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Laying on the ground, I stare at part of the wrecked pilot section of the busted shuttle. “I’ll stay behind.” I pipe up from my spot.
I can practically see the disgruntled look from the Turian leader. He’s hot. “That isn’t necessary.” The Turian I’ve dubbed as Scales says. What is his name again? It’s at the tip of my tongue.
I sit up and wait for my vision to clear. “Mira, what are you doing?” Rash asks.
I raise an arm and grab the top of the pile. “Looking for a part.” I stand up and frown. “And I didn’t ask if it was necessary, Scales.” I glance in his direction and run my eyes over him for the umpteenth time. What was his name? I ask racking my brain.
Riti has a hand on her hip. “Don’t be rude.” She sighs, “What part?” Even when she’s annoyed with me, she’s still inquisitive.
I walk past the hot Turian leader and find another section of scrap metal. “PeeBee asked for it.” I duck back down to examine different parts.
Liam huffs and in his best disbelieving voice asks, “Seriously?” I nod even though I know no one can see me.
I lean sideways to look between the wreckage to glare at his legs. “Said, and I quote, I’d like you more if you find it.” I leave out that she has also promised to buy me drinks the next time we’re both on the Nexus.
The Brit doesn’t stop with the questions. “What is it?” He asks. I roll my eyes and take a seat on the ground. I watch a Turian walk by me and wonder what would happen if I tripped them.
How vague can I be? I wonder, before smiling. “A type of wire.” I pick up a small box, and the shock from a live wire startles me, and I throw the object. “Fuck me! That hurt” I shout looking at my hand. I hiss in pain and shake my hand. “We on the same page Scales?” I ask as I scavenge around for the piece I threw.
Liam laughs at my statement of pain, and I think about shocking him with it. Wait he’s the one Rash likes, uugh! “What do you know about any of this?” He asks, “Why are we still here?”
I can see the box I want, and it also gives me a good eye line on Scales. “It doesn’t sound like I have a choice. Also, I have a name.” The Turian snaps. Oooo, I like him mad.
I smile and choose to give another vague answer first. “Omega.” I find what I tossed and with a delicate touch poke at it so I can see what shocked me. “You always have a choice, tell me to fuck off, and I’ll be annoyed, but I’d go. Turian human relations and such BS.” I almost have the box open, “And I wasn’t paying attention during the introductions.” I smile and pull a battery out and then dismantle the box for scraps keeping the wiring to the side.
I can hear parts of a whispered conversation and roll my eyes as I stand back up. “Omega doesn’t answer the question,” Riti speaks up.
I give her a sidelong glare. “I sabotaged Mechs and gang-specific shuttles for spare cash.” I pop my neck, “I also rebuilt things from some of the pinched parts for Aria.” I smile, “Now she paid the best and kept my ass off the chopping block.” That was one Asari I’d do just about anything for.
Scales is glaring at me. “You’re a criminal.” He states coolly. Avitus! That’s it! I pause, right?
I roll my eyes and with heavy sarcasm say, “Former Specter, right.” I flick him off, “My crimes are for finishing shit other people started.” I walk back towards my sisters, “So can I stay?” I ask looking the Turian over, still hot.
Avitus frowns and I am ready for him to deny me. “Fine.” He snaps.
I smile and decide to be nice, well nicer. “Thanks…Avitus?” I question, and his eyes flicker in shock. “You name rolls just right off the tongue. I couldn’t forget it if I tried.” I smirk and ignore my sisters’ disapproving stares. Stepping closer to him he locks on to me and tenses when I enter his personal space. “I’d like to scream it later,” I whisper, and I’m pleased when he coughs in surprise.
He pushes me away, and I smile coyly. “If you think you can handle her we’ll be going,” Rash says tiredly. She probably wants to strangle me, even if it’s not in her nature, I have a way of trying everyone’s nerves.
Avitus looks at me and smirks. “She won’t be a problem.” He says, and I feel insulted. It’s on.
I dart over to Riti and hold out my hand. “Here give these to PeeBee,” I say and drop the wires into her hand. “She owes me a drink,” I say as they walk away.