Midnight Wake-Up Calls
[Some hours past the middle of the night, the datapad suddenly alights with sound-- clicking, hasty shuffling, and an abrupt BANG as if it were just dropped. The video feature switches on, focusing on a very detailed close up of the fabric of the apartment's cheap commercial carpet. Everything beyond is dark, lost in the blackness of night.]
MORDIN! [And in their haste, someone forgot to turn on the private filter.
A claw slides over the camera, and behind it the view swirls dizzyingly as the datapad is lifted off the floor. The light in the room is dim, supplied only by a faint glow coming from the city lights beyond the window. There is enough to make out basic shapes as the camera is flipped forward to face something rather terrifying.
Garrus has never looked so alien as he does now; his face cast mostly in shadow. There's enough dim light coming in from the window to frame his shoulders and head. It strikes in harsh strokes against his countenance, painting an almost threatening visage, while twin sparks from his eyes reflect from the dark mask of his face.]
It's Shepard. I need you over here, now!
.... [Why is the Salarian not here yet.] Run!
MORDIN! [And in their haste, someone forgot to turn on the private filter.
A claw slides over the camera, and behind it the view swirls dizzyingly as the datapad is lifted off the floor. The light in the room is dim, supplied only by a faint glow coming from the city lights beyond the window. There is enough to make out basic shapes as the camera is flipped forward to face something rather terrifying.
Garrus has never looked so alien as he does now; his face cast mostly in shadow. There's enough dim light coming in from the window to frame his shoulders and head. It strikes in harsh strokes against his countenance, painting an almost threatening visage, while twin sparks from his eyes reflect from the dark mask of his face.]
It's Shepard. I need you over here, now!
.... [Why is the Salarian not here yet.] Run!