"Alright... So that's Jacob done, who's next..."

Today was one of Shepard's visiting days set up by Tali, where the commander's stupidly large group of acquaintances and friends were able to come visit. Garrus would've taken a bullet for any of the people visiting (and had on many an occasion.) but he did wish they could've given him just a moment, he needed to talk with Tali about this Archangel business. It still confused him, who would've taken up the name of some dead vigilante on Omega? With his entire squad dead and nobody knowing the turian behind the helm it just seemed odd, then again, humans were quite fond of emulating "super" heroes themselves. Fictional or not perhaps this was similar, still, he needed to see what was going on.

It did appear, however, that he had a free moment. Now he just had to find Tal-

"Garrus! You goddamn amazing turian bastard, how are you!?"

The spirits really had it in for him today didn't they... Zaeed Massani kicked open the hospital doors Garrus stood aside, dressed in what appeared to be an incredibly worn and slightly burnt orange Hawaiian shirt with two crates under his arms. One labeled as turian brandy, the other some generic human alcohol Garrus couldn't be bothered to recall.

"Massani, I'm fine, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, I was in the neighborhood. Thought you and the gal could use a lil' RnR. Plus I'm bored as shit, business ain't exactly booming at the moment. So whaddya say we pop a couple of these babies open?" he gestured towards the crates, a small grin on his face. Resisting the urge to agree with the bounty hunter Garrus shook his head quickly. "Sorry Massani, I've got other things I need to be doing." Zaeed's grin turned to a frown, as he put down the crates, picking up a bottle of the human alcohol as he did so. "Ok... What stick's up your ass this time?" Garrus chuckled, motioning for Zaeed to follow him. "Well something's come up recently, you remember when you and Shepard picked me up on Omega?"

"How could I forget!" Zaeed guffawed, swiftly chugging the bottle and throwing it indiscriminately over his shoulder as he walked "Oh now that was a fun day, you and me mowing down those Blue Suns bastards! But, yeah, I remember."

"Well in the aftermath the mercs' presumed I was dead, didn't care to correct them, I needed to focus on helping Shepard. But now there's reports of "Archangel" returning. Ruling some planet out in the middle of nowhere." Zaeed raised his eyebrow. "Shit Garrus, sound's like you've got a fan. Well, what are you planning to do? Give the guy your autograph?" Garrus sighed, shaking his head. "Right now I'm not planning to do anything. I owe it to Shepard to stay here, make sure he's ok."

"Shepard? Garrus, I'm pretty sure the galaxy's biggest goddamn hero doesn't need you to make sure he's tucked in alright. Besides isn't his girlfriend already by his side pretty much daily? No, you need to sort this business out, it's not good to leave stuff like that just lying around." Zaeed frowned at his own words then, likely remembering some previous foray that Garrus was almost certain he was going to hear about at some point. "Maybe, maybe not..." Garrus sighed, "Look Massani, I need to talk to Tali about this but... I could use your help on this one."

Zaeed grinned at that, somewhat hampered by the disfigurement on the left side of his face, but a grin all the same. "Thank Christ, I could do with a bit of fun. Don't forget to call Garrus. I'll be at the nearest bar!"


If there was one thing Garrus had to say he was awful at, besides being a model turian citizen, it would've been saying goodbye. It should've been so easy to just tell Tali he was going himself, but then... Would she have thought it was a good idea? Was it a good idea? Spirits knew, and Garrus had resorted to leaving a hastily written note on Shepard's bedside table for her. He felt dirty, but... Something was telling him that he needed to do this. Despite that he couldn't help but wonder if this person hadn't been impersonating him, would he have cared as much? It didn't matter now, he was committed to this. As Zaeed said, he needed to see this through and make sure it was dealt with. Although a little bit more help wouldn't hurt, who else did he know who was skilled and available?

Grunt had gone back to Tuchanka with Wrex and Bakara, to keep the krogan population stable after the war. And if the rumors were true, raising a little Mordin Jr.

Jacob was a family man now and had wisely hung up his gun.

Liara and Javik had gone off together to publish a book, whilst the Shadow Broker took a well-deserved rest after the war.

Vega and Kaidan were now crewing the Normandy, busy with all manner of council matters.

Kasumi... Was invisible somewhere, no point in trying to look her up.

Samara had gone back to Lesuss, to spend a long, long time with her sole surviving daughter.

Jack was still teaching, he'd honestly never understood how that woman had gotten the job but having seen her students abilities up close he couldn't argue with her results.

With everyone else out of the way, it appeared there was a single option remaining, Miranda Lawson. With Cerberus almost completely gone save for a few small remnants here and there, the ex-operative had been staying on earth, quite near to the hospital actually. Time to take a walk. He stepped out of the hospital and into the ramshackle streets of earth, these days it looked more like the ruined plains of Tuchanka than the once great human homeworld. People still roamed these streets, more often with building tools and materials as they patched the ripped up London together. It was like this in every major city on the planet, humans persisted despite all the hardship and death that could've so easily thrown them into oblivion. Just as it would have to be on every planet in the galaxy, Palaven perhaps more than any other. After this Archangel situation was dealt with he swore to himself that he'd go home, just see Dad, Mom, and Solanna again. Spirits, he'd forgotten how much he missed them.

Throughout these musings, his body had almost gone into autopilot, and a few minutes later he'd arrived at some of the makeshift homes set up around what remained of Big Ben. From what he'd last heard this was where Miranda had taken up temporary residence. After questioning a couple of civilians nearby, (and signing one or two autographs) he'd gotten the precise location which he walked over to, pausing at her door before knocking on it 3 times in quick succession. He stood there waiting for a moment, before the door opened slowly, a familiar face poking out from the side.

"Garrus?"