Mass Effect : Paragon Lost Page #2

Nicky, youll radio me tactical?

Thats a big affirmative, sir.

And what the hell are you gonna do?

A krogan never turns down a

chance for glory on the battlefield.

So Im gonna go out there

and give them what they want,

which should buy the two of you enough

time to move around and flank them.

Hold on... Im not

running into that firing squad!

No... we circle all the way around

their line and come in behind them...

Its crazy, but it could work.

Were gonna have to

make it work, or we all die...

That is, unless you got

a better plan, Essex?

Hey, whyre you askin me?

Yourrre squad leader,

at least for another two minutes, anyway...

Here they come.

Nicky! Wheres my tactical?

Its coming in now, sir.

Theyre clustered at your 12,

forty meters and holding position.

I show one sniper already zeroed in on you.

Roger that. I got em.

Not yet. Hold your fire

till Essex and Kamille engage.

Wait.

It seems this

one has accepted my offer.

Okay... Lets dance.

Come on...

Flanking team, where the

hell are you? Talk to me!

Almost there. One hundred meters.

Here...

Catch. I wont be needing it.

Heh, well, so much for

lookin cool before I die...

There! On the ridge!

Idiot.

You know you love me!

Hey!

Thats no way to treat a lady!

Last grenade... Gotta make it count!

Dammit!

You are brave, human. Die with honor.

Brood! Find the one controlling

the drone and kill them!

There. I have you now...

Now you die.

You first.

I like you...

A fighter to the bitter end!

You alright, vega?

Yeah. Think so.

Good... cause

once we get outta this...

...the next drinks on you.

Ha! Its almost too easy!

And that, ladies and gentlemen...

is free drinks for life.

I think I pretty

much drained my power cell...

Yeah, maybe one more

good shot if Im lucky...

Sh*t! Kamille!

Milque!

I dont have a shot!

Sh*t!

Now... say goodbye.

Whoa...

See? We make a pretty good team!

Look, the dog thing was an accident, okay?

Yeah, and so was this!

A**hole...

Sorry! Hot damn...

Hello...

Get on with it!

Gladly.

Essex!

Stand down, Marine! We are not murderers!

This is war, man!

- Yes!

Youre right! This is war! And now,

this krogan is a prisoner of war.

You two gonna kiss or what?

Nicely done, squad leader.

Thats the last of eem: we did it, sir.

That was insane, goin out

there as bait, ykknow...

I thought for sure you were

gonna get us all killed...

But hey... I guess I gotta

be wrong sometime, right?

I think what he means is...

We owe you one... Big time.

Its "vega," yeah? Tell you what...

vega here deserves a goddamn medal.

Not to brag, but technically,

I took out more of em than he did.

"Technically," you almost took me out, too!

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