Kisa paced her room, spinning a chair mid-air with her biotics. It was a habit that she picked up when she was younger. Her friends knew to stay away from her when she started to spin a chair.

Three days had passed since Lone Wolf (that's what most of the hospital staff had referred to him as) woke up. He had immediately paid for the services that he had received (retrieved from his broken omni-tool), and asked for a place where he could stay for a couple of days. By then, Nevos security forces had him under a house arrest for "Suspicious loitering" and "Inappropriate behaviour on board a dangerous vehicle", so the hospital re-fitted one of the staff residents for him.

Kisa understood reason for the arrest – they simply didn't know who he was or what he wanted. Although he cooperated well with the authorities, he refused to give any piece of information about him. Not even a name (the authorities suspected that "L. Jackson" was his name, but there were so many humans under that name that they gave up). The fact that he arrived in a damaged gunship (fitted with top quality anti-personnel machine guns and a dazzling assortment of missiles) didn't help either.

And he drinks eezo. Kisa added.

She didn't understand was why she was assigned to watch over him. She wasn't part of the security force – the only reason why she was chosen was because she was the first person to speak to him after he woke. Maybe they were afraid? Or maybe they still didn't trust her history?

Kisa wasn't complaining about the person: Wolf was a nice person. She was just afraid about his actions.

Why would anybody drink eezo? How is it possible that he is still alive? Kisa had checked Wolf's blood readings, his breath test and even his excrement readings – no eezo. Other than the fact that he suddenly gained biotic abilities, nothing had changed. In her nearly 400 years of life, she could not recall any living being consuming eezo. That really scared her.

Perhaps I was wrong. Kisa reasoned, as she left the room. Perhaps I should just ask him.

She was afraid to ask.

…

Jackson wasn't stupid. He knew that every movement he made was being monitored. Everything he did with the omni-tool was being recorded. So he stayed put, acting as if he was a bounty hunter. He couldn't reveal to anybody who he truly was.

He did, however, searched for his team's name. Not on the extranet, but on the Systems Alliance casualties list. Although he and his team weren't part of the Alliance, if they were killed, then they would be honoured as an Alliance soldier.

They better. Jackson thought grimly. He pressed enter.

No Data Available

He sighed in relief. Perhaps some others had made it out alive.

He flipped to the Most Wanted Criminals list, continuing his act as a soldier of fortune. His eyes rolled across various subjects; human, batarian, batarian, Turian, human, human, human, asari…

He heard a knock on his door.

He wasn't sure if he should grab his guns. He had fixed most of them already thanks to all the expensive equipment that he had bought. He was surprised that a tourist planet like Nevos had such interest in weapons technology, but he wasn't arguing. His armour was mostly functional, and he had also managed to buy some liquid eezo.

Should I grab the gun? If it's the enemy, then I shouldn't need the gun to kill them. If it's a friend, then having a gun sends the wrong message. But having a gun also sends the message of "I'm a badass mercenary, so piss off" message. Jackson thought, rather pointlessly. He was already walking over to the door, his body having made the decision.

The door opened, and the asari nurse smiled nervously at him.

A friend. A poor, nervous and shocked friend.

"Hello" Jackson said. "You don't need to check on me every hour. The cameras should be doing that." He pointed at five cameras that was on the ceiling. He knew that only one of them was real. He also knew that there were seven more scattered around the residence, well hidden, but not "well-hidden" enough.

"Hello. Yes, well, I had come to ask you something." Kisa replied

Is this about eezo? It's about that eezo bottle, isn't it? If she starts to ask me that in here I'll-

"About that... thing that you had-."

Kisa realised that her mouth could no longer move. She could not open it at all; as if a pair of invisible hands were grabbing it. She looked wide-eyed at Lone Wolf, whose eyes seemed to be saying "Shut up! Please!" in the most subtle way possible. Kisa had lived long enough to receive the cue, so she coughed.

Jackson released her. At least she's fast to notice things.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, it's fine." Kisa said. "I might need some fresh air though."

She's pretty smart, too.

"Let's go out together. I wouldn't mind seeing Nevos' famous moons."

…

As soon as they reached the observatory at the top of the building, Jackson scanned the whole area. The sky was already dark, and moons were only just starting to rise. The hospital curved snugly into the fold of the mountain. It was small and yet brightly lit, though the platform they were standing on was in the comfortable shadows. It overlooked the city, which shone in thousands of colours. The view was beautiful.

Jackson didn't sense any machines nearby. They were safe here.

"Yes, I did drink eezo." Jackson said without waiting for her to ask. "Don't worry, it's a usual thing for me. Just… don't ask further." Jackson trusted the asari in front of him, but he didn't know why. It was a stupid thing to do – to trust someone blindly. But he didn't argue with his gut feelings.

She also reminded him of an old feeling he had vowed to forget.

The asari walked over to the railing, and stood silently. Even in the dark, Jackson could see that she was scared. He joined her at the balcony, leaning out towards the city. He enjoyed the view. The moons were starting to rise to their full majesty.

"What is your name? I forgot to ask." Jackson asked casually. The asari looked at him with a small smile.

"You're asking the very question that everyone else has been asking about you."

"Well, an eezo-drinking human is obviously up to no good, isn't he? Not giving a name shouldn't be a surprise to you." Jackson replied playfully.

"I guess you have a point." She sighed. "My name is Kisa." There was a brief pause.

"My name is Jackson."

Kisa stared at him, surprised at his reply. She didn't expect the answer to come so easily. She realised that this man trusted her, at least a little bit.

"Thank you."

"For a name?"

"For your trust."

Jackson smiled. This asari … Kisa, was really smart. He guessed that living for hundreds of years had something to do with it. He wasn't sure about her age, but she was at least two hundred years old. He looked out towards the city. If she was this smart, then maybe he could...

He stopped. He knew that he was making up excuses.

"Everyone else calls you Lone Wolf."

Jackson burst into laughter. A quiet, but a hearty laugh. Lone Wolf was a nickname he was quite familiar with. He didn't like going into a mission with a team, since he normally got himself into situations where only he would survive. Every time, no matter how hard he tried, he was the sole survivor. Hence the nickname, Lone Wolf.

He stopped laughing when he realised that his crew might be all dead. Two weeks ago, he had allowed his 'Lone Wolf' style to loosen up, just for the mission. Now, because of that, everyone else was dead. He knew it wasn't his fault. He knew this was grief, loss, sadness. It was something familiar.

But he didn't care. He wanted to feel guilty.

Kisa sensed his distress. It was clear that he was remembering a troubled past, something to do with 'Lone Wolf'.

"That sounds… fitting." Jackson replied. "Come on, let's go in. You've stopped coughing." He smiled at her. She wasn't fooled. She wanted to help this human. Helping people was what she was good at.

"Are you really okay?"

Jackson didn't reply, and walked towards the entrance. Kisa looked at him with a worried expression. A cold wind blew over from the mountain, making her shiver for a brief moment. She followed Jackson back into the hospital.

…

"We have him, ma'am!"

"Are you sure?"

"Positive, ma'am! He searched for his team on the Alliance casualty list!"

"Where is he?"

"On Nevos ma'am, Matra Hospital!"

"Right! There's finally some freaking use in spending all that money on you! Plot a course to Nevos and call the boss! We need him alive! Make sure everyone is ready!"