A message from an old "friend"

You searched for a good 20 minutes before sighing, it seems that it was a rather slow day in Omega. Usually just about anyone could find even a shitty job as a courier or lookout and yet even those jobs seemed absent.

Just as you were to log off a ping alerts you to a message, praying to the spirits that this is a job you open the message.

The sender is none other than your old "friend" Garrus Vakarian.

You two lived next to eachother on Palaven and became friends during childhood, as most of these friendships often do unfortunately the two of you drifted apart over the years and eventually stopped talking, if you asked him it'd be because you chose to be a merc and him an officer of the law but in your opinion you think he's just still mad you banged his sister.

Reading through the message you find yourself rather shocked at it's contents, Garrus has apparently gotten himself into some deep shit concerning the Collectors, Cerberus and even the first human spectre.

Sitting back in your chair you take a breath, in truth you still don't really believe what he's mainly since the human spectre died over a year ago and yet something told you he wasn't lying, after all he'd have to be serious if he was contacting you after all this time.

Sighing you look over your options, on one hand if you accept it could be one hell of a job and would probably pay more than anything on Omega but in the other hand its likely incredibly dangerous.

After a moment you decide to...