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Ride Across The River IC

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Gargulec:
Hope lightened her face.

'You will?' she asked, as if not believing herself. 'Oh thank you, thank...'

A sharp bleeping of her omnitool, signalizing a call, cut her tirade before it could get annoying.

'Snorri Sturlson' the device announced in an unpleasant, mechanical voice. 

Xander Morhaime:
"Better answer that. I'd suggest you put on a "business as usual" approach, though. No telling who's listening in on the other side, hm?" the Turian suggested, stepping over the remains of the Batarian to investigate the rest of the comms tower for systems of tactical importance for the mission - or for guns left unattended, either one worked. He did make a point of taking the Batarian's gun with him, though. Best not to leave the human any chances to play hero.

Gargulec:
She gulped, nodding. For a second, she tried to calm herself and then accepted the call.

'Hey sis' the omnitool cracked with a voice of a young man. 'Listen, there is a situation here, so don't count on me coming just yet...'

'Okay' her reply was quick, maybe even a bit too quick.

'Eh, is something wrong, Niki?' the voice suddenly grew concerned 'Did that Batarian get to you again? I swear I'll...'

'No, no, everything is perfect!' she muttered, and it was obvious that she was on the edge of yet another outburst of sobbing.

'Listen, I don't know what happened, but I'll be there in a minute! Just hang there' he announced.

'No, Snorri no need!' she almost shouted to the tool, but he already terminated the call. She turned your head at you, waiting for a reaction.

Xander Morhaime:
"Well, that's convenient," the Turian commented, leaning against the door frame. "I'll want to know just what he meant by "situation". And this way you can explain the predicament to him and get him to cooperate without anyone else listening in. Anyway, wait here and don't play the hero, and you'll get out alive," he added, briefly checking over his rifle.

Then, to hopefully avoid any nasty surprises like more than one person coming to the "rescue", he went up to the top of the comms building to watch for anyone approaching.

Gargulec:
There was a small balcony on the top of the tower, directly below the comm array itself, just spacious enough to perch yourself on it more or less comfortably. The view was uninteresting as from the ground level, though the patrol routes of the mechs were clearly visible - and a single figure in a bright yellow suit making his way up the crater's slope to the entrance, leaving a trail of footsteps imprinted in the dust.

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