The pale tinge of blue danced over every inch of the warehouse as the holo-vid displayed the tussle between his informant and the fed. Digits imprisoned in red and white leather steepeled together before the bridge of his nose while he made a calculated summary of the incident while keeping silent on the matter within in his throne room. There was displeasure in the furrowed brows, while the body of Ben Trasker became evidently incapacitated. He wasn't the issue - he was merely serving as bait it seemed to the rest of the G.I.A. The energy vampire had been too distracted with the single officer to secure his warehouse, and keep the scent of the federal agents off his trail. Forty thousands units were not up for grabs within the confines of the warehouse. His mood had soured considerably that the combination of his droid forces and the vampire's prowess did not succeed in moving the battle elsewhere. Though despite the current state of affairs, he wasn't as angry with his informant as he was with this one perceptive and now damaged agent. There had been enough recordings of the various camera feeds to get several up close and personal looks at the man's face and badge. He had a badge number, a face, and now all he would need was a name - if he survived.
"Mah sister, best beat feet when the getting's good. The operation is compromised, but you're still on the payroll. I'll see you're compensated for your diligence and tight lips." Blitz said, giving her commlink a buzz while he went into damage control mode. With a heavy sigh full of product escaping his mouth, Blitz accessed his datapad, and typed in a code that every fiber of his being was against. The resulting communication went to the warehouse, and every durasteel crate padlocked with similar technology lit up for a few seconds. The red hue of each access pad blinked three times and then the entirety of each locked box was instantly incinerated as a contingency plan. Down to the very trace fibers, everything was made into instant ash. He'd just taken a sizable deduction in his product line, but it wouldn't be able to have a trace back to him now. The droids were already scrubbed, and now there wasn't a single thing to link this warehouse to any kind of illegal operation.
Whoever this unnamed agent was, Blitz was interested enough to put out his feelers among the Black Sun community, and hire a slicer or two to track his face and name off of the G.I.A. records list. If the man did survive he was already dead - he just didn't know it yet. Blitz however didn't stop at one man, he would make an example of Trasker - with all known associates, family, friends. He'd go as far as to kill the man's pets if it would make an example be known. For now though, he had to deal with the setback, and wait on proper intel to filter down the line. This frustration called for another deathstick as he killed the holofeed, and disabled all cameras within the warehouse as well.
[member="Sawa Ike"] | [member="Ben Trasker"]
