Chapter 1 Rescuing Garrus Part 1

"Mister Archangel I presume?"

Archangel waved a hand dismissively as he lined up his scope, taking a shot at a random mercenary hiding behind a pillar with his sniper rifle. Assured no more targets were left standing on the bridge the blue armoured turian stood from his kneeling position and one handily removed his helmet. With a confident grace he moved to a crate placed between himself and the commander taking to lounging upon it as he dangled his rifle almost pornographically between his thighs.

"Shepard. I thought you were dead."

"Mister Vakarian? Is that really you?" Shepard rubbed her chin in quiet contemplation. "Well if it isn't my old pal, Garrus! What hideous indecency brings you to such a ghastly place, pray tell?"

"Just keeping my skills sharp. A little target practice."

"Ah, a little safari tour of the underworld?" She tapped her nose knowingly. "How are you holding up, old chap?"

"Been better, but it sure is good to see a friendly face. Killing mercs is hard work." Garrus sighed like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. "Especially on my own."

"Good thing I stumbled upon your lair when I did then." She nodded decisively. "I've been rather looking forward to a good old fashion brawl since speaking to that repulsive Mister Illusive. But where are my manners? Shouldn't we have a spot of tea first? It won't be easy getting out of this heathen place."

"No, it won't. That bridge has saved my life… funnelling all those witless idiots into scope. But it works both ways. They'll slaughter us f we try to get out that way."

"So we just sit here and wait for them to take us out?" Miranda chimed in.

"It's not all that bad. This place has held them off so far. And with the three of you…" Garrus rose from his perch and began wandering around the room aimlessly. "I suggest we hold this location, wait for a crack in their defences, and take our chance. It's not a perfect plan, but it's a plan."

"Well, I'm sure if we put our backs into it we can make a jolly good day of it." Shepard stepped closer to the turian, rubbing her chin with eager contemplation. "Though I am afraid those chaps down there won't be feeling particularly merry in the morning, if you catch my meaning."

"You're right. Their numbers won't help them in here, anyway. Let's see what they're up to…" Garrus moved to the window and began spying on the enemy through his rifle. "Hmm… looks like they know their infiltration team failed. Take a look. Scouts. Eclipse I think."

Shepard took the preoffered sniper rifle and stared down the lens. It took her a few seconds to line up a target that wasn't wall or wallish in appearance but finally she spotted the 'scouts' hopping over a make shift barricade and onto the bridge.

"Well bugger me sideways and call my mother a cucumber sandwich… are those tin men? " She took a shot scoring a direct hit. "Whoops, my finger must have slipped. I do hope that little fellows alright."

"Indeed. We better get ready." Garrus took back his precious rifle. "I'll stay up here. I can do a lot of damage from this vantage point. You… you can do what you do best. Just like old times, Shepard."

"Ah, yes. And in the spirit of old times, be a good fellow Vakarian and stick the kettle on for when we get back." Shepard made her way to the door, unsheathing her weapon of choice. "Tallyho boys! Oh, dreadfully sorry. You to Miranda. Tallyhoing that is."