[Private Estate, Omega] A Little Backstage Nuisance

The building was made of two rectangular prisms horizontally stacked on top of each other. The bottom was two stories high and expanded across a large amount of land, while the top piece was one story high and was too small to expand past the edges of the bottom piece. It was all the same color set as almost every single building in Omega; a faded-pink brown covered in dust. If the building had any windows, one wouldn’t be able to know just from seeing it. Not a single exposed window, not a single obvious way in except for the door, which had two guards stationed there and two other guards occasionally patrolling across it. Human, human, batarian, turian, ah. Dressed up in armors without insignia, nothing more than some cheap, generic mercenaries. How droll. How splendid for them, then, that this might turn out as their last day living such a meaningless life.

From behind red mists and soft, glowing neon, a man in black stood behind a window of an abandoned building. For a building of any size to be considered unusable for Omega, oh. What a laugh. Surely it wasn’t that bad. Then again, he supposed that no one really wanted to live or work next to some egotistical moneybags with mercenaries in his pocket. All the better.

The moneybags in question loved his privacy, it seemed. Anything that had directly surrounded it, touching it, had been destroyed. What an expensive effort that must have been. And what a waste as well. He was sure that the money could be better spent in the right hands.

But this wasn’t about the money, was it?

No.

It was about something greater.

Fear.

Instilling the abstract and vague into the minds of others simply from killing an organism that was somehow different from the others.

How delightful.

He glanced at the large, long black box next to him and then at the door behind. It was only a matter of time.