Vacation: (between me2 and me3):
"I am surprise you managed to keep up with me." Shepard said, keeping one foot on the petal of the bike and the other one firmly planted on the ground.
"Trust me. It's a lot easier to keep up with you running, than trying to work one of those contraptions." Garrus reply was muffled slightly as he leaned over and stretched his legs to keep them from cramping. Straightening back up he continued, "beside, back when we were still hunting with our claws and spears, we would run our pray down."
"And the fact that I stopped at most of the information markers sure didn't hurt." Shepard smirked.
"Well they where interesting I am glad that you did." Garrus smiled and look down the street. "It reminds me again that as a people you are a very young race." Garrus shrugged.
"Yeah we have come a long way. Three hundred years ago we where digging silver out of these mountains with nothing more than wooden devices, pick axes, and human spirit." Shepard also looked down the street, which had been persevered to look almost like it had during the silver rush of the 1800's. She ignored the asari tourist snapping pictures of the buildings, and thought about the rags to riches, and for some back to rags stories she had just read.
"The reapers need to die." she snarled. Garrus head snapped around.
"Shep- Jane, were on vacation, short of the reapers actually showing up you are not to think about them."
"I know, but" Shepard waived her hand around taking in the whole town. "this is what make sentient life...Right, the ability to adapt to change, and even to blow ourselves up. Remind me to take you to the WW two and cold war museum, we almost wound up like the Krogan's...a few times. But we should have that choice. Not some Machine." Garrus did not respond, he just watched her, as she took in the area. Finally shaking her head she replied "Sor- hey I smell hamburgers," she sniffed a few times then led him towards one of the restaurants. Garrus just shook his head and followed.
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an:
This is a reference to Leadville, Colorado, and the Mineral Belt Trail. You may not think that a 12.5 mile trail would be hard, but trust me, at over 10,350 feet above see level, you look for the next reason to take a break, and even better when you can read a bit of history along the way.
And the second half of almost all downhill is loads of fun
Something worse than the Reapers? (post me3):
"Remember when we were on the Normandy just before we took out the collectors and I made a comment about how I know you'll get the job done? You said something like 'You actually think we'll find something worse than Collectors and Reapers?'"
"Vaguely. Why bring it up now?" Shepard asked leaning against Garrus basking in his warmth on the cool fall evening. enjoying smell and feel of the cool brezee thur the open windos.
"I found something worse than anything we ever fought."
"Really what?" Shepard cocked her in head worried that he might have had a bad case. But before Garrus could respond the door slammed open. Shepard and Garrus both twitched as four kids came running in. all talking at the same time, Ashley shouting at Lilly. Kadien running around the couch with Ivanhoe, the wolfhound, chasing him and barking excitedly. Mara slamming cabinets open and closed looking for food.
"kids." was Garrus simple response to Shepard question. Shepard laughter filled the house as Mara's voice plaintively cut thru the din
"Mommmmm there nothing to eat!"