Rebirth The Mass Effect is old. part 25

"Ha! Only you could put a bullet in the head as soon as it flashed. Offhand with a pistol. Pallin shouldn't have let you go. And you — walk carefully. There are a lot of people who have a knife hidden on you."

Garrus shrugged nonchalantly.

"And now he doesn't go alone." I grinned at him.

The Krogan laughed.

"I see it. I found myself a clan in spirit."

Garrus looked embarrassed, and all three of us laughed. The straightforward Greste said what he thought. It is not typical for Krogan to weave a lace of words and lies. They are straightforward and honest. So he said what he saw. Small, tightly knit... the clan. I thought about this idea, and it didn't cause rejection. None of us.

"Oh, I see this is news only for Vakarian." Tactful, like all Krogan. Garrus blinked in surprise at our gracious faces, then tilted his head to the side, thought for a moment, and simply nodded.

"The C-SEC doesn't protect you anymore, don't forget." Greste added. "And you've made a lot of enemies."

"We all have a lot of enemies." Nihlus replied diplomatically.

"But you're a Spectr! Few fools touch the operas of the Special Corps. Then you'll have problems and you won't live long."

"Nihlus is not the only Spectre in our small but extremely vindictive clan." I purred. "Garrus is the kind one."

The Turian gasped for air.

"Am I? Kind?"

Nihlus laughed. I smiled.

"You are Goodness itself in the flesh!"

The Krogan chuckled.

"Then who is Evil itself?"

"But we still have to go after our personal Evil." I smiled. Nihlus froze, his fingers convulsively gripping the edge of the counter. "He takes lessons from his universal incarnation. It improves your qualifications... And got carried away. Who doesn't? He has a gambling and adventurous nature, he has completely forgotten about himself, he does not take care of himself, he breaks his health..." I sighed. "So we'll have to fly over and bring him back to a close-knit family. And the same will be learned and will be lost for nothing... in isolation from reality.

The Krogan's eyes, round with amazement, are an amazing sight. The most interesting thing is that he still did not understand who he was talking about. But I was impressed. In advance.

"That's how it is..." a short shake of the heavy head. "Good luck in... bringing back your Evil."

Nihlus closed his eyes and nodded.

"I heard you've crossed paths with Rex Urdnot."

"There is such a thing." I smiled.

"No one has seen him for a long time." Krogan said suggestively.

"Well... I don't know, I don't know... When I saw him, he was happily rummaging through the arsenal."

Greste bowed his head in surprise.

"In what arsenal?"

"In the ship building."

"What ship?"

"On mine."

The Krogan blinked in surprise.

"What's Rex doing on your ship?" I glanced at the omny-tool screen.

"Judging by the time, he should now be eagerly gutting a package from the arsenals of the Special Corps. They were supposed to deliver it. What's your interest?"

"Urdnot Greste." The Krogan introduced himself with a grin.

Wow!

"Oh, how! Are you wondering where your leader is?"

"Do you know already?"

"Sure." I shrugged my shoulders. "As soon as he gets tired of hanging around with us and collecting all the problems of the galaxy on his ass, we will kindly throw him on the Tuchanka."

"He will never get tired of collecting all the problems of the galaxy."

Greste replied reasonably, knowing his leader very well.

We laughed.

"Okay, we'll get out of here. It's not very good to drink in a bar whose previous owner you shot."

Greste chuckled.

"So it was you?"

"I promised." I spread my hands. "Come on, handsome!"

On this cheerful note, we said goodbye and crawled to the exit. Almost at the door, I was acutely aware of someone else's heavy interest. Tripping slightly, I hung onto Garrus's arm and turned, falling slightly on my foot, quickly isolating the source from the crowd. A tall, powerful Turian in C-SEC armor. And the face is familiar... and tattoos like Garrus's...

Understanding came instantly. Holy shit! Vakarian is the elder...

The door closed, cutting us off from the bar.

"Rin, what happened?" I was carefully set on my feet.

"Garrus... Either I imagined it, or I saw your father." The guy shuddered. "And he followed us purposefully."

A moment of stupor and an uncertain answer:

"Rin... I'm not ready to talk to my dad right now..."

Nihlus blinked in surprise. We've never seen Garrus so lost and confused! It's true that things aren't going well with his dad.

"In that case, we'd better hurry."

When Kirrus Vakarian left the bar, there was no one in the dimly lit hallway. Sighing heavily, the man shook his head and wearily ran his hand over the comb. The son disappeared again in an unknown direction.

But this time he had a clue. Those two. He recognized the Turian. Nihlus Krayk. The spectr of the Council. Student of Saren Arterius. And an unknown human woman.

"What have you gotten yourself into, son..." The low voice faded into the silence.