I was trying on my armor and putting my gun together (both were cheap, standard issue things that wouldn't help me much) when someone came in. It was a girl, and though she was in a dress, she didn't seem like she was the kind of girl to wear a dress. She had a bob (or something like it: human styles were confusing to me, even if I liked them), and her hair was dark-brown, nearly black. She had pretty blue eyes.
"I'm Abigail. Call me Abbey, as in Abbey Road." She said, shutting the door behind her.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I'm here to save your life, Travis. Zaeed will be here any minute." Abbey said, and I jumped up from my chair at the dinner table.
"How do you know? What if you're working for him?" I asked, aiming my Assault Rifle at her.
"Zaeed is good at his job. He wouldn't need my help." Abbey said, and quickly turned when Sara walked in.
"Is this your-" Sara began, but Zaeed came out of nowhere and hit her down, shooting at us when Sara was out of the way. Abbey took me by the talon and led me out the back way, taking the stairs down rather than the elevator.
"Why are you protecting me?" I asked.
"Why are you complaining?" Abbey asked, firing up the stairwell at Zaeed. "He's old as dirt. How can he take stairs this fast?" Abbey jumped down the stairwell, catching a ledge two stories down. "I'll catch you!"
"Oh hell!" I yelled, jumping down the stairwell. She caught me, but was surprised as I swung into the story under her. She let go, and soon she was the falling one. I grabbed her by her wrist, and carried her in my hands when I noticed she had hurt her ankle. When we got through the door on the bottom floor, I burned the circuit.
"Go to my ship, the Rat-Catcher." Abbey said. Everyone in the lobby was looking us, so I, on instinct, said something to explain a little bit.
"My wife needs a doctor. She fell down the stairs." I said, my mandibles moving in embarrassment.
"What the hell was that?" Abbey whispered.
"Everyone was looking at us, and I wasn't going to say 'a merc is here to kill us, and you, if you get in the way.'" I said, helping her into her ship, then getting in myself.
"Get us the hell out of here." Abbey said as the doctor started fixing up her leg.
"You haven't answered why you're helping me." I said, leaning on the wall opposite to her.
"Why do you care?" Abbey asked.
"I'd like to know." I said.
"Why?" Abbey asked.
"I could use that old saw 'knowledge is power', if you really want me to." I said.
Abbey sighed. "You knew my brother, and the guy who wants you dead killed my brother. He, apparently, is going to kill you because of some stupid grudge he has against you for the First Contact War."
"I was born years after First Contact." I said.
"Well, he apparently doesn't know, care, or my sources are wrong. In any case, he wants you dead." Abbey said. I nodded, and went off to find a place to rest.