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For all the things in the world Zedd was sure he could invent, a fun briefing on the Normandy was far from one of them.

He stood by the wall for once, not too far from the door, and watched the sphere that represented Binthu spin slow over the holo-table, three red markers blinking on the planet’s southern hemisphere. So, this is it. 

At the very least, it was where Binary Helix’s trail had dead-ended. Odds that we’ll actually find Saren here? Optimism was good to practice and all, but Zedd figured he’d be better off taking the under on that particular bet.

“Two squads.” John Shepard stood at the head of the table, the commander looking like he’d slept all of four hours in the seventy-two that it had taken them to reach Binthu all the way from Noveria. 

Granted, it could have just been simple nerves.

But, if there was any wager for the smart money, Zedd had the feeling it had more to do with all those space bug queen memories settling into the back of his skull. “Four each. Jane…” His sister stood nearly at attention beside him, arms folded and bright-red N7 armor already on.

“Jane, I’m going to have you take Garrus, Ashley, and Liara.” John put a hand flat down on the table. “Zedd, Tali, and Kira, you’re on me.”

A pair of slender arms came around his waist from the side, the smell of blueberry shampoo wafting up into his nose. Kira… She’d been especially touchy-feely since the Noveria op had come to a close and Zedd wasn’t all that surprised about the why. “You know I missed ya real bad, right?” 

“I know, Blue.”

“Real bad.” She murmured the words into his coat, gripping him tighter. “Like, I started up convos with Joker bad.” Stuck aboard the whole mission, doing nothing but watching feeds and playing games on her omni-tool had, by her own account, done everything short of made her lose her mind.

Now, though, her face was nuzzled deep into his chest, blue hair in his face and that blueberry smell even stronger in his nose with him dropping a kiss on the crown of her head. “That’s a cry for help.”

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