[Citadel] A Simple Job (closed)

As the car was returning to the apartment there was a beeping sound from the in-car omnitool after a few beeps it swapped over and there was Albert's face.

"Mister Talodias, are you all right?" A simple pause followed, "I am really sorry this happened and I am very grateful for your service, I believe that 2,500 credits is more appropriate for services rendered." another pause, "and you can still make an extra 150 if you take the time to deliver that envelope... Mister Talodias, are you there?"

Sulla stared at the holo for full ten seconds before replying. "I... That is... More than adequate, I was simply... Happy to..." Sulla shuts his face before the diplomat would change his mind. 2500 credits. That would put an end to his monetary troubles for some time, surely.

"I'll be happy to deliver that envelope for you", he croaks finally, his mouth dry. "I'll just get this beauty back to your garage, and, uh, it... It might have a few scratches on it. I was racing a gunship after all", he continues nervously. The car was getting closer to the building, and the traffic was as busy as ever. The very visible gashes on the sides made many commuters do a double check.

"Good to hear... about the delivery not the scratches, but they are not your fault you did your duty and for that I am grateful." Albert said with a smile, "I am sure that whatever you recovered is worth far more than a repair job on my car."

The car reached his destination, "oh and don't forget to have a snack and maybe a shower before you deliver the envelope you look pretty beaten-up." Well if nothing else it did show that Albert followed the 'it is better to be respected, trusted and/or liked than being feared and loathed," philosophy when it came to dealing with employees.

"Copy that Mister Lowell. I was happy to be of service. Thank you sir.", Sulla says with a wide grin, and cuts the link. Ten minutes later a very tired but pleased turian youth shambles into the apartment. He sets the backbag on the table, checks the OSDs are good and goes to get the envelope to put in his own bag before making a beeline to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of juice and a handful of davra-nuts from a bowl before continuing to the bathroom munching on his snack and gulping down juice straight from the bottle. A hot shower would totally be a lifesaver.

Sulla stuffs his beanie in a thigh pocket and, soon the rest of his clothes are in a pile on the floor and the turian is under a stream of hot water before he even checks for hidden or less hidden cameras.

Albert sure knew how to get the people working for him to like the diplomat. And to get them out of their clothes.

When Sulla exits the shower one of the closets opens giving the turian access to a pile of soft and fluffy towels reinforced so they can withstand handling of talons and carapace.

For the rest the apartment seems to be totally undisturbed that is until Sulla enters the living room and is confronted by two Alliance Marines standing guard one at the elevator the other the entrance to the study.

"Good evening sir," Both salute, "Mr. Lowell told us you were here, hope we didn't startle you too much, but it was either wait here or knock on the door of the bathroom." The backpack was notably missing, "it's all right Mr. Sulla, if you could deliver the envelope now?"

After he had thoroughly cleaned and dried himself, Sulla enters the main room and jumps a little when there are suddenly people in the apartment, but relaxes instantly when he sees they are soldiers. "At ease gentlemen. Just a sergeant", he says, before remembering that humans said sir to civilians when wanting to be polite.

Sulla picks up his back, salutes for goodbye, and takes the elevator down. Within 30 minutes the envelope is safely in the human embassy.