Book 2, Chapter 3 -- Danger Zone
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Garrus wasn't awake the next morning when I headed down to the mess. I guess it was no surprise. Chakwas explained that surgery had been successful, but she was going to keep him sedated for a little longer to help his wounds as he was going to be in some pain whenever he woke up. Letting me know that she'd call as soon as he either woke up, or she helped wake him up, I headed back into the mess, grabbed a quick bite to eat, before heading upstairs to the CIC.
There were far more messages waiting for me than I expected, from Miranda, from the Illusive Man, from Kelly... I was reading over everything when Kelly appeared next to me, holding a mug in her hands. "Coffee, Commander. Just how you like it."
"Oh, and how do I like it, Kelly?"
"Two sugars, dash of milk. Nice and dark otherwise."
"Cerberus knows a lot about me, it seems."
"I've read your file back to front before my arrival on the Normandy, Shepard."
I tapped my temple. "Getting to know me in here is more important."
"Oh, I'd like that as well, but reading your file gave me an understanding of who I would be working alongside, at least."
"Your thoughts so far?"
"The mission will be a success. And I think we're going to have a lot of fun too." If there was one thing I knew about Kelly already is that she wasn't subtle. I glanced at her over the rim of the mug as I took a sip. "Just how you like it?"
"Definitely, Kelly. Thank you."
"You're welcome, Shepard." And, with a smile, she turned and headed back to her terminal. I focused on my terminal, but glanced her way every so often. In profile, she was definitely shorter than me, slimmer, quite pale, which was usual for redheads, the word petite is what I would have used to describe her. And, of course, I imagined what she looked like without clothes on.
Miranda arrived mid-morning, wondering when we would head back onto Omega to collect Mordin Solus. "When Garrus is awake."
"That could be a number of days."
"Garrus is a tough cookie. He'll be awake soon enough."
"Very well. You're in charge, Commander. Did you enjoy your time off the ship last night?"
Should have known she'd be aware. Probably knew exactly what I'd done as well. I returned a casual shrug. "Yes, I did, Miss Lawson. Got exactly what I needed. I was feeling rather relaxed afterwards and in a much better frame of mind."
I met her eyes and there was definitely more than one retort forming, but she seemed to flick through various replies before she simply went with, "Glad to hear, Commander. Hopefully that will mean you won't be distracted when we're next on Omega." There was a subtle jab at the fact I'd enjoyed myself in Afterlife, but I guess she wasn't going to judge me completely.
"I know what I'm doing, Miss Lawson."
Having not heard from Chakwas by midday, I did head into the armoury to change into armour and grab a weapon, letting Kelly know I was heading onto Omega to do some shopping. When asking what I wanted, I made her laugh when the first thing I said was fish. "What do you want fish for?"
"The fish tank."
"Oh, I didn't think you would bother..."
"Well, my desk is nearby, and I guess it would give the cabin some life. It's rather dull and grey at the moment. Might give it some colour."
"Do they even have fish on Omega?"
"If not, I'll buy them somewhere else. Wouldn't mind one or two others things as well. I think it's obvious I won't wear the uniform, Kelly. I'm here for the job only."
"I understand, Shepard, though I hope you won't judge us all."
"Something we can talk about later, Kelly. Your reasons for joining and your opinions on the organisation."
Another smile, I guess appreciating I wasn't just going to make a sweeping judgement of them all. "Maybe over that dinner I suggested?"
"Definitely. Perhaps we can organise a night after we've left Omega?"
"I'll put it in your diary. All you need do is confirm it."
Heading back out in the chaos that was Omega, you didn't have to look far to see the abject poverty, the desperation, the cruelty on display. Most were doing their best to scratch a living, put food in their stomachs for another day. There appeared to be a section for everything. One area sold food. Another sold clothes. Another sold weapon. And sex was also for sale too. I looked over the weapons and armour, but nothing was appealing, most of it second rate junk. I didn't miss the fact a couple of quarians were trading, but most shops were run by batarians. And as I was human, I definitely gained their attention.
I did find a place selling fish, so I bought a few there. I also found a place selling ship models. For a laugh, I thought I'd buy a few of them, as I figured it might keep me amused during those nights on the ship I wasn't getting laid. Which, to be honest, might end up being quite a few. I also purchased some more clothing, jeans, a few shirts, another jacket, and also a pair of comfortable shoes, particularly for when I was back on the Citadel and wanted to wander the Wards in comfort. No idea if or when that would happen, but I wanted to be prepared.
Back on the
Normandy
, Kelly was certainly amused as I returned with a few bags worth of things, heading straight upstairs to dump the fish in the tank, and I threw everything else onto the desk to sort out later. Having not had lunch, I headed back down to the mess to grab a feed. I'd taken all of three bites when I simply had to place my fork down. "Gardner, are you a chef?"
"If you mean have I been trained, no, Commander. But I can only make meals with what I've got. And I've barely got the basics here."
"So Cerberus has enough money for this, that, and the other, but won't put some tasty food in our mouths and stomachs?"
"That's exactly right, Commander."
"Well, that's something I'll see rectified immediately. Soldiers already have to put up with enough shit. The one thing they deserve is good food. Chow time is always something the serving man looks forward to."
"If you can get me quality ingredients, I'm sure I can whip up something much better than the slop I'm currently serving."
I pushed the tray forward, as I wasn't going to eat another bite. I headed straight back out into Omega and headed towards the food court. There was a place run by a couple of humans, selling things like hamburgers. The meat looked real enough, probably frozen and shipped from a colony world. But it was meat, and I ordered some fries on the side. I devoured it all in probably five minutes, drinking down the accompanying beer quickly. I then asked if they had a spare box of meat patties and fries I could buy. They led me to a massive freezer room nearby and said I could take my pick. I soon had boxes of all sorts heading to the
Normandy
, letting Gardner know that it wasn't quality but it would certainly keep everyone happy for now.