Whats Mine is Yours // Isabela x Garrus
If you'd of told Isabela she'd been saving the most notorious individual on Omega, she probably would've laughed straight in your face. At least, that's how she liked to think about it. She'd been known to never stick her head too far out from her own problems, especially problems involving those of rival gangs.
But how could she allow such a devilishly handsome turian -- like Archangel -- die at the hands of the scoundrel rival Blue Suns Omega sect lead by Tarak. A batarian that had the pleasure of almost kissing her gun and blade more than once; and yet never had the opportunity to strike him down.
"Alright men, bandage up, drink your juice boxes and be ready to move out! I need those docks cleared and secured for us! Jaroth's not gonna just hand it to us on a silver platter!" In mid-step, however, she stopped to ponder her own words, stroking thoughtfully at her bottom lip, "certainly make things go faster, don't you think?"
"Captain!" A suited human approached Isabela from the left; leaving the medical ward. "He's waking up! What should we do? Restrain him?"
With a dismissive wave of her hand, Issy scoffed, "restrain a guest? Joff, it's not even Saturday! I'll go and have a good talk with him... I'm sure we can come to an understanding. What with me saving his life and everything."
Before her lackey could protest she was already on her way past him, the stride she took was brisk and her amber gaze set and determined.
"Let's just hope he's in a listening mood."
