Umbra Effect - Prologue. (Patreon)

Harry Potter, Omega Station – Year 2183 // Year 34 Before the Battle of Yavin.

"I can pay you, Umbra! I'll triple whatever Aria offered you! Credits aren't a problem! You know that!" the turian shouted, a poor bastard who had thought it would be a good idea to swindle Omega's alpha bitch.

"Not everything is about credits, Daedalus," Harry replied calmly, shaking his head as he walked along Omega's main corridor.

Oh, Omega. A decadent place, overflowing with violence and excess, where, if you had enough credits, you could buy anything and anyone. Skycars, ships, slaves, and technology that would make the Citadel Council faint from sheer terror.

Although, to be fair, creating a fucking singularity in the fabric of space so its gravitational pull could tear your enemies apart was excessive even by his standards. He had no idea what the fuck Aria had been thinking when she allowed that technology to be developed aboard a space station… a single shot would be enough to devastate entire sections.

But evidently, that wasn't his problem. If Omega's self-proclaimed alpha bitch wanted to play with singularities and black holes, that was her business. He would only be here for a couple of nights at most, and only to attend to Taliana's carnal needs, who, by now, should already have learned of his presence aboard the station.

"Why the fuck do you serve Aria, Umbra? With your influence, your abilities, and those damned devil droids you create, you could take this station whenever you wanted! You don't have to be her dog, and…"

However, Harry wasn't in the mood to listen to stupidity, so he simply gestured with his hand, causing the droid carrying Daedalus's petrified body to seize the turian's delicate, sensitive mandibles with enough force to avoid killing him, but more than enough to cause excruciating pain.

"AHHHHG!" the turian screamed in agony, while Harry turned his attention back toward Omega's central walkway, where he could see Afterlife, the castle of Her Blue-Assed Majesty in this decadent shithole.

As usual, everyone on the station moved aside for him without exception. Civilians, soldiers, Aria's guards, and even mercenaries. Even the stubborn krogan merely growled and stepped out of his way. Nobody was stupid enough to interfere with him.

Many heads had rolled to make that lesson common knowledge, but nothing sent a clearer message than executing the three leaders of the station's three criminal organizations and hanging their corpses along its busiest commercial route.

He still remembered with a chuckle the agony of that damned old krogan when Harry had ripped out all four of his testicles with a well-placed Accio after the bastard dared to threaten Taliana.

But none of that mattered now. Harry's attention settled upon the enormous line outside Aria's domain. As usual, it was filled with all kinds of species inhabiting this galaxy. Not nearly as many as in that distant place Harry had visited through the Alpha Mass Relay, on the outskirts of the galaxy. The Milky Way was… suspiciously empty by comparison, but it wasn't something that regularly occupied his thoughts.

Harry shook his head and walked toward the club's entrance. As usual, he headed straight inside, ignoring the incredulous and disapproving looks on the faces of those waiting to enter.

And within seconds, Harry reached the front of the line, where he watched with amusement as Barry, the elcor who worked for Aria, refused entry to a pathetic human who wouldn't stop whining and complaining about the injustice of being denied access.

"Why won't you let me in? Do you have any idea who my best friend is? I know Umbra personally!" the pathetic creature declared, while Harry couldn't help snorting with amusement beneath his helmet.

Barry glanced toward Harry for a moment before returning his attention to the newcomer and refusing him entry, this time even more firmly.

Naturally, the young human became indignant before answering.

"Are you fucking stupid? Do you want me to call Umbra so he can put you in your place?" he demanded, activating his omni-tool threateningly. And at that precise moment, the bounty hunter couldn't resist intervening with amusement, although his helmet's voice modulator made him sound downright terrifying.

"Call him," he said, a single word that caused Barry to laugh in amusement as the human turned around, coming face-to-face with Harry's infamous, distinctive armor, releasing a pathetic squeal in the process before falling to the floor in a pitiful spectacle.

"Umbra! I… I…" the man attempted to speak, having, to Harry's disgust, pissed his fucking pants, causing an uproar of laughter from Barry and everyone else waiting in line.

"Pathetic," Harry spat contemptuously before turning toward Barry and speaking.

"Aria's expecting me. Her lost pet is right there," Harry remarked with amusement, pointing toward Daedalus, who was still being carried like a suitcase by Prongs and Padfoot, the two commando droids Harry had constructed, who by now were as famous as he was for their lethal precision and alarming ability to destroy things.

"Amused: Aria is expecting you, Umbra. Determined: The Queen has paid the docking fees for the Noctis. She has also assigned you a young quarian engineer as part of your payment. Transmitting data."

At those words, Barry transmitted all the documentation. First came the permits for the Noctis, his beloved ship, along with the quarian's identification credentials.

"Tali'Zorah. I'll look for her later," he muttered to himself before nodding and transferring a few credits to Barry, who purred with satisfaction before allowing him through without any trouble.

As they made their way down the corridor toward Afterlife, Daedalus, his prisoner, couldn't help opening his mouth again.

"You know she's going to punish me, right? You wouldn't do that to me, Umbra. Aria's insane," the turian declared, swallowing nervously.

Harry merely chuckled and answered.

"You brought this upon yourself, Daedalus. You signed a contract to be Aria's sex slave for two years. What did you expect her to do when you ran away?" Harry asked, finding the situation hilarious, although his mask concealed his amusement.

As usual, the moment he entered Afterlife, Aria's men began nodding in acknowledgment. At this point, this fucking bar was practically his third home, after Hogwarts Station and Potter Manor on Earth. But Omega had something… something that attracted him, something neither his private station nor his family home on Earth possessed.

Naked asari everywhere.

"Umbra, please! That woman is going to shove a biotic charge up my ass! Don't do this to me! Just execute me right now!" the turian pleaded as Harry and his droids reached the stairs leading toward Aria's throne.

"Umbra," Bray greeted, causing Harry to respond with a nod.

"Bray. I've brought Aria's pet. He behaved very badly, and I found him near Palaven," Harry remarked with amusement, causing the batarian to chuckle at Daedalus's indignant expression.

"The Queen will be pleased. Apparently, she has a new breeding varren that needs to be calmed down," the batarian replied, causing Harry to burst into laughter at the terrified squeal Daedalus released.

The two men nodded to one another before beginning to ascend toward Aria's throne, where the Queen of Omega awaited him as usual, complete with a fucking speech and a pose that Harry knew from reliable experience she regularly practiced in her chambers.

Harry would know. He had seen it himself. The thought of Aria standing naked, his seed dripping between her legs, while practicing a speech about how she intended to disembowel a salarian was rather surreal, but that was what his life had become.

The guards didn't raise their weapons. At this point, it would have been a waste of time. But Harry noticed how Aria lifted her head with obvious interest. She concealed it well. The Queen couldn't depend on anyone, she had told him one night after they had spent an entire day making love, but the desire in her eyes was unmistakable.

Alas, business first. Perhaps Taliana and he would visit Aria's chambers later. The night was still young.

"You've arrived, Umbra. Have you brought my pet?" she asked as usual, her voice cold and amused. Harry answered naturally, taking a seat beside her and snapping his fingers, causing Prongs and Padfoot to drop Daedalus at Aria's feet. Still petrified, his eyes were wide with absolute terror.

Then Harry snapped his fingers again, causing a blue flash to travel across Daedalus's body, breaking the enchantment and allowing him to move once more.

The turian immediately rose to his feet, only to be forced onto his knees by Aria's biotic power.

"Who said you could stand up, Daedalus? You've been a bad boy, you know?" the Queen purred, signaling with her hand and causing Bray to produce some kind of electric baton.

"Someone bring Nibbles. He's got a bitch to break," Aria ordered, much to Daedalus's terror, before settling back upon her throne, crossing her elegant legs, and staring directly at Harry, her expression revealing just how pleased she was.

"As usual, the credits are in your account. I was feeling generous, so I added an extra bonus, along with a quarian pet for the Noctis. Her credentials are impeccable. I'm certain she'll know how to take good care of your boys," she declared with a giggle, referring to Prongs and Padfoot, who had taken defensive positions at the entrances.

Harry merely chuckled as his mask slowly retracted into his hood, revealing the face he had possessed since his youth. He was 204 years old, and yet he still looked as though he were twenty-five.

And then Harry spoke.

"Her credentials are excellent. I'll introduce myself and put her in charge of maintaining the Noctis's robotics bay. I intend to spend a week on the station before leaving, take a breather, and enjoy your credits, or Taliana's attentions," the bounty hunter remarked with amusement, grimacing in disgust as a purebred varren was brought forward while Daedalus was forced onto his hands and knees.

"For fuck's sake, Aria, is this really necessary? I came here wanting to fuck my favorite asari, and you put this in front of me?" Harry demanded in disgust as he watched Daedalus trembling.

The Queen of Omega regarded him with a raised eyebrow and, to his complete lack of surprise, focused upon the least important part of his sentence.

"Your favorite asari? I would have thought that after everything we've done between the sheets and in business, your favorite asari would be me, Harry," she declared in that possessive, flirtatious tone she regularly used with him, something unsurprising considering their complicated relationship.

Aria craved control. It was all she had ever known, and the fact that she could never control Harry drove her equally mad with frustration and desire.

She couldn't dominate him through force, and she had attempted to use pleasure, only to discover that Harry cheated in bed as well. A heightened-sensitivity charm here, a mild electrical discharge against the Queen of Omega's nipples there, and magic applied directly to the tip of his cock while buried inside the asari's tight depths…

And the powerful matriarch transformed into a submissive bitch desperate for sex, at least during the carnal act, of course.

"Taliana is much more flexible, but you have your charms, darling," Harry replied with amusement, laughing heartily as he watched Aria's eyebrow twitch with fury and respect.

Nobody but Harry could speak to her like that, because, curiously enough, Aria knew she could trust him.

Harry was loyal to his inner circle, and fortunately for the Queen, she belonged to that privileged group.

Aria was preparing to answer, undoubtedly with some sarcastic or inappropriate remark, but before that could happen, a familiar feminine voice rang out.

"Harry!" Followed by the sound of heeled boots moving at a fast walk or a slow run, depending on whom you asked, heading toward them.

The dangerous bounty hunter turned his attention toward the source of the voice, finding himself face-to-face with the luscious, sinful feminine silhouette belonging to Taliana.

Oh, sweet Taliana, dressed in those red synthetic latex outfits, with high-heeled boots and displaying more skin than should legally be permitted. The blue of her soft asari skin contrasted beautifully with the red fabric, a delight to his eyes, and the way she swayed and walked toward him caused heat to begin rising within him.

Without invitation, the asari dancer settled upon his lap before giving him a sensual and frankly filthy kiss upon the lips, a gesture charged with need, desire, and an almost savage urge to feel every part of Harry's body.

Aria merely laughed. Bray remained impassive, with the exception of an amused snort, while the Queen of Omega's most trusted guards, accustomed to the spectacles involving Harry, Taliana, and Aria, barely even blinked.

"Have you been good?" Harry asked with amusement, already knowing the answer.

Aria snorted with amusement, taking a long drink of that Thessian brandy, while Taliana nodded rapidly.

"Aye, I have. Two days ago, a salarian tried to touch me. The idiot didn't understand that I belong to you, and Hagrid ripped his head off," she declared with obvious amusement, causing Harry to nod approvingly while Bray muttered to himself.

"I still can't believe he named that fucking death droid that."

Harry snorted at the batarian's words before focusing once again upon Taliana, now gently caressing her legs and taking a sip of the delicious whiskey his asari had poured for him.

"Good girl," Harry declared with a masculine chuckle, causing the dancer to giggle softly, while Aria approached them both, leaning toward Harry, her intentions more than obvious considering that the Queen's mischievous hand was gently caressing the bounty hunter's thigh.

"There's a new job, Harry. The pay is good. Very good. It's from the Shadow Broker. He specifically requested you. Two million credits," Aria declared calmly, causing Taliana, Harry, and the surrounding guards to fall silent, although for different reasons.

The guards were stunned by the ridiculous amount of credits, something Harry genuinely didn't care about, considering how obscenely wealthy he was thanks to the investments he had made in his youth. But what caught the hunter's attention was curiosity.

"Who the fuck pissed off the Broker enough to make him pay my fee?" Harry asked incredulously, while Taliana activated her omni-tool and read the details.

"The Citadel, the Wards… Chora's Den. A dead man walking named Fist," the dancer declared with a frown before looking toward Harry with a pout and answering.

"But you just got back! Are you leaving again?" the bratty asari maiden complained, crossing her arms with a pout and making as though to stand up.

At least until Harry's hand held her in place, much to her obvious satisfaction.

The bounty hunter merely rolled his eyes at his maiden's behavior. He would deal with disciplining her later.

"I suppose you'll accept. It's too much money, and I know you. You want to find out what this man has that's important enough for the Shadow Broker to want him dead," Aria declared smugly, boasting and taking pleasure in how well she knew Harry.

Or rather, Umbra, the deadliest bounty hunter in two galaxies, although Aria only knew about the first, he thought with amusement as he nodded gently.

"Are you leaving again? I bought a special outfit for you! A silk thong from the most exclusive boutique on Thessia! And an Earth body lotion, lavender essence. I wanted to surprise you tonight, my love," Taliana purred, genuine disappointment evident in her voice.

Harry gently caressed Taliana's face, while Aria had moved her hand upward and was now stroking Harry's stomach, occasionally brushing against his manhood.

"If we start now… you can leave and reach the Citadel aboard that beautiful ship of yours with plenty of time to spare. I'm absolutely ravenous for that cock of yours myself. You've spoiled me far too much," Aria declared as usual, her voice remaining commanding even when she was asking to be fucked.

Harry merely snorted, caressed Taliana's backside and Aria's thigh, before turning toward Bray and speaking.

"Bray, take care of everything. We'll be busy," Harry declared, and without waiting for an answer, he vanished on the spot with the two asari.

He had… a long night ahead of him, and although Umbra wanted to spend entire days between the sheets with Taliana and Aria, something told him he needed to be present on the Citadel, that something important was about to happen.

He would find out soon enough.

Tali'Zorah, The Following Day, Docking Bay – Omega.

"Yes, Father, I'm on Omega. I've secured a private robotics contract. The pay is good, and perhaps I'll be able to obtain some parts for the fleet," the young quarian declared in her message to her father before saying goodbye and ending the communication, allowing Tali to sigh with relief.

"Oh, finally, a little peace," the quarian muttered to herself after spending two hours speaking with her father. Tali loved her family, there was no doubt about that, but her father was far too overprotective, Admiral Rael of the Quarian Fleet.

The moment Tali told him she was on Omega, her father had been practically one heartbeat away from sending a squad of quarians to retrieve her, and the young woman had spent at least two hours calming him down, assuring him that everything would be fine.

Although even she had begun to have some doubts.

Tali's contract had been clear. She had been assigned as a robotics specialist aboard a ship called the Noctis, and considering that the vessel was docked in Omega's most luxurious berths, its owner was either someone important or wealthy.

Perhaps both.

The situation was good for her. She would soon meet her captain, and with a little luck, Tali might be able to obtain something useful for the fleet. The pay was good, and apparently, someone powerful on Omega had personally selected her for the job.

She would be working with robots, so perhaps she could gain some additional benefit beyond the money she had already earned.

Tali was so lost in thought that when a masculine voice belonging to an unfamiliar human caught her attention, the quarian released a startled squeak before disastrously dropping her toolbox.

"Shit!" Tali exclaimed desperately as she bent down to gather her belongings, growing increasingly embarrassed in the process.

"Oh, by the Ancestors! This can't be happening," the quarian declared in desperation as she crouched to collect her tools, shaking her head.

"No, no, no, it's ruined," Tali declared desperately upon seeing her eezo microsecond meter completely destroyed upon the hangar floor.

"Oh, my boss is going to kill me," Tali muttered in despair, beginning to rub her hands together, a nervous habit that, according to her father, she had inherited from her mother.

"I'm certain he won't consider it particularly important," that voice declared again, the very same one that had startled Tali and caused her to drop her precious tools. The quarian frowned, although naturally nothing could be seen beneath her helmet, before turning around and staring directly toward the source of the voice.

"YOU! You're the one who…" However, Tali's complaint died upon her lips, replaced by a squeak of embarrassment as she found herself facing the imposing figure standing before her.

A familiar figure, one that anyone who had spent more than a couple of days on Omega would recognize instantly.

"Umbra," the quarian squeaked in an extraordinarily high-pitched and pathetic voice, her body beginning to tremble involuntarily as Tali cursed her own stupidity.

Of course. It had to be her damned luck. Of all the people she could have encountered, it had to be the most dangerous bounty hunter in the fucking galaxy, the one who never failed, the one who always found his prey.

The one even krogan warlords and asari matriarchs with centuries of experience feared.

"That's me," he replied with a gentle nod, causing Tali to wish a hole would open in the station and swallow her whole. But before she could kneel and apologize, the imposing man spoke.

"And you're Tali'Zorah, my new robotics specialist aboard the Noctis. A six-month contract, correct?" he asked while activating his omni-tool, and Tali could only watch in a daze as her photograph and personal information appeared upon the bounty hunter's wrist.

"Umm… Umm…" she stammered with difficulty, unable to find the words. Tali was experiencing the greatest embarrassment and fear of her entire life, but before she could say anything, a pair of unfamiliar droids approached the spaceport dock.

"Master Umbra, the Noctis has been refueled and is ready for departure. Requesting instructions."

"Keelah," Tali whispered in astonishment, her fear overcome by the technological prodigy before her. The young quarian began analyzing every component of the imposing constructs in extraordinary detail.

They were… large, larger than ordinary drones, measuring at least two meters in height, with slender but evidently powerful bodies, perfectly articulated. Black metallic plates covered the key points of both chassis, and their heads were small and rectangular, with a horizontal green sensor that seemed to stare straight through Tali.

They were… the most sophisticated machines Tali had ever seen, and something told her they were extraordinarily lethal and expensive.

Umbra regarded them indifferently before answering.

"Perfect. Prongs and Padfoot, this is Tali, the new specialist responsible for repairing and optimizing your hardware from now on. Grade One Administrator Assignment," Umbra declared, causing the visors to change from green to blue.

"Understood. New administrator assignment: Tali'Zorah, Noctis Robotics Bay. Rewriting protocol," the mechanical voices declared before turning toward the overwhelmed quarian.

"Assignment accepted. Administrator Tali, requesting instructions," they both declared, looking at her expectantly, causing the young quarian to begin stammering, blushing as she noticed Umbra watching her with his arms crossed.

"I need… I need to go to the robotics bay to begin running scans. I… take me to the robotics bay," she ordered more firmly, causing both titans to emit a series of strange chirps before beginning to walk toward the Noctis's magnetic ramp. Their footsteps were slow and heavy, echoing in perfect synchronization against the station's cold floor.

Tali gasped when she felt the bounty hunter's hand upon her shoulder. He looked down at her from beneath his terrifying helmet and spoke.

"Welcome aboard." He nodded before beginning to ascend toward the ship. Tali took a deep breath and followed him, excited about what would undoubtedly be the most interesting job of her entire life.

She wasn't wrong.

Before boarding, the quarian gave the beautiful ship one final look from the outside. She had never seen a vessel like it. At first glance, it resembled an assault corvette approximately sixty meters long, small and most likely quite fast, with an elongated hull made from an unfamiliar black alloy, judging by the negative results returned by her omni-tool. It possessed overlapping modular armor so absurdly advanced that Tali had only seen anything comparable aboard experimental Alliance vessels, along with a surprisingly compact engine arrangement. In her opinion, the engines were far too small to move a ship like this, but she supposed Umbra knew his own vessel well enough.

However, the longer she studied it, the less sense its design made. The energy conduits emitted a faint emerald glow when they should have been blue, the color of eezo, but she couldn't identify their power sources. Nor could she find the thermal dissipators a ship of such power should require. The retractable turrets, sensors, and landing gear appeared to be conventional technology, albeit extraordinarily sophisticated. But there was something else, something Tali's instruments simply couldn't detect.

"What the fuck is this ship?" she muttered to herself, her eyes widening dramatically the moment the Noctis activated its engines, allowing her to calculate the energy it was producing.

And the longer she stared at her meter, the more astonished the young quarian became…

"BY THE ANCESTORS!!! What is this?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling as she watched the Noctis, a vessel barely sixty meters long, begin producing 150 terawatts of power, the same amount of energy as a human battlecruiser!

Tali swallowed nervously before hurrying aboard the ship. She had… she had to study it thoroughly. This technology was… completely unlike anything she had ever seen before.

She would fulfill her contract, earn money, and learn extraordinary things aboard Umbra's ship. This was a golden opportunity, and nothing could possibly ruin it.

Right?

And then the captain spoke through the ship's communication systems.

"Tali, prepare the boys for combat. We're going to the Citadel," Umbra declared before ending the transmission. Tali nodded to herself and headed toward the robotics bay.

There was much to do.

Jane Shepard, Outside Chora's Den – The Citadel.

"Come on! Fist will have to tell us where the quarian is!" the red-haired woman declared as she and her squad headed toward the fucking club.

Jane commanded both Alenko and Williams, while C-Sec officer Garrus and the krogan Wrex followed behind them, chatting casually.

"Gunfights are common around here. The Wards can get pretty wild these days," the turian remarked, causing Wrex to growl before answering.

"This isn't wild, turian. This is a Tuchanka playground," the krogan declared as they reached the walkway leading toward the club, where they noticed something rather strange.

The place was littered with corpses… smoking corpses, with enormous holes in their bodies and some kind of… emerald-colored internal burns.

Meanwhile, some of the bodies, much to Jane's surprise, had broken necks and limbs. It was unlike anything Jane had ever seen before.

"What the fuck happened here? What kind of weapon can do this?" Kaidan asked himself in astonishment, while Garrus shook his head.

"I… I don't know any weapon capable of inflicting this kind of damage," he replied quietly, and the realization that something capable of doing this existed… terrified him.

Ashley merely frowned, just as confused as Jane, Kaidan, and Garrus. However, fortunately for the group, Wrex stepped forward, examining the wounds with a frown, looking more serious than Jane had ever seen him before. And then…

The krogan laughed.

"HAHAHAHAHA! THAT DAMNED OLD VARREN!" the bounty hunter exclaimed with more amusement than Jane had ever seen him display, surprising everyone else, who regarded him with interest.

"You recognize these shots?" Garrus asked, causing the krogan to nod.

"Of course I do. This is Tenebris's work, Umbra's weapon. Crazy fucking bastard, he beat me to the prey," Wrex growled, while, to the entire group's disbelief, he simply holstered his shotgun and walked calmly into the club.

"What the hell are you doing? This is an active firefight zone," Garrus declared as he followed him, with the rest of the group close behind.

In the end, Wrex merely shrugged and answered.

"There's no more firefight. If Umbra's here, Fist is already dead. That idiot must have really pissed off the Shadow Broker for him to pay Umbra's fee," the old krogan declared, shaking his head.

Jane glanced at her team as they entered the club, finding themselves confronted with a scene… difficult to believe.

"By the Spirits," Garrus whispered, observing how Fist's men, humans, salarians, and turians, lay dead all around them, every one of them bearing the same precise wounds as before.

One shot to the head. No hesitation, no negotiation.

"This Tenebris must be one nasty girl to have that much penetration power. A specialized marksman rifle, perhaps? Something this Umbra might be interested in selling?" Garrus remarked, practically salivating at the thought of a weapon capable of punching through a krogan's skull.

Wrex growled and answered.

"No. A custom energy revolver. That fucking weapon has saved my ass a couple of times. I want one too, but Umbra's possessive of his toys," Wrex growled as the group walked toward the rear of the club, just as they encountered a pair of unfamiliar droids, enormous and frankly terrifying, lifting an adult krogan as though he were a fucking varren pup.

The entire group raised their weapons, with the exception of Wrex, who calmly approached the imposing colossi, even taller than himself, and spoke.

"Prongs, Padfoot! Where's that grumpy old bastard?" he demanded familiarly, much to the disbelief of the rest of the group.

Jane watched as the robots' green visors rapidly changed color before settling on blue, and then they answered.

"Master Umbra is inside, settling accounts regarding Administrator Tali's location," the mechanical being declared, just as, from behind that door, came what Jane could only describe as the sound of a small ship's cannon firing.

BOOOOOM!

The sound was so thunderous that the three humans and Garrus instinctively ducked, expecting some kind of attack or something similar.

"What the fuck was that?" Garrus demanded, his mandibles trembling and his eyes wide with surprise. At that precise moment, the door to Fist's office opened, and the former owner's body came flying out, a single gunshot wound in the center of his forehead.

And the architect…

"Shit," Ashley muttered, swallowing nervously as the entire group stared at the imposing black-cloaked figure. In his hand… rested the infamous Tenebris, a strange but evidently powerful weapon, some kind of silver cylinder with an emerald barrel. Strange modules appeared to… float around the barrel, making absolutely no sense to the red-haired soldier.

"Orders, Commander?" Ashley asked, although the hesitation in her voice made it clear she had no desire to fight the individual responsible for this massacre.

And Jane agreed. The situation could go to shit very quickly, so she needed to think of something.

And fast.