Where The Lines Get Blurry 2b
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January 14 2013, 23:34:35 UTC
Delanus put a hand on his young colleague's shoulder, "instead of thinking about that you could think about all of the ones who have hope now."
Garrus only sighed, "I'd rather not talk about it anymore. Let's just go."
Their regular strolls through the Gaina district ended, more often then not, with weapons drawn and at least one person better off for their interference. Garrus had been requesting this route all week though and Delanus simply wasn't as young as he used to be. He worried about his protegee's impulsivity sometimes.
"You sure you're up for this today," the older turian asked.
Garrus nodded, "she's close. I can feel her when we're put here. Just a matter of time Delanus. We'll find her."
Delanus only sighed. As they both focused in on their surroundings silence Delanus wondered how long it would take Garrus to get over what he had percueved as a failure. It was amazing how he had taken a situation that anyone else wpuld intepret as getting bery lucky and beating the odds and turn it into a virtual failure in his mind. He hoped he'd get over it soon.
He glanced down an alleyway and froze, "well I'll be damned."
Shaking out the laundry and draping them over the metal railing of the fire escape was a very familiar face. Garrus followed his gaze and grinned, "told you."
They crept down the alley watching her. She was focused on her own task and working quickly. The last time she had old scars but nothing recent. Now she had a half healed cut running from shoulder to elbow. One eye was black, and from the way she held herself at one of her ribs was broken. Periodically she would look over her shoulder into the apartment. They hit the area under her perch and they could hear a rough voice from inside and krogan curse. The girl darted back inside.
Garrus hummed thoughtfully, "think we have enough cause to bust that place up?"
Delanus shrugged, "think I'm willing to risk it either way."
"You know Delanus," Garrus grinned, "sometimes you aren't such an old stick in the mud."
"Your affection is heartening."
"So how do we do this?"
Delanus surveyed the fire escape, "we'll go up and theough the back."
Garrus jumped and gripped the bottom rung of the ladder. When they reached the top of the fire escape they peered in. The aprtment was a shithole. Trash littered the floor and it stanck. The girl was there, though. The krogan had torn her clothes away and pushed her against the wall by the throat. She was making a pitiful choking noise as she struggled for breath.
Garrus pulled his side arm. In some perverse way he was thankful for the situation. He doubted they could have made it up the fire escapes cracking metal platforms without the Krogan being distracted by her. He released her and she sank to her knees drawing breath desperately into her lungs as she reached for the top of the krogans pants.
That was the moment Delanus charged through the open door into the apartment. The Krogan shouted with surprise and pulled the girl up onto her feet in front of him, an arm looping around her throat, and his other hand pressing a the point of a knife from his belt into her belly. She didn't struggle, just looked at the officer placidly. Garrus wondered, briefly if she wouldn't welcome death.
"Put the girl down," he ordered, training his gun at the krogans head.
The krogan must have put pressure on the knife, because the girl suddenly cringed, shutting her eyes. When she opened them again for the first time since he had seen her, she looked afraid.
Garrus steadied his breathing and aimed carefully through the window. Delanus moved forward, keeping the Krogan focused on him. If he could remain undetected, Garrus had a good chance of bringing the Krogan down.
Garrus only sighed, "I'd rather not talk about it anymore. Let's just go."
Their regular strolls through the Gaina district ended, more often then not, with weapons drawn and at least one person better off for their interference. Garrus had been requesting this route all week though and Delanus simply wasn't as young as he used to be. He worried about his protegee's impulsivity sometimes.
"You sure you're up for this today," the older turian asked.
Garrus nodded, "she's close. I can feel her when we're put here. Just a matter of time Delanus. We'll find her."
Delanus only sighed. As they both focused in on their surroundings silence Delanus wondered how long it would take Garrus to get over what he had percueved as a failure. It was amazing how he had taken a situation that anyone else wpuld intepret as getting bery lucky and beating the odds and turn it into a virtual failure in his mind. He hoped he'd get over it soon.
He glanced down an alleyway and froze, "well I'll be damned."
Shaking out the laundry and draping them over the metal railing of the fire escape was a very familiar face. Garrus followed his gaze and grinned, "told you."
They crept down the alley watching her. She was focused on her own task and working quickly. The last time she had old scars but nothing recent. Now she had a half healed cut running from shoulder to elbow. One eye was black, and from the way she held herself at one of her ribs was broken. Periodically she would look over her shoulder into the apartment. They hit the area under her perch and they could hear a rough voice from inside and krogan curse. The girl darted back inside.
Garrus hummed thoughtfully, "think we have enough cause to bust that place up?"
Delanus shrugged, "think I'm willing to risk it either way."
"You know Delanus," Garrus grinned, "sometimes you aren't such an old stick in the mud."
"Your affection is heartening."
"So how do we do this?"
Delanus surveyed the fire escape, "we'll go up and theough the back."
Garrus jumped and gripped the bottom rung of the ladder. When they reached the top of the fire escape they peered in. The aprtment was a shithole. Trash littered the floor and it stanck. The girl was there, though. The krogan had torn her clothes away and pushed her against the wall by the throat. She was making a pitiful choking noise as she struggled for breath.
Garrus pulled his side arm. In some perverse way he was thankful for the situation. He doubted they could have made it up the fire escapes cracking metal platforms without the Krogan being distracted by her. He released her and she sank to her knees drawing breath desperately into her lungs as she reached for the top of the krogans pants.
That was the moment Delanus charged through the open door into the apartment. The Krogan shouted with surprise and pulled the girl up onto her feet in front of him, an arm looping around her throat, and his other hand pressing a the point of a knife from his belt into her belly. She didn't struggle, just looked at the officer placidly. Garrus wondered, briefly if she wouldn't welcome death.
"Put the girl down," he ordered, training his gun at the krogans head.
The krogan must have put pressure on the knife, because the girl suddenly cringed, shutting her eyes. When she opened them again for the first time since he had seen her, she looked afraid.
Garrus steadied his breathing and aimed carefully through the window. Delanus moved forward, keeping the Krogan focused on him. If he could remain undetected, Garrus had a good chance of bringing the Krogan down.
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