Shepard didn't have much time. In fact, he didn't have any. What he did have, however, was directions. And one less bullet than he could, thanks to Wrex. He'd have to remind the old Krogan to- shit, what was he thinking, he had to find that Quarian! Shepard sped out of Chora's Den, turning left, and left again, this time through a doorway. He ran through another door, immediately turning left, and finally spotting the Quarian. She was with a Turian, and two armored Salarians.
"Did you bring it?"
"Where's the Shadow Broker?" asked the girl. "Where's Fist?"
"They'll be here," said the Turian, placing a hand on the Quarian's masked cheek. "Where's the evidence?"
"No way," said the girl, slapping the Turian's arm. "The deal's off."
The Turian shook his head as the Salarians drew their SMGs.
Bang
Bang
Bang
Shepard's pistol had a fine trail of smoke coming from the barrel, the girl's attackers falling to the ground, dead. John holstered his weapon, walking over to the Quarian.
"Fist set me up! I knew I couldn't trust him."
"Then don't go into the dark alleyway with strange men."
"I could say the same about you."
"Well I did just save your sorry ass…"
"I can take care of myself."
"Obviously."
"I still appreciate the help. Who are you?"
"The name's Shepard. I heard you had information on Saren?"
"I do; and, it seems, a chance to repay you. But not here, we need to show this to someone who can use it."
"I'm planning to hunt Saren down."
"I meant someone with political power."
"Shit."
"You hate politicians too?"
Shepard flashed a smile.
"Listen," began the Quarian. "If you're going after Saren, you must have a ship and… well I'm good with tech and you did just save me so… could I join you?"
"Well, Batarians aren't very good with tech, 'least not the ones I know… Welcome aboard."
"You work with Batarians?"
"I'll explain later. Say, I never caught your name."
"Tali'Zorah nar Rayya."
"John Shepard."