"Okay," Garrus breathes, "This plan isn't working."
"An understatement that is quite correct," Mordin says, stroking his chin, "Ah. Miscalculated, we have. Mm. Problem. Big problem. Red hair, blue eyes. We've brought down great wrath upon ourselves."
Garrus stares at him.
"I shot Asuka, didn't I?" he asks.
"Worse. The Asuka that the Rei we encountered considered her and I quote 'bestest best friend."
They look up. Eight equidistant ventilation covers line the domed ceiling. Mordin shrieks, backing away, his brown skin fading into white. Garrus pulls out his pistol and shoots each one, fusing them in place.
A pale white fist bursts through one, then another, red eyes glowing through each closed cover. Garrus picks up Mordin and slings him over his shoulder, running through the doors on the other side of the room as Unit 02's fist finally breaks through, feeling around the room as the girls begin to enter.
Bursting through the doors, Garrus runs, Mordin still screaming as Garrus shuts and locks every door behind them, running with impressive speed through the corridors, winding through as he engages his tactical cloak and runs until they read a pitch black room. Locking the door, he activates his omnitool.
Cameras sputter and die, a stream of junk data shot into the MAGI to mask their position.
"Okay," he says, "I think we lost them."
He and Mordin look out across the empty, massive room. Presumably, this is one of the launch bays. Large, green metal walls, rails leading to the surface, well lit...
Scratch that. Lights short out, plunging the room into darkness.
"Heee~ey."
The voice is light, squeaky. The voice of a little girl.
"Mordin?"
"Terrified. Beyond capacity for rational thought."
"Suggestions?"
"Bend over. Kiss ass goodbye."