Chapter 2: The Right Thing
(Samara and Jacob)
Samara walked at a steady pace through the markets, drinking in all of the sights and sounds of Zakera Ward. She could almost sense the crime and villainy here but also an underlying feeling of hope. She stepped into one shop to admire a particularly fetching asari head-dress.
Jacob, meanwhile, was not so tranquil. He had never really spoken to Samara before and had no idea what to say to her. He pretended to be interested in something he was fairly certain was a turian condom while he thought of something.
Eventually, he came up with, "So, how are you doing?". He mentally shot himself in the foot for that one.
"I am well. Thank you for asking, Jacob." Samara answered, not taking her eyes of the head-dress. Jacob couldn't tell whether she was finding the situation uncomfortable or not. In fact, he couldn't tell anything from her face or body language. She could be anything from constipated to ecstatic.
Samara's belly growled lightly in protest as she scanned around the shop, looking at everything. She had politely accepted one of Kasumi's "home-made surprise" sandwiches the night before and her insides had been doing somersaults ever since. She didn't really know what to say to Jacob. She didn't know whether asking a human how their daily bowel movements were going was rude or not. Although the last human she had asked that to had given her a very odd look, so she thought it best to avoid the subject.
Samara glanced down a nearby alleyway and saw the flash of a gun. She tapped Jacob on the shoulder and he looked up from staring at his boots. There were rushing footsteps and the faint blast of a pistol.
"Probably a gang war. Don't get involved." mumbled Jacob, yawning in boredom.
"As a justicar, I am sworn to help the innocent. We must hurry!"
Samara sprinted off down the alleyway, with Jacob reluctantly close behind. They turned towards the direction of the shouting and saw two armed thugs who had cornered two others. Samara and Jacob couldn't make them out, due to the poor lighting.
The thugs turned around when they heard them and pointed their pistols at them. Before Jacob could use his biotics, there was a flash of blue from next to him and gunfire ricocheted off the walls. He thought he heard someone yell at someone else to run but he couldn't be sure.
And then the two thugs were on the floor, whimpering. Samara snapped their guns in half and strode off, with Jacob in tow.
"That was...uh...pretty...good, Samara." said Jacob, still amazed at her biotic display.
"I appreciate the compliment, Jacob. Now, I wish to return to that shop we were visiting. I think I deserve a treat."