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We stormed down the long staircase and into the elevator, thanking the Reapers for the first time for this slow torture device. While he was crawling up, we managed to catch our breath, put our clothes in order, look more or less decent and calm down.
There was a closed meeting in the Council Chamber, as the Turian C-SEC informed us. We looked at each other uncomprehendingly. It's not like Sparatus to make such a setup. And then the fighter, looking at our surprised faces, must have figured something out, because after a skeptical look, he asked:
"The spectr of Nihlus Krayk, the Spectr of Irene Shepard, Garrus Vakarian?"
We nodded.
"They're waiting for you."
And he let us through.
There are no advisers in the Room... There was no one there. Don't you understand? What are they gathered for? After walking along the long platform, we froze in front of the Council, silently and questioningly looking at the three intelligences endowed with supreme authority.
And then...
the soft deep voice of Councilor Tevos solemnly said:
"Garrus Vakarian. Step forward..."
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