Margot shifted restlessly in her niche above the skyway, the armor on her front scraping against the loose scree of rubble beneath it. She had been waiting, lying on her stomach on a slope of gravelly Prothean remains, since sun-up and the landscape, though stunning, was starting to get old. Especially if one was in one of the underpasses through the Prothean towers, as Margot was right now, from which you could barely see any of the real surface of Feros at all. The Vanguard was stuck staring at two battered walls and the exits at either side, none of which were exceptionally entertaining. When she had been assigned this search-and-apprehend mission, she was ecstatic that she could see her birth planet again, but really, the novelty had worn off.
When is this Drakon guy going to show up?' Thought Margot irritably, shifting to rest on her elbows. If the assassin was, in fact, heading here like the nearby colonists had led her to believe, then he would have arrived by now. 'Maybe he knew I was coming,' Margot considered, but instantly rejected the idea. If Drakon's most recent assignments were anything to go by, he was an arrogant piss. If he'd known Margot was here, he'd show himself in a heartbeat. The biotic's theories on Zikan's tardiness kept going in circles. They probably weren't about to get anywhere, but it kept her mind off how unstable the Prothan ruins were. All the while, Margot stayed completely silent and still, her keen gray eyes regularly flicking between each of the exits.
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