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A second to comprehend what he saw.

"The arsenal!" Nihlus gasped.

Four seconds later, we were looking at Councilor Sparatus's face, which was positively glowing with anticipation. And even though he was trying to make his usual stone face, but his eyes... Hey, what eyes he had!

"Advisor." Nihlus politely inclined his head, looking suspiciously into sparkling eyes.

The spectr of Nihlus, the spectr of Irene... I must say, you surpassed all my expectations yesterday... expectations.

Oh mo-o-other... He's already been tipped off... That's just why he's got such a happy-happy face... Or does he really get high when Pallin scribbles to him on the Spectr of the cart? I don't believe he calls his subordinates every time to fuck up. He must have taken a fancy to us...

"I was sent an EXTREMELY entertaining video about yours... resolving the conflict in the market." a hard smile. "Fifty-four bodies."

How much?! Apparently Nihlus was also impressed, because his face fell.

"I'm sorry, Counselor. It was self-defense."

"I saw." the grin became just carnivorous. "I'm waiting for you in the Council Chamber. In fifteen minutes. Three of them."

And the connection is gone.

For several long, agonizing seconds, we stared at the disabled omny-tool, digesting what was said. A strange conversation... What was he calling for? Just to tell us what's in store for the Council Chamber in fifteen minutes?

Stop!

Fifteen minutes. The Council Chamber.

Holy shit! It takes half an hour to get from here to the Council Tower by taxi! Nihlus's green eyes widened at the realization of the situation, and he swore dully. We flew out of the arsenal on the second day.

"Garrus! Get dressed!"

The guy sat up in bed, looking at our contorted faces in surprise.

"Sparatus has ordered you to the Council Chamber! Everyone!"

"And?" Vakarian did not understand the setup.

"IN FIFTEEN MINUTES!"

A moment of realization, light blue eyes open wide, and Garrus flies up from a prone position.

"I have an aircar." Nihlus gasped. "We can make it! Sparatus, you brute!"

We've never been going so fast! We swept through the wrecked apartment like a tsunami, managing to put on the missing pieces of clothing, grab a weapon, a key card, and identification cards, close our lives, and roll down to the hangar.

I will remember the flight to the Council Tower for a long time! They say a Shepard player driving a Mako is evil. I declare authoritatively that a real Nihlus running late at the helm of an aircar is much scarier! We raced at the maximum speed for this car over the very houses, dodging between slow vehicles, skidding between tall trees, not risking climbing higher, where the main transport routes of the Citadel passed. I don't know which guys were flying after us, or how the C-SEC didn't try to slow us down, but exactly ten minutes later, a black aircar almost crashed into the square in front of the Council Tower under the surprised gazes of the walking sentients.

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..."

Chapter 27: Accidents