it were to get a look at all the movers and shakers around them, also in circular open pods with seats all around.  Finally a dancefloor and a second bar was at the top level, giving people the height of euphoria from a little bump 'n' grind while on top of the world.
The layout was very Asari-inspired, all curves and circles like the inside of a lava lamp and with the same amount of colours involved too.  Asari also dances in cages above, swinging their hips and rattling their cages like the animals they were...at least, that's what they probably got told by the people that hired them in a professional and non-derogatory manner whatsoever.  For the most part, this was just a way to see the world, see the people and make a little money off of what the Goddess gave them.
The newest comers to the bar however were not there for pleasure.  But for strictly business.  One by one they came, mixing with the crowd in plain clothes of smooth velvet best and cotton sleeves, three turians and a human slowly circling towards Fin Torvan.  At first he did not notice, busy looking over the two humans that were pleasuring his boots and giving him such a boner that made him curse the suit even more.  He still didn't notice until his asari bodyguard annoyingly touched him on the shoulder.
The dark-skinned human stepped forwards first, his eyes a piercing winter grey whilst the three turians behind him sat far away to start blending in, talking to each other like old friends.  Two of them had various streaks of paint across their cheeks horizontally, whilst one was simply barefaced.  The human started with:
	"Ey, you Torvan?"
	"Hhhhh...who wants to know?"
	"We had a deal, remember?  Jared?"
	"Oh...heh, been so busy I just near forgot...mmmph lissen, this a bad time so why dontcha come back tomorrow at my office and we can...work a price?"
	"I don' think so, we were gonna do this today."
	"I got the stuff...you got the dough...but I ain' got the time son."
	"Well make time."
	"Bitch...hhhhh...I'm busy with two earthclan ladies here so you best be steppin' off 'fore I drive my boot up your ass."
	"Well maybe you'd like to talk to my friends behind me then?"
At the moment he said this, the three turians revealed their guns hidden neatly beneath their plain velvet suits.  It was at this point the asari stepped in and pushed the human's chest.
	"Mr. Torvan is busy.  Reschedule your appointment or else."
	"Or else what?"
	"Or else you'll be finding yourself burnt a hell of a lot darker than you already are, human."
	"That a threat?"
	"Only if it doesn't happen."
	"Do you have the damn stuff, I had to make a lot of deals just to get time off."
	"Pfft..."

Torvan finally had enough and motioned the girls away, slipping them a few creds each and a number to call him back on before showing off a screen on his omni-tool.  A large container in a shipyard with very easily-marked numbers.
	"200 kilos of prime hallex, cut pure.  Check the facts, s'all legit."
	"Hmph..."
The human took the data onto his omni-tool and verified it for himself, nodding.
	"That's a lot more than I thought."
	"Shit always gets finished with Fin, son, check it."
	"Oh I checked it alright.  Because you just proved everything."
It was right at this point that the human pulled out an ID card from his clothes, the turians readying themselves for a fight as fingers wrapped round guns.
	"Detective Davis, Citadel Security.  You're under arrest for smuggling, and your friend miss Kovis over here's got a few good cases of murder on her list."
	"Th-the fuck's this?!" roared Fin.  "You scarin' away my shit, just to drop this on me?!  Did you see dem gurls, you better pay fer that when mah DICK wuz about to get all up inside 'em!"
	"Cut the crap Torvan and come quietly or else you'll be paying for other things."
	"YOU...KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER!"
	"Gladly."
Anaira Kovis wasted no time in blasting the detective hard with a biotic punch, slamming him back into the three turians with a powerful essence pumped through her fist.  The turian with no face markings however had anticipated such, ducking in front of his allies before them with his own biotics to create a powerful full-frontal barrier.  Thick and luminous enough to absorb the sudden hail of gunfire now upon them.  The place started to immediately clear out as people began screaming for cover, seeing that shit was about to get real.  The asari simply alerted this fact by spreading her arms and charging up her attack.
	"GET DOWN!" roared the biotic turian.
He knew what was coming and simply braced for impact, receiving the head-on body slam of a biotic charge that knocked him straight off the evelated platform, as well as the rest of the officers who went hurling down the stairs nearby.  Davis managed to get away farthest and was ducking out behind the bar, the other two turians keeping cover at the steps.  The turian biotic however found himself hanging off the ledge of the middle floor, hearing the human cry:
	"DAHNUS!"
	"I GOT IT!"
He swung himself upwards using a biotic charge of his own, a shimmering streak of indigo-blue reaching up into the top area with the dancefloor full of people now cowering, the bar staff's single server included.  Dahnus had managed to biotically vault over the balcony and hide against the top of the stairs, warning the civilians with:
	"C-SEC, STAY DOWN!"
The civilians complied and stayed hidden in fear as officer Drumarien called out:
	"SURRENDER NOW TORVAN, WILLINGNESS TO COMPLY MAKES IT EASIER ON YOU!"
	"FUCK YOU!" shouted the volus.  "AIN' NOBODY GETTIN' OUTTA HERE 'TIL I SAY SO!  HHHHHH...Kovis, fuckin' waste 'em!"
	"On it boss," said Anaira, "just keep me charged and keep your head down."

The volus ducked down beneath the table he had been sitting at, charging up a few tricks of his own as customary for any volus heading out to the wild blue yonder.  The asari kept herself tightly covered beside the seats, knowing that she had immediately become pincered but not being dissuaded any worse for it.  Anaira had a good plan to keep herself protected, one of the reasons that she agreed to be employed by Torvan.  Her employer was not just an ordinary volus who wanted to be a gangster more than anything.  He had a few tricks of his own to keep handy.
With the bar's lower-level residents now almost entirely evacuated, the battlefield was clear for Davis and the two turian officers that began firing upon the asari.  Davis had a small Predator sidearm, a basic pistol that was fast and efficient but not powerful.  Standard issue which his allies also wielded to become a three-point firing squad that chipped away at Anaira's shield, her biotic strength typically powerful for an asari to wield.
Gunfire shimmered up and down the stairs, the tiniest of slivers streaking through the air as the police kept their heads down more than the asari did.  She knew she was well-armoured in not only a full suit, but also with a biotic barrier compared to the plainsclothes officers.  She proved this point when she managed to use her biotic skill to pull one turian out of cover, and hurl him up towards the ceiling like a ragdoll covered in a purple aura.  He was perfectly helpless to be shot a few times in the leg with her submachine pistol.
Dahnus however was forgotten briefly by her, long enough that he managed to shoot at the back of her head powerfully enough with his own pistol, as well as taking pot shots at Torvan to scare him into shouting:
	"KOVIS, HE'S FUCKING SHOOTIN' AT ME!"
She turned and snarled before firing violently towards the upper level, streaking gunfire across the ceiling within as ricochet sounds and sparks went flying, causing panic and screams from inside.  But she was distracted long enough to stop attacking the biotically-trapped turian, who fell to the floor crying out in pain as he limped to cover and crouched to nurse his wounds.  Soon however the combined assault upon the asari was enough to weaken her barriers, causing her to shout:
	"SHIELD ME UP BOSS!"
	"GOT IT!"
Fin Torvan's first of many tricks now came to play, a regenerating shield boost that not only recharged his own shields, but also that of allies around him.  Including his barrier-protected bodyguard.  Dahnus knew that this would only keep the battle to a standstill, meaning he had to get up and personal, whether he wanted to or not.  He just needed the right moment and angle to do so.  It would be tricky however, for his own biotic skills would still be shielded against by the asari's.  It would be a matter of perfect timing, as he murmured on his comms:
	"Davis!"
	"Yeah?!"
	"Try to knock her barriers down again, when you do, I'll stop Torvan from healing them up so I can take her down personally."
	"Got it, we're on it."

They focused all their fire once more upon the asari, peppering her with shots everytime she got out of cover but also being mindful of her own biotic powers.  They knew she would stay right next to her boss, meaning she could only pull them out of cover with biotic power and leave them vulnerable for shooting.  Anytime she did do such however, Dahnus fired on Torvan to scare and distract them.  Once Anaira's barrier was finally torn through with enough ammo, Dahnus Drumarien unloaded all of his clip into the volus' position, hammering down on the table.
	"BOSS HEAL ME UP!"
	"H-HE-AGH, F-FUCKING BITCH KEEPS SHOOTIN' ME!"
	"GIMME THE DAMN SHIELD NOW!"
	"I JUS-"
	"NOW!"
The perfect opening came as Dahnus hopped out of cover and targeted the asari, glowing with a radiant purple-blue as he suddenly went flying through the air straight towards her.  The brutal biotic charge cracked her in the jaw, knocking her off the seating area and hurtling down towards the bar where Davis was hiding. slamming the asari into the counter.  She was quick to recover however before she began driving her fist straight into Dahnus' gut, punching him upwards before a second slam across the face.
Davis tried to intervene, but the asari simply shoved him back with her biotic ability and hurled him across the bar.  Drinks went flying across the room and spilling into either empty bottles or broken shards all over the floor.  Dahnus was getting his head slammed against the bar, but he grabbed a bottle that rolled beside him and slammed it across Anaira's face, scratching her purple skin as she shrieked and pulled back.  She tried to swing out her punches blindly like a brawler, glowing with biotic rage.
But Dahnus dodged them expertly, huge swings coming at him left and right which he ducked underneath before slamming a violent uppercut into her broken jaw, the asari screaming with fury as she stumbled back.  Kovis went for a bullrush, but Drumarien swung low with a sweeping kick and tripped her up before slamming his fist into her back.  The mercenary leapt up with a biotic gust, stomping a wave of energy off the ground that pushed back the turian officer before she grabbed him by the throat and slammed her fist into his face.
The officer however was trained enough to deal with more than just punks, and immediately slammed both his fists underneath the wrist that grabbed his neck.  Thrown off, her punch went too late into the wall as her right fist throbbed with pain at going full force into the mortar as Dahnus swung to her left, grabbing the arm that once held him before pulling her into an armlock.  Swiftly snatching her wrist and twisting it behind her back, he pulled hard upwards to send a brief spark of agony through Anaira's senses, giving him just enough time to slam her head against the wall.
Then doing so again and once more for the road to make sure that she was knocked out, swiftly cuffing her hands with hard-light handcuffs to prevent her "casting" any more biotic powers in their direction.  But the fun was not over just yet, when a small volus head peeked out over the seats seeing that his bodyguard was now under arrest.  He readily made his escape, running towards the fire exit on a lower level desperately.

Dahnus was not going to let him get away, spotting his squat little body waddling as fast as possible and not looking back.  He even managed to get far enough that running after him would not stop him in time before he could disappear from the club, and a biotic charge was too powerful to use without severely wounding him.  Then he noticed something hanging right above.
	"STOP IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!"
His roar of authority only made the volus falter for one second, but it was just enough to show he meant business as Dahnus first aimed one hand at an area above Torvan, then he aimed the other.  His physical gesture sent neurons coursing through his body in a very particular fashion, like any biotic trick that allowed him to focus on one particular object, like the one hanging just above Fin Torvan's head.  The electrical charge through the turian's nodules, imbedded beneath his skin, began firing up his aura once more as he roared:
	"I ORDER YOU TO STOP!  NOW!"
A violent rattling came from above the volus as the creak of metal suddenly began to scream, ripped from its very foundations as a large shadow came down from above him.  Torvan began screaming as he fell, panicking as something landed with a violent crunch, smashing into the floor all around him.  But somehow he was not dead, his suit was not crushed and a thick layer of dust had slightly drifted all around him.  All he could now see was bars everywhere.  A cage that had once been made for dancing, now turned into a small prison.
The turian leapt down to the lower level, cushioning his fall with his biotic drift as he hovered for a few seconds before landing, walking up towards the encaged volus looking all the world like a fat gerbil.  Torvan, despite the predicament he was now in, began shouting:
	"YOU FUCKIN' PIG, WHO THE FUCK YOU-...HHHHHH...THINK YOU ARE HUH!?  AHMA KILL YOU, AHLL FUCK YOU UP LIKE SAREN ARTERIUS YOU MOTHERFUH-"
	"Stop it."
Dahnus made the cage shiver with his power to intimidate the volus.
	"You are not a gangster Torvan, you're just a banker who got lucky and stupid enough to get rich with some drugs.  Now I can treat you like a punk if you keep talking like that, and I will put you in a cell with every other turian, krogan and human drugrunner that know all about you and are just waiting for the day to come make their payback on you...or I can treat you like a dumb fool who got in way over his head and has finally realised before he got too deep, and is now willing to cooperate for a levied sentence.  Which one is it Torvan?"
	"I...hhhhh...you don' know who you messin' with, ahm gonna get mah posse down here an' bust a cap in yo ass...hhhhhh..."
	"Choose your next words wisely.  Either go down like a drug dealer and see how long you last in a cell full of enemies...or you get taken in like a banker who made a very bad choice in life.  Now are you a drug dealer...or are you a banker?"
	"I...I-I-I...I'm..."

The volus sighed eventually at the threat turning all too real on him.  His nerve was lost, and he simply replied with a heavy heart:
	"I'm a banker."
	"Yes you are."
	"I-I'm sorry...I...hhhh...p-please...just, let me-"
	"We'll deal with this down at the station, if you cooperate we can work something out.  Fin Torvan, you are under arrest for drug smuggling, you are entitled to a lawyer that the Citadel will grant you, and you do not have to say anything but be warned that anything you do say from here on now may be used as evidence against you.  Do you understand?"
	"Y-yes...officer."
The former drug dealer gave in quickly without a fight, as he was cuffed alongside his former bodyguard who was now conscious and was going to have an even worse time in jail.  Her snarl was evident as she tried to spit at the turian officer, shouting:
	"You're fucking DEAD, faker, you call that biotics!?  I've seen abortions shoot better than you!"
	"Likewise...I'm just glad there's such a thing as physical mnemonics.  Because all it takes is to cuff your hands behind your back, and shut down even the most powerful biotic from doing anything...mostly."
	"You better enjoy what last moments alive you have, barefaced prick."
Dahnus simply said nothing and took her away on guard, whilst Davis the detective assisted the wounded turian from the fight who was also aided by his friend.  The trip down to the station was made easier by the shuttlecar they had around the corner, delivering both Torvan and Anaira Kovis to separate cells for further questioning.  Davis however did not want to go just yet as he needed to take down details at the Purgatory bar, and asked Dahnus to join him whilst other officers accompanied the convicts back to C-Sec's HQ.
After an hour later of investigating and corroborating information that was obtained, he had all he needed to put away Torvan for a good while, with Kovis getting even more jail time planned for her.  They made their way back towards the fast transit station ready to hitch a ride back to HQ whilst talking on the way, passing through streets filled with various races all coalescing neatly.  The Presidium was heavenly for a first-time visitor, a lush bowl of smooth white curves filled with rows upon rows of verdant gardens, balconies for homes and a river streaking right through the residential area.

Even through it was now night-time as ordained by the solar movements of the cluster, and they were in a slightly more unsavoury part of the most pristine elemen of the Citadel, it was still better than the wards for the two members of C-Sec.  Dahnus preferred the presidium truly owing to there being less confrontations, and what few confrontations there were actually tended to be even more exciting and frantic than the typical crimes down on the wards.  The fast transit ride only further emphasised the class divide between the smooth marble-white of the presidium against the darkened blue underbelly of the wards.
But things would get a little more strange and exciting in the worst way once the two members of C-Sec stopped by their favourite coffee shop, a cozy place off the side of the main street.  It was typically human, the fake veneer clashing with the blue steel streets of the Citadel wards but nevertheless being a very relaxing place, drinking their separate chemically-imbued coffees.
	"Hell of a way to catch a guy," said Davis, "dropping a cage on him?  Kinda cat and mouse ain't it?"
	"Only way I could stop him," said Drumarien, "unless I wanted to break his spine open with a biotic charge."
	"Hah, glad you remembered to take the bottom out first."
	"Course I did, that was easy to knock off after a few shakes."
	"Mmhmm...you sure didn't hold back on that asari though didya?  I mean damn you knocked her head into the wall real hard."
	"She's from Omega, she's probably felt worse.  I'd be practically insulting her if I didn't do my hardest."
	"Heh, amen to that.  I'm just glad we finally nailed that little bastard."
	"He's not as bad as the usual fare, just a suit that got too tired of the ways of mundane life in the banking world and decided to get rich quick.  Honestly I don't think he even knows how many people he's hurt, he seems very vain and selfish."
	"Sounds like any banker to me."
	"Guess so..."
Around ten minutes later however, they heard a violent human scream from down the street.  Dahnus immediately leapt into action, as did Davis who already paid their bill.  People began to gather, a small crowd of five curious shoppers at the edge of a dark nearby alleyway.  It was not dark enough however to obscure the lone victim within the edge of a soft light source, blood pooling out to fill the spotlight as people began to back off in panic.  Dahnus swiftly rushed to the front of the crowd along with Davis, both of them pushing the civilians back.
	"Stay back, C-Sec!"
	"What's happened?!" cried one asari.
	"Just stay back please, no one move but keep a safe distance!"

Both human and turian pulled out their handguns and began slowly walking in, keeping a focus on anything that could move from the shadows with lights from their omni-tools.  It only took them a minute to take a clean sweep of the area to see no one else was nearby.  No one except a pale-skinned human wearing a brown trenchcoat with blood seeping heavily from his gored chest.  They didn't even need to check his pulse to know that he was clearly dead, with Dahnus making a call to HQ through a near-invisible earpiece he tapped with two fingers.
	"Control this is Officer Drumarien, code twelve-forty-seven, we have a situation here!"
	"Control here, sit-rep."
	"Human male murdered in quadrant six-five-five, repeat, human male murdered in quadrant six-five-five, send down Investigations and additional officers in the area to clear off the street."
	"Anyone else with you?"
	"Detective Davis is with me now, no sign of the suspect."
	"Confirmed, ETA in twenty-minutes."
	"Affirmative."
	"Alright everyone!" said Davis to the crowd.  "The police are coming down to take your numbers and accounts, anyone who has witnessed anything that may be helpful to us PLEASE remain here for the next half-hour.  If you are unable to then please leave us a number so that we may contact you, either with me or my fellow officer here.  Is that clear?"
The crowd for the most part were simple shoppers with no purpose to be anywhere and simply waited for the police to come, as Dahnus and Davis started making a compiled set of notes on various points of the crime scene.  They began to layer out the scene with an omni-tool feature that allowed them to mark and pinpoint certain aspects.  The blood stain pooling beneath the light above, the gaping wound in the body of the victim, a small trail that went spitting off to the other end of the alleyway.  Being a detective himself within Investigations, Davis had first pickings being on-site.  Danus however, being in Enforcement, simply kept guard whilst noting things occasionally as he listened to his human friend saying:
	"James Kanellos, forty-three, owner of a bakery down on six-two-four."
	"Hah, Kanellos Bakery?" said Dahnus.  "Damn...they have good bread there, what a waste to see him go."
	"Still got his ID on him, money still on his omni, so not a robbery."
	"You sure about that?"
	"Maybe, don't see anything that could've been stolen."
	"What if the suspect ran off with something?"
	"What do you think a baker's gonna have on him that's worth killing?  A secret recipe?"
	"Wish I knew Davis...how'd he die?"
	"Stabbed through the chest, huge-ass blade it musta been?"
	"Serrated?"
	"No...looks very clean, can't see much but it looked like it was one thrust."
	"Sounds precise."
	"It is," said Davis, "that's what scares me.  This wasn't a frenzy killing, looked real precise.  The guy's face too."

The human detective covered his hand with a holographic gauntlet, mimicking a glove so as not to leave fingerprints or disturb the evidence, holding the victim's cheeks to look into his dead eyes.  A swarthy-looking middle-aged man, his face was stricken with fear in his final moments of glazed brown eyes and an open mouth forever left to scream.
	"Frozen in fear.  Paralyzed practically.  That means he saw what was coming, who was coming to kill him."
	"So it wasn't a surprise attack then," said Dahnus.  Was he stabbed from back or front?"
	"Front, the exit wound bursts out the back and rips through his coat right here...so he must have seen a guy come running up to him, he turns, this huge-ass blade fucking shanks through him, one thrust, dead, suspect runs off in that direction with blood still fresh."
	"Sounds very random though, why would he do that?"
	"Who knows why anyone does these things?  Hmmm..."
	"Why are you so certain this blade is so big?"
	"Look at this."
He motioned Dahnus to come over to examine the body better.  The chest of the victim was practically gaping and out through the back, his reddened interior glistening fresh from his 7-inch-tall wound from being murdered not more than half an hour ago.  His body flopped meekly without rigor mortis, not due for a few hours before the stiffness would come take him.
	"What do you make of this Dahnus?" asked Davis.
	"...large bladed weapon definitely, but not serrated like you said.  Single thrusting force with enough power to go right through him.  Maybe some kind of...what's that human sword that's really long, kanaka?"
	"Katana?"
	"That's it, maybe that?"
	"No...look at the ripping tear of the wound, that's caused by stretching, so the blade elongates over its length.  Sloped basically."
	"Down to a fine point...what kind of weapon could it be?"
	"No idea...keep the crowd back a little, I'm gonna check over the blood trail."
Several officers soon came to guard off the crime scene minutes later, using blue holographic barriers that resembled the red velvet barriers one would see lined up at major events to hold back a crowd.  And that was exactly their purpose, for they would immediately turn solid with hard light should anyone unauthorised come into contact, whilst melding into soft light for anyone else allowed to come in, such as more members of Investigations who came to assist in moving the body once Davis had given permission.
Questions were asked, names and accounts were taken and the evidence was collected, for what little there was of it other than the body itself.  Dahnus returned to C-Sec regardless in order to file his reports on both Fin Torvan and the now recently-deceased James Kanellos.  The office in which he worked was just as methodical as any other office in C-Sec.  A desk with one chair, with another chair in front of it for visitors and interrogations as well as a video screen on the wall behind.

Pure sterile white with a touch of grey, the only colour in the place being that of the orange transparent terminal that was bound in a steel frame, with a touch-screen interface like any other.  Dahnus began to file off his reports, dealing with Fin Torvan first whilst letting Davis handle the recent murder.  Torvan would also be processed into confinement under Davis' authority, having headed up the operation with Dahnus as leading officer.  It was only two hours later that his comrade would arrive with his own reports on a PDA, allowing Dahnus to compare notes and better file them more accurately.
The only thing out of place in his office was the crack on his floor owing to a previous interrogation, a hazard for tripping on that he swore to get fixed several times.  His desk had personal mementos stored safely away inside, far from prying eyes that would dare use them against him.  A few small medals of marksmanship, photographs of friends and induction day as well as a photo of a convicted turian amongst the mix.  He smiled at it briefly before working further on his reports.  Davis came in sometime before their lunch break, wearing his C-Sec garb of a blue cottonfold suit with a few straps across the chest.
	"Lunch tiiime."
	"Bit early ain't it Greg?"
	"Ahhh just leavin' it here for ya."
He put down a small bag with Dahnus' lunch in it on the desk, sitting down the chair opposite as Drumarien asked him about the case.
	"Torvan doing fine?"
	"He'll live, dumbass he is got no spine, he'll fess up to everything and try to levy a sentence.  He didn't even realise until an hour ago that we already seized the shipment he was carrying."
	"Very unusual one too wasn't it?  Some kind of contaminated medi-gel?"
	"We got toxicology on it now, doesn't seem lethal but you can't be too careful with that stuff."
	"Mmhmm...not like him to do that though, normally he's just a drug peddling wannabe."
	"I hear ya, let's hope more of this stuff ain't out there."
	"Right...anymore on Kanellos?"
	"Still trying to identify the weapon from the wounds, no luck so far.  We informed the family and asking them about anyone who might have had a grudge against him."
	"Was he last seen with anyone?"
	"Nope, not anyone we could find, not even the people at the scene said they saw anything.  Closest one is that one of them said she arrived first and saw him fresh dead, someone turned a corner and disappeared outta sight."
	"Wait, someone saw the suspect fleeing?"
	"Only briefly," said Davis, "couldn't even tell what species it was other than it wasn't krogan or volus or hanar."
	"Well THAT narrows it down," said Dahnus sarcastically.
	"Hehehe...alright I'll let you take your break."
	"Yeah they'll be calling me soon on here so see ya later."
	"Later Dahn."

Greg Davis took his leave to go eat his lunch elsewhere, as Dahnus saw break time just about to come up on the clock and began tucking into his food, a dextro-amino sandwich of various vegetables.  But what he was really waiting for was a message to come up on the terminal, a call coming in over a secured external line as he turned on the forcefield that protected the entrance of his office.  It was also soundproof for privacy's sake, as he took the call.  On screen was a female turian with full-grey skin baby-blue markings on her cheeks, horizontally three of them on each side.
	"Hi honey."
	"Hello."
	"Just tucking in?"
	"Mmhmm, how are you?"
	"Good good, I managed to finally fix the sink, took me a day but it got done at least."
	"I would have hired a plumber if you wanted."
	"Oh no no, this is my house, I can fix things alright?  I clean it and I fix it."
	"Hmhmhm..."
	"How are you?" she asked.  "See a good few scuffles on your face there, rough day?"
	"S'not that bad, had a little fight down the club with a guy who thought he was more gangster than he actually was...and his bodyguard that actually was."
	"Fin Torvan?"
	"How'd you guess?"
	"Come on, you know who you're talking to?  He may be recent but I hear enough out from underground."
	"Right...I tend to forget who you are sometimes."
	"Considering the photo you keep of me in that desk I think you're lying to yourself."
	"Hmph...you know me too well."
He looked at the photo of the female turian down in his desk drawer.  Baby blue paintmarks on her cheeks, a prisoner number in her hands and smiling with a broken grin, her blackened eye swollen as if trying to wink at him.  It had been the greatest day of his life, courtesy of the captive's name.  Shara Pavernius.
	"You were one hell of a runner," murmured Dahnus.
	"Not as much as you," said Shara, "all it took for you was just one more day of seeing me, and that was the day you finally caught me."
	"One case closed and a new life opened up."
	"And then we made new life...spirits, how did I ever fall for you?"
	"Honestly?  I wish I knew.  But somehow it worked, two sides of the law only merging with another force."
	"The force of love.  Or was it admiration?"
	"First the latter...then the former."
	"Hmhmhmhm..."
	"How's Carrie doing?"
	"Good!  She's still running her store, meant to see her tomorrow for a little coffee break, get out the house for a bit."
	"Hope you keep Jarren busy."
	"It'll be during when he's at school, he'll be fine."
	"MOMMY!"

A voice cried out from behind Shara, the turian female rolling her eyes as she beckoned someone over.
	"Daddy's on call sweetie, wanna say hi?"
	"UH HUH!"
She pulled up onto her lap a young sprightly turian boy, wide-eyed and the size of a toddler given the same facepaint as his mother.  A darker rocky grey than her but he also had his father's white-chalk nose and mouth as he waved to him.
	"Hiii daddyyyy!"
	"Hmhmhm hello son," said Dahnus humbly.  "How's your day been?"
	"GREAT, me an' mommy went out early, a-an' she went to sum biiig desk thing, an' this nice human gave her lotsa MONEY!"
	"Ahhhh you went to the bank with mommy did ya?"
	"UH HUH!  Why dat human give mommy money daddy?!"
	"Well, a bank is where you keep money in case you have too much of it and want to keep it safe, it also allows you to get it back anywhere in the galaxy at the right machines."
	"So...dat wuz mommy's money?!"
	"Mmhmm, and the nice human there looks after it for her, keeps the money safe for her in case she needs it."
	"But, whut if someone STEALS it?!"
	"The banks are very secure, also daddy gets called by the bank to come running down and stop anyone from stealing money."
	"So, YOU keep mommy's money safe too, hehehee!"
	"That's right Jarren.  Do you have money too?"
	"UH HUH, mommy said she wuz...um...openin sumthin' fer me."
	"It's called an account sweetie," said Shara above him.  "That way you can put your money in one day when you have enough of it when you're older."
	"An' den people give me money too?!"
	"Only if it's yours already that you put into it, it's a place to hold your money, not get MORE money."
	"Okay!  Um...daddy, did yous get in a fight?!"
	"Ah...yes, I did Jarren."
	"Whuh happen?!"
	"Daddy had to deal with a very mean lady."
	"Why wuz she mean to you?!"
	"Because she wanted to do something naughty and I told her no."
	"Heeheee!  She baaaad daddy."
	"Yes she is, that's why she's now in jail."
	"Hokays, ah should go.  Bye daddyyyy!"
	"Bye Jarren."
The boy hopped off his mother's lap and went running off somewhere to play in another room.  Both parents chuckled before Dahnus asked:
	"How's school for him?"
	"Good good," said Shara, "he's popular, little unfocused but more because he's young rather than anything else, got quite a few friends."
	"That's good."
	"Not a good writer though, not great with stories, tends to be too literal with things."
	"Numbers was always his game more."
	"Maybe he'll be a banker."
	"Hmhmhaha...he was pretty observant about my bruises though, kinda surprised he noticed them."
	"He's got a good eye, good mind too, very logical for his age."
	"Sharp eyes AND numbers," said Dahnus proudly, "kid'll be a whiz tech maybe."
	"Maybe...we've got his appointment coming up this week."
	"I know, you want me to be there?"
	"I think you should be, it wouldn't be right for a boy his age to be without his daddy at the doctor's."
	"I agree...alright...well, I better get back to my work so call me again tomorrow?"
	"Sure, I'll tell Carrie you said hi."
	"Thanks, see you when I get home."
	"Bye dear."
The blowing of a kiss between terminals signalled the end of the call, as Dahnus went back to eating before time was up for him to start working again.  He tried to push out his more personal thoughts and worries and focus purely on being the officer.  Most people never seemed to be able to separate their work from home but Dahnus managed to find the key, a balance as it were.  He just wished that he could be able to teach it to some other people he knew, as the following week ahead for him would be one of his most strangest and arduous experiences in his entire career.