Garrus crouches, resting his thighs against the sharp surface of his spurs. He lets out a long, slow growl. A warning, though there is no-one nearby to hear. The heavy weight of his sniper is familiar and cool in his hands and he savours the burn it causes deep in his muscles. He presses his eye to the sight and surveys the scene. Two buildings, a shuttle. There's not much to look at in this dusty, desolate terrain. Now, he waits.
Before long, he hears her stern voice in his ear, telling him to be ready. He swivels his gun around, searching the rocks to find her. Finally, a flash of bright red hair grabs his attention. She's on her knees, giving instructions to Kasumi and Thane that he can't hear. They nod at her and, as they move into position, fingers curl around triggers. Garrus positions his rifle again, and watches the entrance to the compound. Two Batarians trudge lazily through the door, carrying little but a pistol each. They must have thought they'd never be caught. Garrus smirks, knowing that they were about to get their comeuppance. Inside those buildings, there would be dozens of slaves chained to the walls and floor. She always went out of her way to get the slavers. Just the thought of that numb look on her face when she told him about Mindoir was enough to send shivers through his spine. He flared his mandibles and tightened his hold on the trigger.
Even from this distance, he could feel the static in the air that signalled her flare. With an aura of blue, she holds out her clenched fist and, with a quick motion, a ball of blue flies towards one of the batarians. The slam breaks his neck instantly. The other cries out and runs for cover, his arms over his head. An alarm starts to blare, the sirens wailing their battle cry. The doors flood open, and out files a stream of batarians. He slowly begins to pick them off, enjoying the solid impact of the recoil on his gun. The unorganized slavers have little cover, and Garrus could see the glee in her as she pulls her shotgun close to her chest and flared blue again. It is impossible to track her movement as she charges across the battlefield at an inconceivable pace. He finds her again as she impacts into an enemy, smacking his head against the but of her gun. He takes out those who dare to get close, and watches her twirl the dance of death that is so unique to her. She is a flash of blue energy and strands of red hair. He watches her shot straight into the chest of a batarian and the only thought he has is that she is beautiful.
When all the bodies lie on the floor, she turns towards his direction and grins. He knows it is meant just for him and he grins back, even though she cannot see him. Her face wipes back to the cool, collected expression he is so familiar with, as her team mates join her at the door. They take a second to breathe, and then storm into the building.
He watches his Shepard go to save lives.
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