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Miranda types something on her omni-tool when they get to the bridge. There's an incoming message beep, and she nods to Shepard. "We can cross. - Cerberus has been in communication with Archangel for a few days, and he said 'if you get me out, I guess I'll follow along.' I was notifying him that we're here."

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"Oh good! It would've been really awkward to come all this way and then get shot at the last minute."

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"Wouldn't it just."

Miranda does a bit more typing, and there's an explosion in the camp behind them. "Cross now."

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"Cool, let's go." Traipse traipse traipse across the well-defended bridge!

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Miranda points out mines and hidden turret emplacements in passing as they traipse. "Rather paranoid, our Archangel."

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"Rather!" She picks her way delicately past the mines.

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They reach the apartment and ascend some stairs.

At the top of the stairs is a helmeted turian. He doffs his helmet immediately when they approach, and comes in for a bone-creaking hug. "Shepard!"

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"Chopped liver!"

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"—Garrus!!!" She hugs him right back, just as bone-creakingly. "You big fucking goof, what have you been doing with your life! I'm gonna punch whatever numbnuts decided to prank me by not telling me who I was rescuing! Ugh, I could kiss your stupid pointy face." She does not kiss his stupid pointy face. "I'm so glad you're not dead. What's up."

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"Killing people. Getting people killed. You know how it goes."

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"Yeah." She squeezes him a little harder than she means to, and then tones it down when she remembers that superstrength does not belong in hugs. "Yeah, I do."

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(Brief squeaky toy noise.) "But, you know, apparently you're not dead, so honestly I'm doing pretty good at the moment."

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She lets go. "Same. All right, let's get this show on the road. Step one: fight our way out of this siege. Thoughts on that?"

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"Mostly I was planning to kill them with my bullets until they inevitably tore me to pieces. You being here changes the calculus. Unfortunately, it doesn't actually change it in a positive direction. Agent Artemis, I assume you had some kind of plan?"

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"It's Miranda," Miranda clarifies. "Miranda Lawson. But yes. I rigged the Blue Suns' gunship to nuke the merc camp in thirty minutes. We can walk out, if we survive long enough - and, frankly, given the caliber of mercenaries we've seen so far-"

A potshot chips the plascrete above their heads. "Ah, it looks like the timer starts now."

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"Oh good, because my plan was going to suck."

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"This is still gonna suck for me," Zanna opines. "Am I the only person here without a sniper rifle?"

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Miranda rolls her eyes. "I'm sure we'll have someone for you to kill eventually. For now, there's bushels of grenades artfully hidden everywhere, help that way."

And the siege begins. There are waves of shitty mercenaries, followed sequentially by waves of somewhat less shitty mercenaries.

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June has friends and a sniper rifle and, really, what more could one want out of life?

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The less shitty mercenaries are annoying to snipe, but maybe June likes a challenge.

After yet another wave: oh look, there's one of those YMIR mechs. Accompanied by some shimmery biotic-looking fellows.

Miranda giggles quietly as the fuckhuge robot starts blasting biotics to gruesome flinders.

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"Okay, that's funny," she admits.

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"It's always gruesome physical comedy with you people. I want a French farce. Lots of slamming doors, mistaken identities..."

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In this manner passes rather a lot of tedious sniping. Then, from the enemy camp rises: a gunship!

"-fuck," comments Miranda.

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"Problem?"

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"That thing isn't supposed to be flying. I stabbed the mechanic who was fixing the engine in the throat and rewired it into a suitcase nuke car bomb."

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