# Popadanec in Jane. chapter 3

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Shepard meets Lawson. Escape from the station.

Chapter 3. Miniboss

And when it's easy and simple

I go out to the intersection,

One hundred buses in a row

They stand motionless,

And the cars are honking - a salute to beauty,

Lady, what's your name?

(Mary Poppins - "Lady Perfection")

"Miranda!" Taylor yelled.

"Is that Lawson?" I asked curiously.

You don't have to ask, though. Well, who else can wander around in a latex glove on a naked body.

Looking at the supermodel-like girl in a skin-tight jumpsuit approaching us, I whistled softly. Yes-aa... There's a lot to see here. No, Semenovich has more, of course, but... not much, no. Besides, that one has the quantity, and here... it's eating at my foot, the QUALITY! And another one.

I wonder how she puts on that suit of hers? Does she lather up every time? Or... slo-wly smears himself with oil, then slo-wly, moving his hips and arching, pulls on this latex... And all this to the music... swallowing, I glanced down purely mechanically to check if some part of my body was giving away my thoughts. I looked at the chest, remembered that the detail was so-and-so... and almost howled. Damn, what a mess, huh?! Mother, mother, mother! Eh... so, calm down, Zheka, calm down. It could have been worse. Think about the Hanars. Did you remember? Imagined it? Did you get into it? He-re. So put your face in neutral and welcome Miss Perfection.

"Shepard, Jacob," Lawson came over and nodded slightly, acknowledging our existence.

I just shook my head: what an upbringing - she single-handedly made her way through half of a station literally teeming with robots, and her voice sounded like we were at a high-society reception. He's going to ask us how we got there, if we got seasick on the way....

"Commander, are you okay?"

"I'll live," I muttered.

"Jacob, is anyone else out?"

"I don't know, we only met Wilson."

"Wilson?" Miranda's eyes narrowed uncomfortably. "Where is he?"

Taylor looked at me and hesitated.

"Shepard... uh..."

"I shot him." I decided to make it easier for Cerberus to admit. "I didn't like him for something."

Miss Perfect raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow:

"I can tell you have a good intuition, Shepard."

"What?" Taylor looked at her, puzzled.

"Wilson betrayed us. He activated all the backup robots and reprogrammed the security system."

"Miranda, are you sure? We've known him for years, and... suddenly you..." Taylor glanced at me again. ".. Were you both mistaken?"

Lawson looked at him coldly and said:

"I'm never wrong. You should know that, Jacob."

"Mm, did you hire this Wilson by any chance?" I asked innocently.

"He wasn't a traitor then," Lawson countered calmly.

I just chuckled. Well, yes, an ironclad argument.

"Okay, what's next?"

"Let's get on the shuttle and fly away," the hellhound snapped.

"And the others?" I asked. "While we were running around, we heard gunshots. Someone is clearly still fighting back."

Lawson waved her hand a little impatiently:

"Rescue teams will take care of them, they are on their way. Our task is to get you out of here. My boss wants to talk to you, Shepard."

"Yes, Commander, the most important thing right now is to evacuate you from the station", Taylor warmly supported her. "And the staff... we all knew what we were doing when we agreed to participate in the project."

Oh, I'm sobbing with emotion. But my cynical mind feels that these two are so unanimously taking care of me, not out of great love, but because they are afraid. Yeah. They are the most important here and, therefore, they are directly responsible for this whole mess. And if the Ghost Station still forgives them, then the loss of my valuable carcass worth four billion ... is unlikely. Wait, do I really care? The main thing is to get out of here, I'm already fed up with this place. So, okay, so be it, save me, nasty ones. I'm kind today.

"Well, then let's fly away," I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm tired of being here. Cold, hungry, shooting. No personal life, again."

And with a smirk, glancing sideways at Taylor, who flinched at the mention of Taylor's "personal life," he headed for the shuttle.

***

Once I was finally relatively safe, I sprawled in the seat and stared blankly in front of me, trying to figure out how reality corresponded to the game. If you think about it, then, with the exception of absolutely epic nonsense, like a gun safe in a hospital room, everything goes according to the canon. Although there were no Cerberus rescue teams there. Miranda was just making a short speech about how the station staff wasn't important, and then the episode in the shuttle was already going on. And here... But this is quite understandable - abandoning a station with a huge amount of equipment and very valuable information without even trying to figure out what happened there is the height of idiocy. And the local Miss Perfect doesn't look like an idiot at all. Her character is the same as in the game - a smart bitch.

"Shepard, why are you looking at me so strangely?" Lawson asked with a hint of displeasure.

"And?" When I came out of my reverie, I found that my unseeing gaze had landed squarely on Miranda's upper "well into the nineties." "Uh..." swallowing the "Are they real, but can I touch them?" that came to mind, he shook his head:

"I'm wondering why Cerberus needs Commander Shepard so badly".

Lawson sighed and turned to Taylor:

"Oh, Jacob, I knew you couldn't keep quiet."

"Miranda, I didn't say that Lazarus is a Cerberus project!" The African-American immediately excused himself and stared at me suspiciously.

"Shepard?"

"Wow, what we've become!" I looked with emotion at the couple burning through me with wary glances. Her eyes sparkled, and her hands reached for her weapon...

"Miss Lawson, the next time you conduct a covert operation... don't forget to remove the organization's emblem from your peerless uniform." I cheekily poked my finger at the clearly visible Cerberus logo on Miranda's chest. "Yes, in your terribly secret station, these emblems, in my opinion, are even printed on toilet paper."

And, looking mockingly at the embarrassed Cerberus soldiers, he drawled sarcastically:

"Conspirators."