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She is entitled to bring two companions along. Who will she bring with her on this occasion? (Garrus still being on medical leave for the next twelve hours or so, it's really between Miranda and Zanna and Mordin.)

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She asks Mordin first "but if you'd rather stay on the ship and be a mad scientist, I'm all in favour."

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He breaks into a broad grin. "No, no - occasional breaks for physical activity included in laboratory best practices! Recently set some genetic samples to sequence anyway, need a few hours. Would be absolutely delighted. Hmm, location of semiautomatic pistol... there, good. Would not want to be unprepared in case of emergency scenario."

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"That's the spirit."

So, between Miranda and Zanna... ugh, she's going to have to think about tactics, isn't she... yeah okay Zanna gives them a better spread overall. Which is good because Zanna was also gonna be the Blatant Favouritism Pick so now she has two reasons.

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"Sweet."

One quick arming sequence and decontamination scan later, they stand in the docking bay of Purgatory.

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A turian in Blue Suns armor greets them. "If you'd disarm before entering the station proper," he drawls, his rifle across his chest. "Your weaponry will be returned at the end of your visit."

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"Are you for fucking real."

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"It's standard procedure," the turian protests. "No weapons on the station except in the hands of guards."

"That's funny," Zanna says, "standard procedure where I'm from is that if somebody tries to take your gun away without a damn good reason they're trying to pull some shit."

"We're just trying to keep the station -"

The interior door opens. "Let it go, Elannik," says the batarian who walks in. "Above your paygrade."

Elannik stands aside sullenly. The batarian smiles as winningly as a batarian can. "Ladies and gentleman, if you'd follow me? I'll take you to the exchange point."

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"Sure." They can follow the batarian. The fact that the batarian did not insist they give up their weapons is a point in his favour.

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As they walk along, the batarian introduces himself as Karshak. "Sorry about Elannik," he says. "I'm sure you know how... overzealous new recruits can get. Enforcing rules that really don't need to be enforced under the circumstances."

"Yes, what a terrible problem that must be in a gangster-run prison," Zanna mutters.

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"Eh, no worries. The problems only start at the point where someone tries to make me give up my weapon."

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"I think even Elannik wouldn't go that far," Karshak chuckles.

"So I've been wondering something," Zanna says idly. "I looked this place up, and you guys make money from planetary governments paying you to keep dangerous prisoners locked up for them. Right?"

Karshak nods.

"So... who's paying you to keep our guest contained?"

Karshak raises his omni-tool and flicks through it. "Hmm... looks like a coalition of several anonymous organizations. Not as common as the governmental model, but not unheard of."

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"Ooh, anonymous coalitions, my favourite. Never anything shady going on under those."

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Karshak laughs. "We're terrorists, ma'am. No one is going to be shocked that something shady is going on."

They pass by a cell in which a human is being beaten to within an inch of his life. Mordin looks perturbed.

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Shepard does a little sigh/eyeroll thing without breaking stride. It's not like she expected better.

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Karshak shows them to a rather Spartan meeting room. It smells slightly odd, like chemical disinfectant of some kind.

"My employer will be here shortly," he promises. Then he hurries out the door, which whooshes shut behind him.

There's elevator music playing. Under the elevator music, there's the faint hiss of the ventilation system. 

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Well that's a setup for all of them getting gassed if she's ever seen one.

How is this room doing for exits? Any doors she can straightforwardly open, not that she's expecting that but it's polite to check? Also, is this a nice clean knockout gas or more of a flesh-melting situation? Because if her friends who she brought along on this trip get their flesh melted she will tear this station apart, with her bare hands if necessary, find the person responsible, and fucking eat them.

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(The door is locked, but only to standard tolerances. There are no other exits.)

Mordin's omni-tool beeps. He pulls up a screen and sighs heavily, turning on his rebreather. "Knockout gas. - Shepard, seem unsurprised?"

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"Smells weird in here and they're playing music to cover up the vents making a noise that's not quite the right noise for these vents to be making." She endeavours to convince the door that it wishes to be open. She can be pretty convincing when she puts her mind to it.

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This door was built against the possibility of biotic assault, but it was not built against the possibility of Shepard. Very few things are. The doors wrench open.

Outside them: a small cluster of people with guns! They point their guns at Shepard!

Then their guns rapidly overheat, and a blast of superheated plasma streaks from Mordin's omni-tool and explodes in their midst.

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Shepard is kind of fed up so she is actually just going to stride into the middle of this group of people with guns and start punching faces. She has tried so hard over the years to train this instinct out of herself, because you don't do that, but you know what else you don't do? Fucking gas your guests!

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Once the faces have been punched, Mordin shoots them. It's actually fairly efficient.

Then, all three partymembers receive an omni-tool notification. Mordin gets his open first.

"Hmm," he says. "EDI sent station blueprints. 'Subject Zero' actually imprisoned fairly nearby."

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"Oh good. Please lead the way. I'm too grumpy to take point, I'd just start trying to tear the walls down with my bare hands and nobody wants that."

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"Fucking same. Where do these assholes get off?"

Zanna continues muttering as they make their way through the corridor. After a couple of turns (and a couple of attacks by robot dogs) they come to...

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...a cryopreservation bank.

The rows of tanks are transparent-fronted, which means they can clearly see that one of the occupants looks... a lot like Miranda. Like, a lot like Miranda.

Her eyes are closed, and she's breathing through a cannula, and her head is shaved. Other than that? She might as well be Miranda.

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