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"What are you doing here, Spektr!" Maeko saw me and stopped. "Who are you?"
I picked up my beloved Harpoon, carefully checked the rifle, folded it and hung it on the grips.
It was not enough to be left without a weapon.
"Who! You! Such!"
"What answer do you want to hear, Captain?" The Nihlus screeched.
"Who is this woman?" A finger was pointed at me.
"My colleague. The spectr of Irene Shepard."
Maeko choked.
"The spectr? But..."
"We have our own affairs on Noveria, and they do not concern you in any way." The Turian snapped dryly. "Answering your question, we were just protecting our lives from the attack of the Geth, who for some reason ended up in your garage. Answering your question, we were just protecting our lives from the attack of the Geth, who for some reason ended up in your garage. Should I consider this an attack? Nihlus stopped in front of the confused woman, staring hard into her eyes. Or did the board of directors start cooperating with synthetics?"
The captain took a step back from the angry Turian.
"Solve your problems, Captain. And we will solve our own. And maybe we can help you solve yours. Do you have any more questions?"
"No, the Nihlus spectr."
Nihlus immediately turned around and, together with Rex, went to check the garage. But there were no more Geth. Tali and Liara came out from behind the shelter. The Quarian bent over the hunter, the golden interface of the instrumentron unfolded, and our genius engaged in applied evisceration in the field. And I went to the gate, near which a surprise was waiting for me... There was no Mako. There was no workable transport in the hangar at ALL. Not a Mako, much less a Grizzly. Wistfully looking around the large and EMPTY room, littered with unpacked boxes, I touched the transmitter and said:
"Nihlus... We have a problem... We need transportation."
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