[Citadel - Wards] Fresh Blood, Old Friends

"Sure you go ahead, it'll take a sec." Shank said before disappearing again.

Shank had, as soon as Ethan had turned his back and began running towards the others, managed to open the unlocked door, shoved the unconscious guard inside and closed it again. He hoped that the other team would be locking the doors soon, for now the dead bolts weren't engaged.

"I want to impress," he said over the radio to the rest of the team, "on you the urgency of our request to step up and lock the fucking door."

Ignoring the message alert vibrating through his omnitool, Snow was preoccupied with current events, mainly the enraged grackletooth who had just disarmed him. In the process of being disarmed, the krogan's strength had the result of tossing Snow into an adjacent container. Landing back first, the lanky charity worker was stunned by the impact, slowly rising, looking around for anything to use as a weapon (fuck you very much Shank), finding only exposed wiring at his right hand. Snow shook his head, trying to shake the effects of the collision, seeing a sprinkler system right above him as the grackletooth turned back to red hood with bad intentions.

"What...what's wrong grackletooth, not having fun?" A smile forming on Snow's face as he signaled to Miss Rondor to turn on the sprinkler system, the exposed wires dormant due to the shutdown protocol in the buildings system. Snow hoped to god that Miss Whiskers would get on the stick for the next trap, hoping it would be enough to put the krogan down, or at least, give them a breather. The red hood took a step forward, making sure to get right on the edge of the arc of the potential sprinker spray, readying his omnitool, the other hand giving the krogan a one finger gesture.

When you're stuck between gangers armed with assault weapons and a krogan ganger armed with being a goddamned krogan, timing is everything.
Right now said timing sucked.
To activate the trap the krogan had just stepped in, Michelle needed to activate an electric lever. To engage the final lockdown of the part of the warehouse the gangers were in, she needed to access the maintenance terminal. Which was on the other side of the warehouse from said lever.
She had a choice to make, either helping out her grumpy but ultimately well meaning colleague with whom she had worked for a year now and who had saved her neck many times, or a rude ex ganger who had kind of dumped his problems on the kids she was looking out for.
Amazingly, she bolted straight in the direction of the electric lever.

"SORRY SHANKS, SLIGHT DELAY. TRY TO KEEP THEM OCCUPIED. TALK ABOUT THE GOOD OLD DAYS GOT TO GO BYE BYE", she shouted in the general direction on her omni-tool.

The electric lever was not meant to be pulled by accident and thus was extremely hard, but she just hung on it with all her weight. Being corpulent paid off for once, and as the krogan was about to reduce Snow to a smudge on a crate, the wire poured electricity on the strategically placed water spill the mountain of muscles was standing in.
Snow barely had time to climb up a crate before frying with his opponent, that was howling in pain and shaking from all members.

"IS HE DOWN?" shouted Michelle as she resumed her jog towards the maintenance terminal, as the warehouse safeties that Michelle and Snow couldn't override kicked in and cut the juice.

That marathon training sure had been worth it.

Tracking Miss Whiskers by the edge of his sight, Snow saw her begin to work the lever, finally succeeding in initalizing the backup power. Dropping the now sparking wires towards the puddle, the krogan aware now that all that the red hood had done was an effort to buy time. Snow moving as soon as his fingers let go of the bundle of wiring, running up the container and rolling atop an instant after the wire hit the puddle. Covering his eyes, Snow attempted to shield himself from the arcing morass that was the puddle, the wire, and one grackletooth who was roaring in agony and anger.

The trap only lasted a few seconds before the safeties locked in, shutting down the circut the wires were connected to, the krogan had stopped roaring, only a weak grunting coming from the merc as Snow slowly stood, the red hood's ribcage throbbing as he dropped down for an assesment, picking up the length of pipe that he had lost before. "Just need to make sure the grackletooth is down and out. You never know with them", calling out to Miss Rondor, the ex-convict nearing the bounty hunter only for the still steaming krogan to bullrush the human. Backhanding the pipe out of Snow's hands, the grackletooth missed the second punch, Snow able to duck under to meet the krogan's knee with a snapping sound. Ribs breaking, the blow sending the red hood sprawiling into the crate across the warehouse.

"You know something Hood????? Fuck the bounty!" The krogan roaring as he moved towards Snow, the human slowly rising to a sitting position, bleeding from the mouth as he saw the bounty hunter stalking him. Gasping, Snow bracing for the inevitable, a knowing grin giving him a ghoulish appearance if one included the blood and his pale skin. Still hazy, Snow was unaware of Miss Whiskers, and the impending arrival of Ethan as he waited for the end to come...

Ethan was sprinting through the dark warehouse as fast as his legs could carry him.

"SORRY SHANKS, SLIGHT DELAY. TRY TO KEEP THEM OCCUPIED. TALK ABOUT THE GOOD OLD DAYS GOT TO GO BYE BYE." Michelle's voice blasted through Ethan's omnitool.

Ethan turned a corner to see the back of a burned krogan staring down Snow's broken form. Without hesitation, Ethan took a wide stance and reached out his left hand. The krogan flipped through the air from the force of the biotic pull. Grackletooth slammed on his head and landed face down. The krogan lifted his bloody head up and spat out "I AM GOING TO RIP YOUR H-"

"SHUT" Ethan slammed his club on the krogan's skull.
"THE" *crack*
"FUCK" *crack*
"UP!" *crack*, grackletooth slumped to the floor, and this time, he was staying down.

Ethan rushed over to check on Snow, "You ok? Where is Michelle?"

There was a lot of static before Ethan's communicator sprang back to life, on the other end there was a winded Shank. "I'll do what I can," There was the sudden wet crack of a nose breaking followed by a howling sound.

"but understand that I can't keep this up for much longer, and once they're done with me..." It was unclear what exactly happened but it sounded like it involved someone getting thrown into some garbage cans. "... they will come after you lot."

"Oh great, he got his hands on a monomolecular garrote. Red room knockoff probably. Act quick."

Michelle was easy to locate thanks to the very unladylike curses she was emitting as she was trying to get the uncooperative maintenance mainframe to work. Finally she managed to activate the correct command.
"It's done Shanks! You have a few seconds to pull out, or push back in whatever straggler you can. You can join us here so we can regroup. Good luck."

Sweaty, bruised and exhausted she half limped toward the boys and pulled out some medigel to apply on Snow. Her hand was steady and her movements well practice, showing she was way too used to treat grievous wounds for a charity worker.
"Mr Snow", she gently scolded her colleague, "when we planned this we agreed to never get within hitting distance of the krogan. You could have verified if he was down another way, from a reasonable distance. You took an unnecessary risk. Again."
Her face, for a brief second, failed to hide the guilt she felt. She knew she had once again used his blood knight tendency, and now tried to pretend it wasn't her intention all along.

She looked at the krogan, checking his body for any sign that he was just regenerating and bidding his time, and found none. If he was alive, he'd sleep at least until C-Sec came to pick him up.