Chapter 52
With that piece of old world trash on your arm.. Why, we might as well be kin. ...God
Suit Up
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Shepard strapped on the buckles to the security armour, finally letting out a breath of relief as the familiar feeling of padded protection layered on her body.
Behind her vault girl carefully rolled up the discarded jumpsuit to be added to her collection.
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Writing on the walls
Vault girl took a long swallow before capping and tossing the half empty bottle of dirty water to Shepard who snatched it out of the air and gulped down a greedy mouthful. Pausing mid chug, Shepard's face took on a disgusted expression as she forced the liquid down her throught.
'That is disgusting.' She spoke, nauseated as the vault dweller shrugged back in reply.
'Share and share alike.' She replied.
'It's not clever if your stealing from graffiti.' Shepard accused.
Vault girl scowled at her.
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I don't have a problem!
Vault girl pulled her torso out of the fallen garbage bin. She thrust the roll of duct tape clenched in her hands above her head triumphantly.
Behind her Shepard twitched.
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Villa Rooftops
'Get down from there!' Shepard yelled at the vault dweller from the lower streets.
She yelped in shock as a laser pistol descended from above, narrowly missing as vault girl laughed from the upper floor of the villa.
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Shepard narrowed her eyes at the gun.
'Lasers are restricted.' She complained absently. Watching vault girl out of the corner of her eye.
The blue haired girl busy looking through an oddly convenient box of laser ammo.
'Why is she so easy about this.' Shepard worried to herself.
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Vault girl blinked as she pulled a playing card from underneath a couch.
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Old world gourmet.
Vault girl raised an eyebrow at the commander who blushed as she realized she was stuffing her face with a box of junk food.
'What? I'm hungry.' She defended herself.
Vault girl grinned back as she took another shot from her bottle of whisky.
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Shepard shrieked as the hideously deformed roach latched on to her leg. She frantically shook it as the radroach clung on desperately and vault girl laughed hysterically in the background.
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'I'm not eating that.' Shepard vowed in disgust. Her stomach churning as she watched the vault dweller munch on a handful of roach meat as they walked.
Shepard stomach began it's slow rebellion. Rumbling as they walked.
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Shepard's stomach was in full revolt, hunger pains sweeping through her body as she jealously watched the vault dweller swallow a devilled egg whole.
'How does she eat that?' She thought in despair as her companion swallowed another prewar egg.
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Shepard pounded at the vending machine with her enhanced fists. The metal of the machine holding strong against her assault. 'I'm hungry!' she shouted, smacking the machine one last time before giving up with a huff as she spotted a chip slot next to the glowing display.
The clinking of coins filled the air as vault girl nonchalantly tossed a bag of casino chips in her hands.
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Normandy II
Kasumi krept along the side off the mess hall. Whirling vapours leaving a trail where the cloaked thief would normally be undetectable.
A loud noise behind her.
Startled, kasumi looked back to find a hazard suited figure glaring at her with glowing eyes, a spear clenched between it's gloved fingers.
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Garrus sniped another figure barrelling down the short hall leading to the gunnery room.
One exit, a narrow path, a group of armed thugs out to kill him. Deja vu.
The sniper growled deep in his throat as he shot the gas tank the figure clutched in it's fist. The small explosion tearing it to pieces.
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The hard part is letting go.
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A/N Tune in next time for another episode of Vault Girl!
