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"I'm not here to fuck up your shit! If someone is up to something stupid and I need to destroy them I will do my best to keep the property damage to a minimum. But as far as I know, nobody here is cloning thresher maws or experimenting on ancient mind-control plants."

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"There are absolutely no thresher maws on my station, thank fuck. And I appreciate the discretion. If you wanna be cagey about your business that's your business, but you should know that I'm willing to do a lot of things to get you off Omega quicker... and that definitely includes giving you intel."

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"I'm recruiting. Galaxy needs saving or some shit, again, you know how it is. Actually you probably don't. Anyway, I'm looking for a salarian doctor called Mordin Solus, and somebody who's going by Archangel for unclear reasons. Once I've got those two I will happily get out of your face."

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"Should've known you'd come for the two biggest shitshows in the star system. Offhand I'd say the Archangel situation is stable for the next couple of days, the merc gangs are still in the recruiting phase of kicking his shit in and the next step's finding the bastard. Solus, on the other hand, is in the middle of a plague-and-riot zone. Vorcha roaming the streets eating the dead and killing anybody who isn't yet, you know the drill. He's held out pretty damn well, but if I wanted to find him I'd get moving. You do at least have the advantage that you're not vulnerable to the plague - doesn't do a damn thing to humans, for whatever reason. You also have the disadvantage that, since you're not vulnerable, half of the rioters think humans are responsible for it. Tread light."

She taps her wrist to June's, and there's the chime of an omni-tool data transfer. "Address for the good doctor, address for the anti-Archangel recruiters when you're done. Anything else?"

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"Nah." She gets up. "Thanks for the help! Let me know if you ever need somebody to take down a thresher maw!"

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"I'll keep you in mind. Happy hunting."

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As she walks away, she muses to herself, "You know, I've never eaten a vorcha."

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"I can't recommend it," Miranda comments. "They have staggeringly little nutritive value, and they tend to be full of carcinogens. ...well, I suppose you're also full of carcinogens, and it hasn't done you any harm... but I'd still play it safe."

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"Well apparently they're going around eating everyone else, so it seems only fair."

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"Well, if it's for justice."

Miranda hails an aircab and requests that the party be dropped off at the address Aria gave them.

     "You crazy, lady?" asks the batarian cabbie. "You may be immune, but I'm not heading into the plague zone."

She sighs. "Drop us at the edge, then."

This, he can accommodate.

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"I know we've heard humans are immune, but, last chance to back out of the 'walk into a plague zone to steal their doctor' plan if you're not feeling good about the plague part," she says as they approach.

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"Eh. I would literally follow you into the depths of Hell. Plus, suit's got rebreathers."

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"More the latter than the former, in my case."

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"Cool, sounds good to me." Into the plague zone!

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     An armored turian holds up a hand as they approach. "You can't go in."

Miranda smiles sweetly and brings up her omni-tool, projecting Aria's email. "Aria T'Loak says otherwise. Did you want to call her and confirm?"

      The turian blanches. "Fuck no, ma'am. Have a pleasant day."

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"Oh, nicely done."

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"Thank you!" Miranda says as they stroll into the plague district.

There are a couple more guardposts to pass; the first guy called back to let them know these mercenaries were allowed, though, so there's no further trouble. Then they're in the plaguelands proper. There's a batarian wheezing on the ground nearby.

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June makes a quick note of his location in case there's anything useful to be done for him.

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He grunts "Filthy... humans..." and coughs again.

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"I hate plagues," she mutters.

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"No kidding," Zanna says. 

The route to the good doctor leads them through acres of slums. Before they can get very far, they're ambushed by a pack of vorcha. Zanna promptly launches herself into their midst and starts exploding. 

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And Miranda leverages her own biotics to slam the little bastards into various surfaces with great force. 

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"Remind me when we get back to the ship," she says, shooting a vorcha in the head, "to get all my shit set up properly again. I miss being able to light things on fire with a wave of my hand."

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"You should have some basic combat programs loaded into that tool," Miranda comments while merrily flinging vorcha. "It might not be as synchronized to your reactions as your old tool, but plasma it can do."

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"Yeah, but it'll be different—oh fine, I'll try it." She lights a vorcha on fire. "Acceptable."

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