ButtsnBalls

Mass Effect: Second Vigil

	DEBRIEF◢ Havana, Cuba April 10, 2187 Windy, 20°C

Captain Riley couldn't believe what she had heard. A group of freelancers took out the Tenth Street Reds? Impossible. The Reds eluded both the alliance and Bragus Thul's enforcers for over a month, and now they just folded to a bunch of newcomers?

Solveig and Lizbeth sent Riley footage of SRN's raid; the captain was speechless. And at Sol's urging, she agreed to pick them up.

Shortly before Riley arrived, Outcast called back after being away for more than thirty minutes.

"I lost Banes!" Outcast radioed in. "Tell your friends at the spaceport to watch out for-"

Then Riley's M-080 APC pulled up to the front of the meat plant.

"Watch out for what?" Riley and her squad strode in. "Don't tell me you let them go, Wistrom."

"Like how she let this guy go?" Lizbeth pointed out the quarian hostage.

"I can hear you, you know." Riley quipped as her squad ripped Weisman out of his suit and tied up the quarian.

Turns out, Banes did get away through the spaceport. While Riley and some of her team went to the meat plant, a cloaked figure slipped through the less guarded perimeter. When they returned to the spaceport control tower, one shuttle had taken off without authorization. Surveillance cam footage showed only one person flying it: Armistan Banes. Thankfully, he didn't steal SRN's shuttle.

What followed was nearly three hours of debriefing. It started in the infirmary, where medics worked on the team's injuries as Riley made them talk through events of the night. About an hour in, Zenn and Nadara were allowed to leave for hospital care, if they wished.

Nadara only suffered a flesh wound on her shoulder. She got a sling for safety, though she should be swinging her arm as normal in a few days. Zenn, on the other hand, developed a minor calf infection. Thanks to quick actions from Sevipia, it was contained below his knee. However, Riley's medics had little quarian antibiotics available. This meant Zenn had to heal the old-fashioned way. His calf would be hurting for weeks unless...

...Kenn's crew provided the antibiotics! Surely enough, those quarians scrappers kept a better stocked medical crate. With the antibiotics administered, Zenn would recover as quickly as Nadara.

For the others, Riley wanted no details spared of their experiences. After hearing all of it, even a grizzled veteran like Riley was thoroughly disgusted by what the Reds' did. Still, she was glad to have Weisman locked up and the stolen T-5V suit back to its rightful owners. Weisman's bounty was transferred to SRN; each member of the team received 1200 credits (after processing fees).

Back to Kenn and his crew. As agreed upon, the quarians would be released for providing intel on the Reds. They became SRN employees, who would assume liabilities for their actions and deduct their initial wages to pay for damage caused by their looting. However, the snitch, who had ran from Riley straight into Reds captivity, was not included in the agreement. Riley didn't care for this one quarian, but Kenn and the others would absolutely not have the snitch back. In the end, Riley simply took the snitch's credits as fine and released them.

"Thank you, Zenobia! Thank you, SRN! Thank you, Captain Lee'Riley vas Wiley!" Kenn rejoiced at his freedom.

"And I suppose you too." He added for Solveig.

"No thanks to you." Kenn waved the snitch off.

Toward the end, Riley inquired about Outcast. They hadn't shown since driving off after Banes, only leaving two messages.

Outcast:
I can't be around the military; we may have misunderstandings.

Outcast:
I will tell you everything when you're not being watched.

Riley figured it was not worthwhile to prod further regarding Outcast. There were countless individuals with unknown pasts, and this one posted no threat to the alliance. She was, however, concerned about Banes. According to Riley, Banes was an undercover alliance asset presumed to have perished four years ago. Him resurfacing and masterminding the Reds was worrying. Riley said she would forward the reports directly to Admiral Singh.

Before letting the SRN team go, Riley pulled Solveig aside for an "alliance business chat".

It was noon when the team left Havana Spaceport. The immediate concern for some was Katya and Janiri. Riley's medics could not make any progress with them, and going through Havana's hospitals and clinics, neither could anyone else. The diagnosis was coma with possible brain damage, the prognosis was uncertain and the only treatment was "wait and see".

Eventually meeting back at Meliá Resort, the team found Lizbeth playing with Ranger in the courtyard. Ranger made a beeline for Zenn.

"I took care of the van business with Saneamiento; SRN's insurance partner will cover the repair." Lizbeth passed a dog toy to Zenn. "Lucky any of you didn't have to break the news to them. They're already not happy with Ranger relieving himself on their carpet."

Further inside the resort, the normalcy was staggering. Some guests were just waking up from a wild night of partying. All of them went about their day with no idea that an organ trafficking gang had been taken out in a explosive firefight. The cigar lounge was exactly as it were yesterday, wood furniture, classic decor, plush sofas and sitting on one was...Outcast?

Wearing a long hooded coat similar to the one worn by Amina, Outcast browsed a datapad with a glass of rum and case of cigars on the side table. Both the liquor and cigars were untouched. Approaching Outcast, the SRN team could finally see the face under the hood. It was a tangle of damaged implants among twisting scars; the sum of which could barely be called human.

"I imagine you have questions." Outcast's unfiltered voice was deep and guttural. "Let's start with my real name: Randall Ezno."

Randall, as they, or he ("it doesn't matter") was called, was a cerberus infiltrator. Having escaped horrific experiments on a secret research station (the source of his implants), Randall spent majority of the war hunting down the station's director. In the process, they passed on whatever they could to the alliance.

"Some call me a war asset," Randall recalled, "but others say a cerberus is always cerberus."

Toward the end of the war, Randall finally located and neutralized the director. But searching through the director's files, Randall found they weren't the last to receive such "upgrades". Sure, cerberus introduced reaper implants to its rank and file. But this special package, designed to give superhuman prowess and even confer biotic capabilities to those not born with them, was extremely rare. The director had a short list of candidates passed down from the Illusive Man himself.

"Most of them, including a squad leader codename 'Rogue', who has a preference for burst-fire rifles, were unavailable or KIA." Randall's eerily bright blue eyes glanced toward Amina. "But one has completed the procedures and is active in the field: Armistan Banes."

That's how Randall ended up on earth; Banes' last known assignment was aiding the Illusive Man's Citadel coup. When the crucible fired, many of Randall's implants fried, horrifically disfiguring them yet somehow sparing their life. This wasn't the case for all cerberus members, but it must've also been the case for Banes.

"Banes isn't working alone, and it's not just hired thugs like the Reds." Randall noticed. "Someone must be backing him up right now. How can one ex-cerberus agent gather enough credits to pay off the Reds and have the connections to broker a deal with the Blood Pack?"

Even so, Randall stated they would rather track Banes alone. Putting the SRN team on his trails would quickly alert Banes, and without knowing how the full extent of Bane's resources, they could blunder into another ambush.

Before leaving, Randall answered a few lingering questions.

"Like how I gained anonymous access to SRN?" Their deformed face curled up to something resembling a smirk. "I gave the director's data to the president of SRN. Your boss said it's a good trade."

With their business concluded, SRN team members enjoyed one free day in Havana. Then, on the 12^th, a priority email came.

ENCRYPTED - BIOMETRIC VERIFICATION REQUIRED

From: Charles Saracino
To: Elizabeth Baynham, Zenn'Valin vas Konesh, Amina Galal, Zenobia Vartius, Solveig Wistrom, Nadara V’Lanis, Kysar Proctus, Sevipia Paetmus
Re: Immediate Reassignment

Greetings,

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Charles Saracino, recently appointed president of SRN. My callsign is "Regent".

It is regrettable not being able to close the deal with Dr. Jelize. Though Dr. Baynham has informed me that she managed to convince Dr. Jelize to keep SRN as an option for future employment.

I have read Dr. Baynham's report of the events that transpired in Havana. Please accept my sincere condolences on the passing of four team members; their sacrifices in making earth a better place will be remembered.

However, there are deep concerns regarding hostile forces encountered during your assignment. I am sure "Outcast" has explained the dangers posed by Armistan Banes. The ambush orchestrated by Banes confirms my suspicion that SRN has been compromised. We cannot let Banes and his co-conspirators subvert our growing network.

Therefore, I ask all current team members to report to my headquarters at Svalbard ASAP. It is best to meet in-person for confidentiality. In addition, there is a state of the art hospital in Longyearbyen staffed by renowned doctors across the galaxy; we will find a way to help Lt. Cmdr. Serova and Specialist Danya.

Sincerely,

Charles Saracino
President, Sol Restoration Network

Lizbeth was quick to comment.

Egghead:
Welp, guess we're parting ways.

Egghead:
I got another email, and a promotion to manager of the SRN branch here in Havana.

Egghead:
Feels like all of you got the short end of the stick; tropical paradise to a frozen rock?

Egghead:
Just wanted say, it was a joy working with you all. We make a great team.

Egghead:
Watching that raid was quite a show. I went through two bags of popcorn. Almost puked in one...

Egghead:
Uh, forget what I just said.

Egghead:
Anyone wanna go grab a drink to celebrate. Nadara? I know this cool cabana bar.

Egghead:
BTW, Zenn, take Ranger with you, ok? That dog really likes you.

What Are You Listening To?

Mass Effect: Second Vigil

CLEAN UP◢ 0200, April 10 @High Casual@Shu@Auz@Shift @Awesomoman64@Bonnie@KaiserElectric

Sevipia gave the turian equivalent of a thumbs up. She tapped the side of her helmet, indicating her ears are still ringing from the explosion.

The turian’s head dipped as he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “Thank the Spirits.”

Standing back up, he offered his hand to help Sev up. “We still have to save the quarian!” He yelled, using his free hand to do his best impression of a quarian’s mask, hoping to make the girl smile.

And she did smile at Kysar's almost comedic impression. Sevipia accepted his hand, and proceeded toward Zenn.

Zenn kept his hand pressed tight against his wound attempting to prevent any more bleeding. Any minute now Sev would round the corner, tell him the plan worked, then patch him up. At least that’s what he was trying to tell himself before he heard the rockets explode in the lobby. Panic started to set in as he began to wonder if he may have given Sev bad intel and gotten the turian killed. He did his best to hold the grim thoughts at bay, a task that grew harder with every passing second, until he was finally put at ease by the sight of Sev and Kysar emerging from the lobby. Sev quickly applied Medi-Gel and properly dressed the wound. Time would tell if they were fast enough to prevent any infection, but at least whatever had started would become any worse.

Kysar paced back and forth as Sev looked over the quarian. Banes had fled the scene, as well as several members of Reds being let go by his comrades. Something clawed at him from deep inside the pit of his stomach, gnawing and biting, the Turian couldn't stand still.

His quest for vengeance had fallen short. Too many would live to see another day without righteous retribution and with the governments of those left in disarray, who knows what they'd get up to. He paused as Zenn left, massaging his temples with a single hand. A King Kong sized headache wasn't helping, his skull was being drummed upon from the inside out. It was all but impossible to think straight.

"I just don't get it!" He growled to no one in particular, "Why did we have to let so many go?" The Turian's eyes narrowed as he caught Weisman in his peripherals.

"I made a promise."

Marching over, Kysar brandished his rifle. Who knew how many shots it would take to penetrate the gang bosses armour but the Turian had nothing but rounds and time.

"What are you doing?" Sev called out. "Venator?"

The turian strode on without missing a single beat as the pitter patter of lighter feet caught up to him. Grabbing him on the arm, the medic asked him again, "What do you think you're doing?"

Her voice was stone, an unyielding tone that demanded an answer. "I made a promise, Godmother!" Kysar replied.

"So what? Do you think you're the only one who lost someone today? They were my team too Kysar, and Solveig's. It doesn't give you the right to just do as you please."

Venator shrugged off the other turian's hand and took another step towards Weisman.

"If you really want to do them a service, then that man, for all his evils, is the only way we all find out the truth." Sev's voice softened as Kysar raised his rifle. "Please."

"Gah fuck's sake!" Lowering the gun, Venator swivelled on his heels, storming off in the opposite direction.

"Where are you off to now?" Sev asked.

"To make sure everyone makes it home."

As Solveig walked with the hostage from the freezer, she glanced down at Weisman, and then at the back of Kysar. She hesitated as she and the hostage came closer, her hand twitched nervously as she felt the urge to address him. With her eyes to the floor, she spoke loud enough for him to hear. "Hard to kill people... Harder to not kill monsters, but... the right thing." Her nervous glance trailed upwards but she broke it before she met his eyes, motioning for the hostage to sit with the others while she took a more hurried pace to Katya.

Kysar paused, tilting his head towards the N7 operative. The two hadn't really spoken since either of them had rejoined SRN. Was he angry with her? Did he blame her for leaving? Would her being there had even made a difference or would she be another victim the turian was about to prep for evac?

Too many thoughts and questions, this whole thing had been too much. As she scurried off Kysar took a deep breath in. He wanted to say something, thank her for her help, tell her to look after Katya. Something, anything. The turian exhaled, his mouth grimacing as Solveig disappeared. He nodded in solace with her statement, even if she didn't know it, and continued on.

Amina walked into the lobby, her Vindicator hanging loose in her right hand and a disgusted look etched over her face. I had him! she cursed to herself. All she could do now was hope that Outcast could catch him in the jeep.

If they don’t ride off together wherever they were going…

Amina still did not trust Outcast in full. Sure, they had helped them get here and sure they had been a part of the attack. But what had they really done? Amina hadn’t watched the mysterious figure like a hawk obviously, and she wondered just what all was at play on Outcasts side of the table tonight.

Am I just overthinking this? What if my suspicions are sorely misplaced? I need to talk to Lizbeth about this Outcast. Later. Right now I’m just too fried.

Amina looked around the room. Everyone looked bushed and the Lobby was a scorched mess from the shooting and explosions. Zenn despite the hit earlier seemed to be fine. The other Turian, Kysar, looked like he wanted to pummel down a wall with his bare fists. Amina looked down at the defeated Weisman, her eyes drifting to the Geth weapon nearby. With a shrug to herself as much as anyone else she shouldered her Vindicator and stepped forward, reaching down for the heavy weapon.

Amina had seen these near the end of the war, the Geth assisting in the battle for Earth had deployed them against Reaper ground forces. She remembered they packed a bell of a punch too. No shame in it since no one else seems to want it.

“I’ll go check around.” Amina announced, heading back through the door she came in - brandishing her new toy.

As soon as Nadara applied the medi-gel Zenobia offered, she felt relief from the gunshot wound to her shoulder. It was enough for the pain to subside for the moment, but if she wanted to regain full use of her right arm, she would need to be seen by proper medics.

Sevipia was busy enough tending to Zenn and the other hostages that had yet to awaken from the comas the Reds had surely induced. And for what purpose? She thought to herself, holding back a shudder as she released the asari hostage from her bonds and carried her over to where others had laid the other unresponsive hostages. What animals, the human gang had been. From how Amina had described the slaughtering room she’d emerged in, the Reds demonstrated not an ounce of mercy on their victims. What’s worse, they’d revived Reaper methods and equipment. Having participated at the very top of society for numerous species—come to think of it, it was highly unlikely the Vorcha even had an upper class, much less any class at all…—and from her stint in the asari military, Nadara was accustomed to rubbing elbows with nefarious types, but she wasn’t certain she’d encountered such blatant disregard for life before now, discounting the Reapers, of course.

Her gaze fell on Weisman, the Red’s “boss” and her eyes narrowed. She had a hunch the fellow that was able to escape—Banes was it?—had been the true puppeteer, but Weisman deserved as much retribution as was possible to give for his role in leading these degenerates. While Nadara didn’t understand the weight Kysar, Solveig, or Sevipia felt from losing their team to the man, she did understand justice. If he didn’t present such a precious opportunity to obtain information about everything that had transpired, Nadara might have argued in favor of Kysar getting his revenge on the man. Sevipia’s medical ethics be damned.

As it was, the medic was able to calm him down, and Solveig’s words had their own effect. The air in the room was heavy, and not just because the stench from unknown numbers of decaying bodies still lingered. Goddess, when was the last time she’d showered? Thankfully, her helmet filtered the majority of the stench.

Amina came to a doorway, weapon raised. The door was locked, Amina carefully reaching out to switch the lock off and slide the door open. The door shrieked metallically as it opened making her hair stand on end. Amina took three steps inside when she heard a crashing to her left. She turned sharply, Geth weapon raised and was met by a surprised cry.

“Ack! Please, don’t shoot!”

Standing in the corner of the room was an asari wearing a white dress uniform caked in dust and dirt. The asari was plastered back against the wall, arms raised defensively and a terrified look on her face. Amina lowered her weapon to her hip but said nothing, keeping her eyes on the asari.

“Who are you?” the asari asked shakily, “You don’t look like any of those thugs I have seen. I… heard all the shooting… the explosions…”

“My squad and I cleared the Reds out. We’re securing the facility now while we figure out what to do next.” Amina said roughly.

“Who are you with? The Alliance? Are you mercenaries?” the asari asked, deeming it safe to lower her hands even as she remained against the wall.

“Who are you?” Amina countered, eyes steely.

“Me? Well… I’m Zelifa D’Veo, renowned chef and owner of D’Veo’s Finer Culinary School on Thessia.”

Amina was taken aback. “What’s an asari chef doing on Earth and at a time like this?” she asked, one eyebrow arched sharply.

“Well,” Zelifa said, “I was here on Earth before the war broke out scouting to hopefully open a new school on the human homeworld. Needless to say when the Reaper things attacked I was… stranded here.”

“How did you end up with the Reds?” Amina inquired suspiciously.

“It wasn’t my wish, they did have me locked in this room for a reason after all. To make a long story short let us just say I was captured by them after the Reapers were wiped out and they wanted me to be a part of this… this slaughterhouse operation of theirs. It’s been… a terrible experience. Honestly I think they were just a hair away from killing me.”

Amina nodded slowly, eyes downcast.

“Can you get me out of here?” Zelifa asked, striding forward arms out. “I… really want to leave and I assume since you and this squad of yours killed all these thugs you are safer company than they are.”

“Bold assumption.”

Zelifa shrugged almost defeated.

Amina sighed, “Come on.”

As others shuffled off to perform various functions, Nadara decided she should investigate as well, and stumbled into a room of shipping crates of what appeared to be salarian organs. Sitting on a nearby table was a datapad along with a shipping manifest. From a quick overview, Nadara discovered the Reds had been luring salarians to Havana on the extranet, advertising an all inclusive travel package that even she would have been interested in, though the marketing and branding could be polished. As it was, they were able to abduct over a dozen salarians alone through this scam. The datapad held a number of messages between Weisman and Banes, revealing that it had been the latter who’d introduced the opportunity to sequester the salarian organs for sale to the Blood pack, further confirming Nadara’s earlier suspicions on Banes being the ultimate mastermind.

Weisman:
The blood pack? Wouldn’t anyone else be interested?

Banes:
Best prices.

Weisman:
Too good to pass up. Suppose I can accept these terms.
They won't be coming after us with allied sanctions.

Banes:
I’ll finalize the deal, prepare the shipments.

Weisman:
Aight. We still have the alliance to worry about…

Nadara continued scrolling through the files on the datapad until she reached a request form from a Blood Pack member specifying the salarian livers were “best served raw, as fear adds spice”, along with a response from the Reds, confirming the victims were kept conscious while being disemboweled. Her stomach rolled uncomfortably, and Nadara quickly shut off the datapad and placed it face down on the table. That was more than enough information.

A final look at the crates before she regrouped with the others to notify them of her find revealed one final piece of this monstrous puzzle. A sticky note on one of the crates revealed that at least one shipment was marked for experiments on “vorcha longevity”, whatever that meant. Nadara didn’t want to know the methods.

"...the hell?"

Zenobia had been busy setting up the stolen explosives to deal with the last of the dragon's teeth, and her traipsing through the facility to find the required combustibles (and perhaps find a hidden enemy to fight) had brought her to the room with the shipping crates. The smell was too familiar to make her stomach turn, though not for lack of trying. Her hand ran over the shipping containers one by one, until she spotted the datapad lying face down on the table. She hesitated, before turning it over and daring to read the contents.

She spent so long inside that her teammates were probably concerned that she hadn't rejoined them yet. Bracing herself on the table as the words spun in her head, drawing ragged, shuddering breaths that turned into a dark chuckle. She rapped her knuckles on the tablet, before slamming her fist down hard, shattering it on the table. She ran her hand across her brow, unintentionally smearing it with blood from her hand as she strode out of the base, the corners of her mouth twitching as unpleasant childhood memories rushed through her head. Emerging from the building without her usual bombast, she spotted the encounter with their hostage as Kysar was talked down.

Were she perhaps the same teenager that found herself subject to the Blood Packs and their accomplices back on Omega, things would have gone differently for the instigator of this little operation. Maybe she'd have that chance with the boss, but for now...well, she wasn't going to be any nicer to their captive then the other turian was.

“I found someone.”

Amina and the asari chef entered the lobby, Zelifa standing uncomfortably close to Amina’s side.

“Oh, my…” Zelifa‘s right hand clapped over her mouth as she surveyed the armed group and the scattered bodies before her.

As Nadara approached the lobby, Amina entered from the opposite end accompanied by a third asari. Nadara’s eyes widened and she removed her helmet, the momentary shock from an unexpectedly familiar face providing sufficient buffer from the disturbing smells. At least, for the moment.

“By the Godess, is that Zelifa D’Veo? Whatever is a celebrity chef doing in such a rancid place as this?” While Nadara had never been acquainted with the galaxy renowned chef, she had obviously heard of her, and even had the occasion to sample some of the asari’s legendary dishes. They were divine, to say the least. Though, now that she really took in the sight of her, Nadara realized Zelifa had quite let herself go. Were those… stains? How unseemly for one of her stature.

“Yes, it is I…” Zelifa said nervously, partially moving her hand from her face. “This… facility… was certainly not my first choice of places to be.”

The asari choked back a soured lump in her throat, “Or… Goddess… even the last.”

“She was locked up. She said the Reds captured her and tried to make her partake in the goings on here.” Amina said.

“Ah, well that explains it then, though how they would have been able to capture you is another story entirely,” Nadara said, turning from Amina back to Zelifa. “Once you’ve had a chance to rest, we would love to hear more. Perhaps… over a well crafted meal, even?” Nadara’s tone was hopeful. It had been ages since she’d sampled the chef’s delicacies and it would be just the treat to end the sour note this entire mission had turned out to be.

“I… uhm… we shall see. Perhaps yes. Right now I just want a nice bathing, new clothes, and a safe place to stay. My appetite is somewhat… culled for the time.” Zelifa said pinching at her nose.

“You and me both, I assure you. And on that note…” Nadara placed her helmet back on.

With the job completed, the group split off to tie up any loose ends that remained. While he wasn’t in shape to help with hostages or move about much, Zenn offered to take a look at the van now that he could at least stand.

“I've scrapped and repaired literal space crafts in worse condition than this. A crashed van should be a piece of cake!” Zenn reasoned. He limped out of the lobby and to the damaged vehicle. He managed to pry the hood open and began to inspect the engine. By the time everyone else was done wrapping up their last tasks, he closed up the hood and rejoined the group. He walked over to the nearest piece of furniture and began using it as a towel for the grease that covered his hands.

“So. Bad news. The radiator is smashed. I could probably patch it, but I can't exactly replace the radiator fluid it lost. On top of that most of the spark plugs are shattered, the battery is cracked, and that’s just the damage I could see. If I crawled under it I might find more, but I think it’s safe to say there’s nothing I can do.

Good news, air filters were still clean. So they won't have to worry about changing those…"

"Whew, close one, wasn't it?" Zenobia said with unsettling calmness to Weisman, coming up behind him. "Good thing you're useful, and it's lucky he wants to get to you first."

She lowered herself so her breath could almost tickle his ear. "Cute operation you had here. Reminds me of the ones back home. Seeing this practice alive and well, all happening because of people like you, well...that just gives me so many ideas. Maybe me and my friend will share some notes."

Zenobia reached around and patted Weisman on the cheek, leaving a faint bloody handprint and nothing else. Her fingertips singed with biotic energy as she fought every urge she had not to claw her hand and dig in until the screaming stopped.

"Don't be a stranger," she said with forced sweetness, striding to the van without a glance back. "Dragon's teeth are taken care of, now where's our ride out of here?"

"Wraith's got that covered." Lizbeth answered. "Hope you like seeing Captain Riley again."

Mass Effect: Second Vigil

	BOSS FIGHT◢ Windy, 18°C @High Casual@Shu@Auz@Shift @Awesomoman64@Bonnie@KaiserElectric

Heavy footsteps on epoxy floor, rattles of equipment through the corridor. and noises of eezo-assisted actuators. The Reds made their presence known.

Up front were three average looking humans, all of whom were equipped with shoddy gear and red armbands. One was a soldier with a vindicator rifle and a harness loaded with molotov cocktails. The second one was a vanguard protected by biotic barrier and carried a baseball bat wrapped in electrified wires. Finally, an engineer was pushing a dolly loaded with a bound hostage.

At the back of the group was the person assumed to be Banes. His gear was in much better shape than the Reds'. His weapon was an M-358 Talon. His armor was sleek and unmarked; in fact, it was very similar to Outcast's armor.

In the middle was Weisman himself. Decked out in a refurbished T5-V battlesuit with crimson stripes, the Reds boss was an imposing figure over two meters tall. Unlike his minions' second-hand weapons, Weisman lugged around a fully-functioning geth spitfire.

They were ready for a fight, but when the Reds entered the lobby, they found none. All they found were two dead gang members and a shattered orb.

"No!" Banes quietly exclaimed at the scene, but he was completely ignored by the Reds in front.

Weisman commanded his three goons forward. Pushing the dolly with one hand and gripping a pistol in the other, the engineer was flanked by a Red on each side. The hostage tied to the dolly was a sturdy-looking asari, dressed in a mix of farm gear and recently scrubbed eclipse kit. She did not appear to be conscious.

"In awe at the size of this lad..." Lizbeth whistled. "Heh, I mean, try lighting their wannabe soldier on fire? Those bottles look volatile."

Just a few steps inside the lobby, the Reds' radio buzzed.

"Uh, boss, there's nothing back here." The duo that split off reported.

Solveig smirked at the two goons meeting her ruse. The next thing they'd meet would be the cold slap of a cryo bullet. Shot one landed, the blur of the scope made it hard to see whichever one it was. "What the fuck is this gun?" She asked, exasperated as she tried her best to line up the second shot.

As she pulled the trigger, something happened inside of it, and the cold that was supposed to fire out fired off inside instead - freezing through the chamber until the whole thing just shattered in her hands, leaving behind a cloud of powdered snow and chunks of rifle. "Okay, what the fuck? Maybe we have a problem Lizbeth, one more motherfucker just ran in. Gun exploded, it's like Santa Claus' grotto in here. I'm heading down."

"You froze the one with the grenade launcher!" Lizbeth confirmed. "Zip down that cable, Wraith, and you might intercept the second one."

Amina peeked around a corner at the group of thugs, Zenn close by. Perfect, she thought. The Reds were bunched together with little interval between them. She reached for a flashbang, nodding at Zenn as she readied it to throw. The position of the hostage made things risky, but if they executed this right along with Nadara and Zenobia they could mow the Reds down in less than thirty seconds with no harm to the captive. The leader in the battlesuit might be difficult to bring down so they needed to focus on dropping the cronies before going for him - thin the ranks.

Amina inhaled sharply, grenade primed in her hand. Leaning around the corner she drew her arm back and threw, the flashbang flying through the air and plunking down perfectly in the midst of the Reds. Amina dropped back behind the corner and covered her ears.

“Grena-!”

The flashbang exploded, the ear-splitting sound cutting through the air as the flash lit up the lobby. Amina could hear the pained and confused shouts of the enemy. She stood back up, reaching for her rifle as the fight kicked off.

Amina's flashbang landed slightly ahead of the Reds. This meant the three goons caught the brunt of the effect, completely blinding them and making them flail about aimlessly. Weisman seemed less disoriented. He only covered his helmet visor with one hand and shook his head to recover his vision. Banes was too far back. Though the flashbang took his focus away from the broken orb.

Peaking around the corner, Zenn made a mental note of where each enemy was positioned and began to prioritize his targets. The engineer pushing the hostage had to be the first to go. The other soldiers would be too occupied with getting to cover to stop and grab the dolly. Giving the team an opening to secure the hostage and allow them to really cut loose. With his target chosen, Zenn pulled back and readied his M-97 Viper. He looked to Amina, who was already holding a flashbang and waiting for his signal. A classic opener to ensure they took the Reds by surprise. He nodded back to her and watched as she tossed the grenade into the room and waited for it to detonate.

The moment he saw the flash of light emanate from the lobby accompanied by the deafening bang, Zenn pivoted out for cover and aimed down his scope. The engineer had not moved far from Zenn’s mental image and the quarian was able to immediately line up his crosshairs on the engineer’s helmet. He followed the engineer's wild failing until he was certain he could make the shot. He slowly exhaled to steady his aim, then pulled the trigger. The shot echoed through the lobby. A splatter of red mist confirmed the hit as the engineer stiffened up, then crumpled to the floor lifelessly.

Scratch one!”

Amina leaned back around the corner and raised her Vindicator, bringing her eye to the scope. She had noticed the one man carrying the Molotov cocktails and decided to try her luck. Finding her mark, Amina placed the dot of her scope on the still staggered thugs’ chest. She squeezed the trigger firing off a triple burst. The crapper armor of the Red did not protect him from the hit, all three rounds driving straight into his upper chest, however the Molotovs did not explode - the shot hitting too high. The Red collapsed, Amina ducking back behind her cover.

In mere seconds, Weisman found two of his three underlings dead. Still a little disoriented, he went to grab the vanguard. But the vanguard's blind baseball bat swings caught Weisman square in the midsection.

Weisman shoved the vanguard to the front entrance, unaware of the fiery death he had just sentenced his minion to. Himself stumbled back awkwardly toward the reception counter; Weisman took a step too big for the powersuit motors and fell on his arse.

As the group of Reds entered the room, Nadara pinged Amina and Zenn who confirmed they were in position. Amina acted first. The flash was blinding and had Nadara and Kysar not been hiding behind the door, they might have even been affected by it. A warning would be nice in future, she thought. She would have been more annoyed if it hadn’t worked so well. All the lower ranking idiots were out of commission momentarily and the other two had been distracted well enough.

Zenn’s swift action following the flash bang was a work of genius. Targeting the enemy pushing the dolly that held her sim’re, he easily dispatched him, leaving a glaring opening. It was almost as if they’d planned it. The team was functioning better than she could have hoped given the mistakes from earlier.

Not wasting a second, Nadara used her biotic charge to reach the other Asari in seconds. Her smugness soon dissipated however, because it was only when she was surrounded by flailing enemies that Nadara realized she’d never performed a charge while carrying anyone before. Should she push the dolly or carry the Asari’s body?

The moment of doubt was enough for the enemy who’d been affected the least by the flash bang to take his aim on her. Nadara glanced back toward Kysar, who was already taking aim at the suited figure.

She would have been relieved had she not known how terrible his own aim had proven to be. And just as she anticipated, Kysar’s warp had little effect, taking only a small bit of the figure’s shields.

Out of options, Nadara pushed the dolly, frantically relying on the power of her own legs to run far enough away from them. As she did so, she put up a biotic sphere, covering both her and her sim’re.

It wasn’t enough to stop the overpowered shot from the suited enemy, whose sights had been trained on her from the instant she charged forward. Whatever ammo he was using, it was unlike anything Nadara had experienced before.

The bullet smashed through her sphere, shattering it, and continuing until it struck her right shoulder. Thankful that the sphere had likely slowed and affected the bullet’s trajectory, she made it to the other side of the room.

Nadara knelt beside the dolly with a hand on her shoulder. It wasn’t fatal, but it hurt like hell.

Damnit, Kysar!

Nadara had vaulted from their hiding spot before either of the two realised that Banes was unaffected by the flash bang.

Shit.

There wasn’t much time, the turian had to act quick. It was obvious from the look of his armour that Banes was shielded. Kysar lifted his wrist, lining up his omni-tool with enemy and fired.

A flash of light followed by several crackles of electrical bolts shot forth from the omni-tool. His wrist jolted from the malfunction, causing the overload to fire askew.

Ducking back behind cover as Banes released a volley of shots, the Turian swore once more. What was going on? How could he possibly have damaged his…

Kysar’s head dropped with the revelation. The van, the crash must’ve damaged his omni-tool. Peaking back over the cover, he caught the wounding of his comrade. The team member he had swore to protect, just as he had the members of his former squad. He failed her just as he had failed countless others. SRN members, his squad during the reaper wars, his own mother. The turian's head dropped lower as despair took hold. Bareface. Maybe they’d been right about him all along maybe…

“No…” he whispered, “No, fuck this and fuck them!” Anger bubbled forth like a viper shooting up from his stomach. His hands gripped his rifle harder than he’d ever done so. Things weren’t over, not until he said they were. Raising back just over cover he unleashed hell upon those left, emptying a whole thermal clip while screaming.

“Eat this you fucks!”

The vanguard, already pushed towards the door by their bumbling boss, got the hell out of dodge, breathing a sweet sigh of relief, for a moment at least.

Meanwhile, back in the tower - Solveig was to her feet on the approach of the window with the zipline. She supposed a good thing about the implant arm was that it could handle the cable without any pain to her actual body. As she readied herself for the drop, like a hawk she made sight of the other goon as he ran back out. "Oh... unfinished business," she said quietly before falling under her tactical cloak again and pushing off from the window.

The idiot was about to cross right under her - and the noise from inside the building drowned out that of the zipline. Either that, or he was just too damn stupid to notice.

At the point that they crossed, and before he was under her, Solveig let go and fell a few feet down until she landed on his shoulders with a quiet thud, her arm wrapped around his neck almost as fast and she pulled tight in a swivel until she felt the crack. At the next moment her feet met the ground and he dropped under her.

She hoped Lunatic had seen that, it seemed the kind of ridiculous stunt she'd have gotten a kick out of.

"Taken care of him. Back on ground."

"Whoa, good kill, Wraith. That's was straight out of-" Lizbeth's voice changed mid sentence. "Shit, Sunset's hit! Godmother, get to the front now!"

Zenobia was mad, yes. But she wasn't stupid. With a hostage out front her options were pretty damn limited; one wrong shockwave or lance, and it was game over. And with that vanguard out front with the damned bat, she couldn't punch her way that, even without the prisoner.

Ducking out just in time to avoid the flashbang, she peered back up over the barrier to see the hostage scurrying to safety. That opened her options up, and her eyes drifted to the crate of molotovs.

Oh boy, did she have an idea. Combat rolling over behind it, she waited for the guy with the bat to get into position before...

"Hey, who wants a light?" With a wicked laugh, she kicked the crate with a combined biotic push to send it flying into the vanguard. The immediate area burst into flames, chewing through his biotic barrier rapidly and forcing him to run screaming out of the inferno, right into Zenobia's clothesline as she dashed through the fire and into a flanking position, rapidly patting out a flame that stuck to her uniform.

"Going loud!" Zenobia cackles.

Amid the chaos, Banes' focus was singularly on the shattered orb. But the electric current from Kysar's omni-tool shook him from it. He ducked as overload flew wide, grazing him and chipping away a bit of shield. When he resumed his firing position, Banes' hands and his Talon pistol glowed with an azure shimmer, imbuing the pistol with warp ammo.

A loud bang and the crackle of biotic energy trails followed Banes' shot. Pellets ripped through Nadara's barrier and one of them found its way into her shoulder. Recoil kicked up the pistol like a mule, preventing Banes from a quick follow-up shot.

There would be no more shots to or from Banes. Shaking his head at Weisman's clumsiness, Banes suddenly turned invisible.

"Useless bastard!" Weisman cursed. "Don't you dare bugger off now, Banes!"

Banes' invisible form buggered off in the form of a biotic charge, through the back exit and narrowly missing Amina on the way. The gust of air was strong enough to stagger Amina, and when she recovered, Banes had already rounded the corner to the next corridor.

"Pissing wankers!" Weisman tried to get up, only to find the joints of his suit locked by Zenn's sabotage.

Zenn made sure Nadara was able to get the hostage out before he moved his crosshairs onto the next target; the soldier sporting a vindicator and molotovs. However, Amina was quicker on the draw and the quarian got a close up view of him being gunned down. If only she had that kind of aim when throwing. He thought to himself. Knowing the soldier was dead, he simply readjusted to the Vanguard, but before he could get that shot lined up, Weisman appeared in view and attempted to grab the guard. It was almost comical watching the head of this criminal organization stomp around in heavy duty gear just to get his torso caved in with a bat, then push his subordinate away only to slip and fall like the floor was just mopped. Combine all that with an enraged Kysar unloading a whole clip of suppressing fire that forced Banes to hide and the vanguard outside, and that left one of their main targets isolated and completely vulnerable. Time to lock in this bounty.

Zenn removed his left hand from his rifle, his omni-tool lit up as he thrust his arm towards Weisman. Nothing. Zenn looked down at his tool, back at Weisman, then back at his tool. What the hell was going on with this thing? He gave his omni-tool a tap with the end of his gun which seemed to do the trick. A blast of energy launched from his arm and collided into Weisman. Sparks zapped all around his battlesuit and it appeared as though he was fully restrained inside his own armor.

"Weisman is immobilized. Moving in to secure and capture." Zenn informed the crew as he moved from out of cover and slowly advanced towards Weisman. "Alright, Weisman. Just stay put and I promise I'll keep Venator from mounting you on one of those dragon’s teeth.”

"Go to hell!" With whatever little movement left in his arms, Weisman pointed his weapon toward Zenn.

“Vot…” Zenn’s stomach dropped as he found himself staring down the barrels of a geth spitfire. He knew all too well what they could do, and immediately turned back.

He could hear plasma bolts connecting with his shield and shredding everything around him as he raced through the doorway he came from. Just as he was about to round the corner, a sharp shot up from his left leg. The sudden shock while in a full sprint sent the quarian falling to the ground. His shields had given out, and one final shot had managed to nail him in the calf. It hadn’t done any major damage, just a flesh wound. But it had ripped right through his suit, leaving him with an open wound in an abandoned meat packaging plant turned reaper camp. Not exactly a sanitary environment. It was bad, but at least the spitfire had overheated before it could do anymore damage. Zenn used the time he had to crawl back to cover before pulling himself up against the wall and covering his wound with his hand.

“Damn it! I’m hit!”

“Godmother, I’ll be fine. Get to Shadow first!” Nadara shouted before even thinking, and once she realized what she’d said, she surprised even herself.

Why was Zenn’s predicament of higher importance than hers? Clearly, the shot to her shoulder affected her. It had been quite some time since she’d been hit with such powerful warp ammo. That brute must have a great biotic amplifier. If only he hadn’t vanished into thin air, dammit.

“Outcast get your ass back here Banes just escaped.” Under her breath she added, “You waste of space.” The fact they didn’t show themself before any of the Reds had registered, aside from the similarities between their suit and Banes’. Afraid of getting recognized?

There was a tinge of panic when Outcast replied to Nadara. "Escape to where? Rear gate? Moving to intercept."

Zenobia's omni-tool ringed with a gift. "Two dragon's teeth's rigged with explosives. Transferring remote detonation code to Lunatic."

“Wait!” Zenn responded to Nadara. He couldn’t hide the pain in his voice, but he managed to get the words out. “He’s focused on me… If Godmother can get into the lobby, then she can hit him with a neural shock… Won’t even see it coming… Keelah there better be some kind of dextro alcohol back at the hotel…”

“I’ve got Banes!” Amina shouted into her com. The others could take care of the Reds’ leader, the turian medic could handle the wounded - Amina was going after Banes. She ran down the hallway after the fleeing man, adrenaline surging through her veins as her boots clopped across the floor. Amina was a fast enough runner but she felt like she was soaring as she gave chase, she felt a pang of excited anticipation as she caught a glimpse of Banes rounding the corner ahead. She kept her rifle half raised, tempted as she was to grip it in one hand and lean forward, using her other arm to pump and help propel her ahead. The last thing I need is to whirl around the next corner and meet a gun in the face.

"Lizbeth, I have Banes on my left," Solveig spoke through the comms before launching out at him, landing a solid punch to his shoulder that sent him hurtling into a nearby cart. As he rose back up, she could see that his gear pouch had torn, sending data chips flying towards her feet. His comms console too, had shattered. It wasn't until she regained a breath she felt that he too had landed a retaliatory punch to her face. What followed was a quick, unintelligible spitfire of her mother tongue.

"Slowed him down, Rogue, you can catch him. Collecting the intel. I almost had him. He's fast. His punch could use some work, though."

Amina came around a second corner gun raised, Banes just meters ahead of her. Amina saw an overturned cart in the middle of the floor, bloody contents splattered across the concrete. Either Banes had tripped over it or slung it down behind him when he heard someone following - either way it was no obstacle.

“Freeze!” Amina shouted in the strongest voice she could muster. Banes did not even look back, prompting Amina to fire off a burst to the right of him which ricocheted off of a metal sink against the wall. Banes slid to a stop at the gunfire, not turning around.

“Drop your weapon or I will pop you in the back.” Amina commanded.

A clattering echoed in the corridor.

“Now kick it away.”

Banes did as instructed.

“Now on your knees.” Amina stepped forward over the overturned cart. Banes did not comply, standing still as a statue, arms at his side.

“I won’t tell you again.” Amina drew closer, less than twenty meters from Banes now. Banes glanced slightly to his left, there was a large shelf riddled with various items. “Don’t even-“

Banes dropped low, left arm shooting out as he grabbed a heavy meat tray from the shelf. He twisted his around, swinging his left arm as he turned and sent the meat tray flying. Amina’s finger was on the trigger as the meat tray struck across the side of her face. “Ow!” Amina shouted, her rifle firing off and sending three rounds streaking over Banes head. Banes scrambled to his feet and sprinted towards the end of the hallway. Amina felt her left eye swelling in the corner and fumbled to bring her rifle up to aim, by that time Banes had crashed through the rear exit - double doors flailing in his wake.

“Dammit!” Amina shouted, how could she have let him catch her off guard like that? She ran for the double doors, one hand pressed against her throbbing eye, as she heard an engine buzzing to life out back. Amina got outside just in time to see Banes streaking off on a motorbike. She fired two quick bursts at his back, neither bringing the fleeing Banes down.

“Banes is getting away!” Amina said breathlessly into her com, "He's on a motorbike!"

Back at the lobby, Godmother strode inside with her arc pistol raised. She had instructed her drone to care for Nadara, and at her recommendation, switched to Zenn instead. She delivered her neural shock toward the heavily armored foe sitting against the reception.

Energy collided against energy; Weisman's shield ate up the shock. With Zenn disappearing behind cover, he turned to the turian medic with two chilling words.

"Fire rocket!"

The T5-V suit's shoulder mounted launcher locked onto Sevipia. She fumbled to activate her barricade; it was too late.

A glowing shape flew across the room. Sevipia's drone intercepted the rocket before it reached her. Explosion shattered it to pieces. Sevipia was thrown back by the blast, but was otherwise unharmed.

Kysar had underestimated human ingenuity. He'd read first hand accounts of the Relay 314 Incident and despite human's themselves showing bouts of bravery and even honour, their tech was substandard. A weak point which the Hierarchy exploited to all but steamroll over them. Hell, even their most advanced ship was one intertwined with turian innovation and hardware.

This Weisman was obviously out of his element when it came to his powered armour but even still, the bastard was proving difficult to put down. Between Zenn's injury and his omni-tool being on the fritz, there wasn't much Kysar could do aside from trying to chip away at his shield. At least until Sev came along.

Successfully managing to remove the Red's leaders shield with a neural shock, both turian's celebrated, though it was a moment too soon. Retaliating with a rocket, Kysar eyes widened as his breath escaped him. He could do nothing but watch on as it honed in on the medic. His stomach fell through the floor as she failed to deploy her barricade in time, only to have her drone fly in at the last second.

As Sev clattered away in the explosion, Kysar lost it. A biotic aura exploded around him as he lept from his cover. Hitting Weisman with everything he had, he lifted the hunk of metal high into the air, screaming his lungs out as he did so. Finally, he ended it by rocketing the oversized tin can right back into the floor. Without so much as a second glance at the enemy, the turian bounded across to the medic.

"Godmother? Sev! Are you ok?!"

It was then Amina's warning came through their comms. Followed immediately by Outcast.

"Rogue, what? Never mind; I see him." Outcast wasted no time. "Going in pursuit in my jeep."

"They're just going!?" Lizbeth shouted in disbelief. "Uh, Lunatic, there might be two more Reds coming to you. Right flank, same direction as before!"

Zenobia's gaze shot to her right, and with a smirk she dashed off into the shadows, right as the two Reds burst onto the scene where she was moments ago. The two looked around feverishly for something to shoot before they heard something overhead; a slow, sinister chuckle.

"Hehehe...fresh meat..."

The hapless duo turned fearfully upwards to where Zenobia was perched on the crates overhead, a wicked smile on her face illuminated by the haunting glow of her biotics. Cast in shadows, she looked like a witch with an eldritch flame in her hands.

"Who wants to go first?" She let out a sinister cackle. "Hurry and decide...I want to see you two go pop like your precious boss!" She licked her lips as the two goons stood their shaking. "I bet you'll taste just as good, too..."

Very much not wanting to deal with this, the Reds dropped their guns and turned tail, Zenobia giggling with menace as she flipped her comms back on, still in her 'scary voice'. "I...took care of them..." she whispered playfully.

"Ha, I'm saving that one for the extranet!" Laughed Lizbeth. "Ahem, go patch up Sunset now please."

"Shit, on my way..." Zenobia leaps down from the boxes in a commando roll and runs up to Sunset, drawing her medi-gel pack. "Don't worry, you're not going on the menu yet." She....'reassures' her with a wink.

Nadara offered her a sultry smile, gladly accepting the medi-gel. “No? I don’t think I would’ve minded, if it was you.”

Zenobia is...pleasantly surprised by that reaction. "Duly noted~" she smirks.

Mass Effect: Second Vigil

	ENGAGE◢ Carne Fresca Matadero @High Casual@Shu@Auz@Shift @Awesomoman64@Bonnie@KaiserElectric

"Tower, we're under attack!" The dead lookout's omni-tool lit up; Solveig could hear the Reds' frantic radio chatters. "There's fighting right outside of the front door. What the hell is going on?"

"Uh, a really big group of them is heading to the front!" Lizbeth alerted.

That... wasn't good. From her crouched position, Solveig turned to the source of the sound. She had less than a second to decide how to handle this, and all she knew was that they couldn't afford to have more Reds breach flood in. She had an idea, sliding to the Omni-Tool, she picked up the still arm of its wearer and reminded herself for all doubts sake that right now, she wasn't Solveig, she was Tower.

"Yeah looks like a breach," Solveig stated into the Omni Tool to the Reds headed to the front. "I'm up here with clear shots," she added. Her voice and accent moderately different to that which was her normal. She had to sell it. This was the job, she told herself between sentences. The strange confidence of being someone else was slightly exhilarating.

"Got sight of another vehicle beyond the compound too, looks like they have something out there for a second wave.... Hold on!"

She took a shot down below, deliberately missing her team mates.

"If you've got a chance to -- you need to get out to that second truck or they're going to fuck us. I've got it from here compadre!"

Zenn paid no mind to the computers and reaper tech in the room as he was much more interested in the voices coming from behind a metal door. He moved swiftly and pressed his ear against the door. He kept his comms open specifically for Lizbeth to hear and hopefully record in case there was pertinent information being discussed. Unfortunately that audio would also feature the sound of an execution.

The quarian cursed under his breath when he heard the gunshot, but made no move to go inside. Not yet. He had learned his lesson with Outcast and instead pulled up his omni-tool to activate a Tactical Scan. With no designated target it couldn't provide any specific weak point data, but it did mark all unknown signatures within 20 meters. It would tell him exactly how many people were behind the door, and which direction they were headed.

Once Zenn had full confirmation he was clear, he got to work hacking the door open. It was a very basic encryption to break. It only took a few seconds for the door to unlock and slide open. Keeping a swift pace he moved through the door and towards the person they had shot. A quick scan would reveal if there were still any vital signs, or if he had to move on.

The room was a decontamination chamber, with white carbon fiber walls and shiny silver tables and chairs. Zenn's scan revealed three humans inside. One dead, one unconscious and one alive.

The dead human had a bullet hole in his forehead; blood leaked from it onto the floor. He wore the gear of a Citadel militiaman.

The unconscious human was tied up to a chair. She's in alliance-issued fatigues, but with no alliance insignias.

The living human is kitted in second-rate armor and a red armband like other Reds. This one was pacing anxiously with an SMG in hand. Hovering near the human was a drone.

It was too late for one of the humans. Zenn had hoped there was a chance the human had survived, but those bosh'tets made sure he was dead. It wasn't all for nothing, though. There was still someone else he could save and possibly that asari Weisman had mentioned. Although those were just the ones Zenn was aware of. He had to know for certain there wasn’t anyone else being kept here. And who would know that better than one of the guards stationed here. He just had to get rid of that drone and “persuade” them to tell him what he wanted.

Hidden by his cloak, Zenn crept further into the room and exchanged his rifle for his pistol. He stayed close to the carbon fiber walls doing his best to keep out of the guard's path as he waited for her anxious pacing to give him an opening. An opportunity presented itself when she turned her back on him to face the stairs the men from before had left from. With a smirk, he pointed his omni-tool at the drone and hit it with a sabotage. Nothing. The drone was unphased. Zenn looked down at his tool, then back at the drone, then back at his tool. That should have given him full control of the drone. Why wasn’t it working? Was it still recharging from the fence? He didn’t have time to sort out what the issue was, his cloak was seconds away from dropping, he needed to act.

Gripping his pistol tight, he aimed at the drone. A soft electrical whir of his pistol charging was the only warning they would get before he fired his weapon. The drone exploded as the bolt of energy collided into it. Zenn’s cloak faded revealing the quarian who now had his gun trained directly at the guard.

"Don’t move. Drop your gun. Kick it over here. Then stay perfectly still." Zenn ordered as plainly as possible. He was counting on everyone else to be too distracted with his team outside to notice the commotion he just made, and with any luck she would follow his instructions. But if not he was prepared to deal with her the same way he did the drone.

The guard froze in fear. She did as Zenn told.

He watched the Red carefully as she placed her SMG on the ground and kicked it away. Once she had completed the tasks, he spoke up again.

"Good. Now listen carefully. I'm in a bit of a hurry, and right now it would be faster if I just shot you. But if you can tell me how many prisoners you have and where you're keeping them all, then I can use the time you've saved me to not kill you. Deal?"

"Ok, ok, deal." The guard hurriedly nodded.

"You're looking at one here." She pointed to the unconscious blonde woman tied to the chair. "Boss Weisman took the asari with him as bargaining chip. That new Banes guy was experimenting on them, and him," the guard nudged toward the dead man, "with some creepy mind control orb."

"Uh, there's three more." The guard continued. "A cook in the mechanical room, across the hall; a safety inspector in the lobby; and a snitch in freezer, first floor near side entrance. Think cook and safety inspector are human. Snitch's a suit alien like you; a scrapper that had their crew busted."

"Shadow, there's no time for all of them." Lizbeth reminded Zenn. "You have to carry her out, and Rogue may need your help taking out those two that split off."

"Understood. I'll get her out immediately." Zenn replied to Lizbeth over the comm then turned his attention back to the guard.

"Deals a deal. Head through that door, out the open window, down the pipe, then go through the hole in the fence and run as far and as fast as you can. Don't try anything smart or I promise you are the only one who will regret it.” Zenn instructed the Red. He kept his pistol aimed and at the ready as she made her way out. Just as she reached the door, he gave her one instruction. "Oh, and do yourself a favor: find a new line of work. Preferably one where you are less likely to have a gun in your face.”

Once the door shut behind her, Zenn holstered his weapon and grabbed the SMG off the floor. He walked over to the unconscious human and set the gun in her lap while he attempted to get her to wake up. He snapped his fingers a few times and even lightly tapped her face. No response. If only there was a bucket of ice water or something, but with no other options it looked like the quarian was going to have to carry her out. That was going to make stealth much more difficult, not to mention any other possible encounters.

With no other choice he used his omni-blade to carefully slice through her restraints and lifted her out of the chair. The SMG he had hoped to let her use clattered to the ground as it no longer served any purpose to hold on to it. Once he felt he had a good grip he made his way toward the stairs Weisman and Banes had used before and radioed ahead to Amina.

“Shadow to Rogue, I’ve got one of the hostages but she’s out cold. I’m carrying her to your location now. Any obstacles I should be aware of?”

On hearing Zenn over the comms Amina felt a rush of relief. Good, the quarian was inside. The large packaging area remained empty but Amina could hear shouts from around and the continuation of the fighting outside. She decided it best to just hold position unless needed otherwise. If Zenn or anyone required help they would call for it.

What the?…

Amina looked to a large table nearby. At first she had not noticed it but now as she focused she saw what was clearly a body sprawled out across it’s smooth metal surface. Raising her rifle halfway Amina moved closer and saw the body for what it was; a salarian, completely naked and it’s torso split open. Green blood was puddled around the body and on the concrete floor. Upon a distanced inspection Amina could see that the salarians’ organs had been cleaned out and the body left laid out on the table - be that for further use of the corpse or the Reds simply had not had the chance to dispose of it yet Amina could not say. Amina felt her stomach churn as she stepped back, it was still upset from the lingering odor of the tunnel and this only agitated it further.

Amina looked down and noticed more blood stains on the floor. Mostly more green but also plenty of red as well. Organ harvesting? it would explain the miscellaneous body parts that were floating in the sewage tunnel. Whatever was going on they were going to shut it down and could figure this out later.

On a smaller table next to the salarian was a datapad. It contained shipment information:

>Destination: Europa
>Customer: Quash Hurgott
>Cargo: Delicacies - Preserved
>Payment: 9000 Credits - Prepaid

Proceeding further in this macabre room, Amina saw several humanoid-sized pods of reaper design. They were heavily damaged, but behind their transparent screens were half dissolved salarian skeletons. Acid leaked from some pods. The smell was absolutely rancid.

"I, I heard reapers used these to, to dissolve organics into raw materials." Lizbeth's shaking voice came through. She sounded very uncomfortable. "The Crucible broke them, but the Reds, they, they substituted the process with acid."

"I'm sorry," Lizbeth sighed, "this is...hard to watch."

“You do not have to tell me.”

Amina had fought in the war, she and the resistance cell she had been part of made numerous runs on Reaper installations and outposts. She had seen firsthand the heights of their technologies’ cruelty. Or so she had hoped. Processors where thousands of people were melted down at a time for their genetic material, indoctrination chambers, experimental labs filled with all kinds of abominations, there had been no end to the horrors.

This was too much. The smell and contents of the tunnel had already made her queasy, add this on top of that and wandering through a slaughterhouse geared with Reaper technology and Amina could not hold it in anymore. The operative leaned forward and emptied the minuscule contents of her stomach across the floor, cloudy, sour-smelling vomit spattered around her feet.

Come on, pull it together. Amina instructed herself after she had finished, spitting the last of the foul discharge from her mouth.

“Come on…” she said aloud, forcing her shaky knees to work as she stood up straight. Amina looked over the large pods and the attached technology, avoiding the deformed skulls of the salarians within. What are these idiots doing? Using Reaper tech like this? Using it period? Amina hoped that Zenn hurried up and arrived soon so they could finish off the Reds and then take this place down.

As soon as Amina's stomach emptied out, sounds of rushing footsteps came from the other side of the wall. Among them were the whirls of power armor servos.

"You just saw the second truck!?" Weisman's rant reverberated closer to Amina as he descended the stairs. "Sleeping on the job again, Tower, you lazy cunt! I swear, you'll-"

"On them Sir, yes!" Solveig replied hastily to Weisman. "Not sleeping -" she fired another fake shot, "pickin' em off Sir." She was in disbelief that he would bust her balls so much over it -- until she remembered that he wasn't actually her boss. At which point, she smirked.

"Ugh, you two, take care of it. And take the damn grenade launcher!" Clanking of heavy ammunition being exchanged could be heard with Weisman, followed by footsteps splitting off in opposite directions.

“The room I am in is secure,” Amina replied to Zenn, “but I hear voices and movement in the area around me. Hoof it if you can, but be careful.”

Amina had moved back away from the Reaper pods into the center of the large packaging area, weapon at the ready.

“I can come meet you if you need.” Amina added.

"Focus on the hostiles and other hostages." Lizbeth reminded them. "Godmother can handle the hostage."

The red armored turian medic sprinted across the meat plant halls. Surprisingly, there was absolutely no one in Sevipia's way. She took the unconscious human woman from Zenn. As her medical drone performed scans on her way back to the sewage tunnel, Sevipia reported the hostage was completely unresponsive but her heart was still beating; she might be in a coma.

“Get her to safety,” Amina ordered, “Shadow and I will get the others and be out right behind you.”

Once assured there were no other enemies charging toward them, Nadara stood and surveyed their surroundings. The entrance gate they had rammed through was a few feet behind them, the smoking trucks ahead and between the Red’s truck and the entrance to the facility were a stack of crates.

“Surely more will be sent to our location soon,” she said. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t explore a bit. Using her sword she easily opened the top of one of the crates and was immediately grateful she hadn’t followed her initial instinct to slice through completely. It would have spelled her doom.

“Molotov cocktails,” she notified the other two, her excited smirk evident in her tone.

“Let’s see what’s behind the facility doors before they arrive? If there’s anything like this loot, we’ll be well set for when they finally do show up.”

Nadara walked to the large double doors and found them to be unlocked. Now to see what was on the other side…

Kaya… Huszar… Kysar stood motionless as images and descriptions were passed through the comm channels. He could hardly call these beings his friends and yet, they were comrades in arms, no matter how brief their time together was. More than that, no one deserved this fate. To be tortured and torn apart for something as pitiful as credits…

The Turian's fist shook, a biotic blue hue emanated from his body as rage bellowed up from within. Tightly, he closed his eyes, breathing deeply in and out, allowing his mind to go blank. Yes, they were all going to die but blind anger and hatred was not the answer, not today. A cold calm swept across Venator like a storm of ice.

“Lunatic, you could light one of the crate’s and then lob the entire thing at a mob of enemies using your throw ability. Save a couple to the side for us to throw on stragglers.”

Kysar moved in behind Nadara. “I’m with you Sunset, you take point, I’ll cover your back.”

A talon shot up to his ear as he radioed the others. “Shadow, do what you can to save that hostage. And the rest of you, if anyone wants to claim that bounty, do not let me see their leader. I’m going to kill every last one of them.”

Before opening the door, sniper shots rang out around Nadara, Kysar and Zenobia. Solveig missed her teammates but a generous margin, but one of her shots skidded dangerously close to the box of molotov cocktails.

Behind the door was a brightly lit lobby with an adjacent sales office. Stacked amid the lobby were several boxes labeled delicacies. Opposite of the sales office was a shelf. There's only one item on the shelf: a smooth dark orb.

Toward the back and next to a hall leading deeper into the plant was a reception table. Behind it was a Reds gangster with a shotgun. The gangster fired at the door, narrowly missing Nadara and Kysar.

From the much poorly lit sales office, another Red marched out with a hostage clutched in front.

"Don't make me shoot her!" The Red pressed a pistol to the temple of the safety inspector.

"Weisman, hurry, they're inside!" The shotgun-wielding gangster shouted into the Reds' comm channel. "At least two crazy biotic zoomers! Tower!?"

"I see the biotics!" spoke Solveig, responding to the Red. "They keep ducking into cover but I have my eyes on them and I'll get the damn shot, now gimme some quiet!" She was starting to feel the pressure of the situation as she moved between the comms. Listening to her actual team, and then to the disorganisation of the other.

It sounded like Kysar and Nadara were in trouble, from her point she wondered if she could make the shot. Hell, she'd landed harder ones. It was worth a try, even to distract them.

As she went to pull the trigger, she felt a familiar pain in her shoulder that jolted her, and she felt her arm twitch and seize momentarily, quick enough to not fire a bad shot, but still her rifle fell from her grip. Falling from the tower onto a roof below.

It was a good rifle, as she turned her head - she hoped that "Tower" had a better one (unlikely). But it was as she'd always been taught, it wasn't always the rifle, but the steady hand that held it. She hoped hers would be better.

"Problem up here Lizbeth, dropped my rifle. I am... I am well and armed again. I... I'm sorry. I'll do better," she rambled apologetically. "I have their comms. They're flustered. Sent some guys on a goose hunt. I can keep this up for longer but... I do not know for how much longer."

The rifle Solveig found was in poor condition. Its scope was blurry, the mass accelerator was not properly aligned and getting its thermal clips out is almost as hard as getting a proper conversation out of Solveig herself. Still, it shoots and will kill whoever's on the other end.

"You're doing good, Wraith!" Lizbeth reassured. "Hang in there, we're almost-"

In the corner of Solveig's feed, a figure ran across the outer perimeter. Before she could react, it had disappeared from her line of sight, and headed for-

"Lunatic!" Lizbeth called out. "Incoming hostile from the east, uh, your right!"

Just a second later, the Red bypassed by Zenn rounded the corner. He scanned the chaotic front parking lot until he found Zenobia, and his Lancer rifle turned to fire at her.

Zenobia was flanked. She had no cover between herself and the Red, but she was able to react first thanks to Lizbeth's warning.

"Hostile? Where..."

For a split second, Zenobia turned to face the Red aiming his rifle at her, and under her breath she muttered....

"Come on....let's tango..."

She tosses up a backlash as the Red pulls the trigger, and charges forward behind the reflective cover, nimbly dodging until she can grab and yank the rifle out of his hands.

Bewildered by the ineffectiveness of his bullets against Zenobia's backlash, the Red did the only thing he knew: keep firing. In fact, he was so bewildered that he forgot to move.

His rifle overheated right as Zenobia snatched it away. Reality finally dawned upon him; the Red turned to run, but Zenobia was faster than him.

"Hey Zenn, think you missed one," Zenobia snarks over the mic before flipping the rifle around in her hand and coldclocking the Red with the back end like a baseball bat. "Don't worry though, problem solved. Shame about his gun though."

Zenn stopped in his tracks as Zenobia called him out for missing one of the guards.

“Yes… I only missed one…” He said, slowly looking back at the door he just let the other guard escape through.

"Let's grab the cook in the mechanical room then hit the lobby." Zenn suggested to Amina. "Whatever we do, we should stick together. They may not know we're in here, but with everyone on high alert I don't know how much longer the stealth approach is going to work."

"Well we did just crash a van into the building so I kind of doubt we can go stealth now..." Zenobia points out.

Zenn let out a deep sigh before responding. "Thank you, Lunatic. Your input, as always, has been invaluable."

"Here to help!"

Another shotgun shell ricocheted off the door as Kysar ducked back outside. He had only got a seconds look at the interior of the meat packing plant but that was all he needed to hatch a scheme.

"Sunset, don't ask me how I know this, or why, but that Orb on the shelf, it's some kind of weird reaper tech. If we destroy it, it'll knock both the guard and the hostage out." The Turian tried to peer around the corner again, narrowly missing another buck round before ducking back. "Just make sure you activate a biotic shield, it's the only we won't get knocked out either."

Kysar took a deep breath in.

"1...2...3!"

He popped from outside cover, letting off a quick biotic slam before hiding one again. Inside came the noise of twisting metal and a calamity of crashes.

"Fucks sake. I missed."

Nadara refrained from criticizing the Turian...out loud anyway. Apparently his target needs to be point blank for accuracy, she thought, remembering the ease with which Kysar shot the Red back at the house in Cerro.

“Leave it to me,” she sighed. Apparently everything has to be.

Another round of bullets from the grunt with the shotgun fired, and she waited for the pause that indicated he was reloading before taking action. Swiftly securing her blade at her side and pulling her own shotgun from her back in one smooth motion, she crouched at the building’s entrance.

The pause she was waiting for finally came, and her movements were as graceful as the dancers that had been hired for the last Ambassador’s ball.

It was barely a second from when Nadara pried the door fully open before she fired, but it was enough for her to pinpoint the dark orb, whatever it was.

No sooner had the thing been struck than a wave of dark energy flooded the room, emanating from the object. Both enemies as well as the hostage crumpled to the floor.

It took only a moment for the energy to reach the pair at the door, but Nadara had heeded Kysar’s recommendation and her biotic sphere protected her from the substance. It nonetheless crashed against her as fiercely as an ocean tide.

There was that feeling again. Like being sucked into a sunken plane of existence. Somewhere cold and damp that bound you in place. Something was different this time, however, a feeling that whatever lorded over this place was annoyed, almost on the verge of anger. Like a teacher that's caught you mucking around in class just that one too many times.

Kysar shook the feeling loose as the dark energy wave washed away. "Spooky." He muttered.

“How long will they be out?”

Looking over the hostage, Kysar's brows furrowed. He had no idea who this was. Were they just taking anyone they could find? Or were you important? His gaze then turned to the Reds gangsters, earlier he'd made a promise to the team and it was one he intended to keep. Pulling out his sidearm, he fired two rounds into the criminals heads.

"Well, I can tell you how long one of them will be out for."

At the sound of gunshots from outside, Nadara quickly peeked through the doorway to find Zenobia swiftly dispatching an enemy. She smirked, now that’s someone who knows how to handle herself.

“Looks like you don’t need our help, Lunatic,” she complimented. “Wraith, keep an eye on her regardless, but be careful not to strike the crates. They’re explosives.”

Turning back to the room inside, Nadara motioned toward the hostage’s body and spoke into the shared channel. “We have one of the hostages. Venator’ll carry her to Godmother now.” Then, only to Kysar, she continued, “I’ll keep point behind you.” She motioned to her shotgun that was still in hand. “Better shot, after all.”

Nodding his head in agreement as he watched Lunatic dispatch a guard, he couldn't help but chuckle at Sunset's remark.

"Don't let that head of yours disappear too far up your ass Asari, we still need you to see where you're going." The Turian moved deeper inside towards where the two unconscious humans were. "Besides where would we be without my ingenious plan? I bet you would've tried to rush him."

"Wait, wait!" Lizbeth called out. "That boss guy Weisman and at least three Reds are coming from the next hallway!"

"If you're moving the hostage now, then go around the plant." Advised Lizbeth. "Or get her out of the way, like inside that sales office! Maybe hide in there so you can ambush them?"

It was then Outcast broke their long radio silence. "Tell me when they're near the entrance; I'll drop dragon's teeth on them."

Moving the hostage into the sales office as suggested, Kysar readied himself for their next move. "I agree with Lizabeth, lets hunt down the remaining Reds, save Janiri and double back for old sleepy here."

Nadara narrowed her eyes, though it did little to convey her irritation, given her helmet. Instead, she sauntered over toward him and placed a hand on his chest, walking him backwards into the office. “No need to hunt them down, tzu, they’re heading our way now.” Her tone was condescending, but held a hint of playfulness.

Once he passed the threshold, Nadara pulled the door shut, leaving a sliver open to keep an eye on the foyer outside. “Rogue and Shadow, stand by. Once they enter, I’ll send you a ping. We’ll engage them from both sides at once.” Apparently, this boss, Weisman, and his henchmen had another Asari held captive between them. Her sim’re would be saved, she thought, her free hand balling into a fist. “Lunatic and Wraith, keep an eye on the front doors? If Weisman manages to elude us, you can let Outcast know when to drop the spires.”

Zenn had only taken a few steps towards the stairs when Nadara requested him and Amina be on standby to flank Weisman and Banes in the lobby. There were still hostages in the building, but there was a chance they weren’t guarded and could be retrieved once the area had been secured. But it was also just as likely that they were, which meant Weisman could order their execution if given the chance. Zenn stopped and turned to look at Amina. There was a brief pause before he closed his eyes and gave a solemn nod. Weisman and Banes had to be stopped. If those monsters got away more lives would be at stake. They had to take the risk and just hope they wouldn't have to add two more innocents to the death count.

“Shadow and Rogue on standby.” Zenn confirmed over the comms as he changed course and made his way to the lobby door. “Let’s end this.”

Mass Effect: Second Vigil

	BREACH◢ 0100, April 10 @High Casual@Shu@Auz@Shift @Awesomoman64@Bonnie@KaiserElectric

Point and shoot and hit. Solveig saw her shot hit dead on and her target dropped immediately. There's enough distance for the shot to go unnoticed.

No that it mattered, because Saneamiento's white van came barreling just seconds later. Initially, it seemed to Zenobia the numbers on the sticky note weren't the password. But then Kysar and Nadara told her: she's holding it upside down.

Flooring the gas petal and hitting over 100km/h, the van smashed clean through the front gate. The poor red armband-wearing guard behind it went wide-eyed at the incoming headlights, and was promptly ran over.

The van crashed into the side of Reds' cargo truck. Another Red loading the truck barely dived out of the way, but was now a sitting duck for Nadara and Kysar.

A piercing proximity alarm rang across the meat plant. The main assault had the Reds' full attention.

Outcast reported in at this time. "Ready to take down dragon's teeth."

Moments before the van burst onto the scene, over the sudden roar of the engine, cackling laughter could almost be heard.

"DELIVERY, FUCKERS! AHAHAHAHAHA!" Zenobia shrieked with laughter as the van crashed through the front gate and right into the side of the cargo truck, the engine belching an ugly black cloud as it was crushed from the impact. Thrown forward then back again, Zenobia kept stomping on the gas a few times before she gave up and kicked the door off its hinges. Throwing her hand out, she launched the door towards the facility with her biotics, spooking and suppressing the Reds until the team got into cover.

Drawing her guns, one in each hand, she slid into cover last alongside Kysar, breathing heavily with a look of unbridled joy in her eyes. "Yeah, come on, let's blow it up, blow it right the fuck up..." She smacks the barrel of her gun on her forehead before shaking it to clear her head.

Haze from the impact swamped the back of the van. Kysar coughed and sputtered as sirens sounded off from outside. That was the first and last time he’d ever let Zenobia drive again. Ramming through the gates was one thing but rocketing in at 100km/h was another. The Turian shook the horrific memory of the speedometer ticking only up loose from his mind.

Taking point, he shouldered the van’s sliding door, managing to unlatch before stepping unevenly onto the ground. Swaying from side to side, Kysar barely managed to spot the Red right in front of him, only saved by the sheer bewilderment of the human as to what just happened.

The Turian fired a quick succession of three shots with the second finding its target straight in between the eyes of the scrambling gang member. A complete and utter fluke under these conditions but he was never going to admit it.

“Haha! Did you see that? Lizabeth, please inform the team what a crack shot that was!” Moving forward to find cover, he continued. “Tin-man, blow those damn teeth and get your ass in here! At this rate, you might miss all the fun.”

Nadara felt a thrill at having breached the gates, and further at their van successfully ramming the enemy’s transportation. It gave a certain kind of oomph that was just satisfying. Now this was how you started a party. She whooped along with the wild Turian’s cries of joy, glad that despite the rough start, she was able to command the van quite well.

With her shotgun latched at her back, Nadara held her biotic blade at the ready, eager to charge forward into the fray as much as her companions were.

But then there was the nagging responsibility of following the plan they’d decided on. Why must she be the responsible one?

Sighing, she shook her head. “No. Outcast, hold off. We have to get confirmation from Rouge and Godmother that the hostages have been located first.” Not one to lose her balance easily—there had been one too many circumstances of needing to rely on her combat ability while under the influence of.. various substances—she gracefully stepped out of the van and into position beside Kysar and Zenobia.

As she finished relaying the message to Outcast, one of the Red assailants that had avoided the collision crept in from behind, utilizing the black smoke as a cover. Instincts sharp as a fresh manicure of stiletto nails, Nadara easily swung her body, extending the sword as if it were a part of her. As she rotated, the blade sliced through the man’s neck, and she crouched on one knee, facing the opposite direction of her companions.

“We can handle this for now.”

Under the cover of darkness, a cloaked Solveig slipped through the chaos unseen.

"Head to your left, Wraith." Lizbeth advised her. "A ladder should just be around the corner."

Entering Guanabacoa Meat Plant behind Saneamiento's van, Solveig climbed the ladder. "I hope I am given as clean a death as I have given you, nu vila i döden," Solveig said quietly as she approached the snipers body. They hadn't known or suspected the death that had been delivered in the form of a single bullet. It was probably better that way.

In the tower, she crouched low, keeping her cloak up as she surveyed the area slowly only seconds before the carnage arrived. "Lizbeth, share my eyes," she said addressing the woman behind all the screens.

There she remained in silence amidst the chaos, ready to bring down anyone who drew near to the group, and she kept the Reds leader in close thoughts.

In a dirty pond behind the plant, the pungent sewage fumes assaulted Amina with every shovel stroke. The sewage tunnel was clogged with waster matters and human remains at varying stages of decay. If not for her training and experience in digging trenches, Amina would have surely given up. But after several minutes (that felt like hours), she and Sevipia emerged inside a pool of dried muck.

Amina hopped up out of the sewage pit, climbing up the side of a railing and onto a gritty concrete floor. Her boots, shins, and thighs were splattered with brownish water, rotted meaty chunks, and bits of waste. Her nose burned and she had a lingering taste that had entered into her mouth that made her want to toss her lunch. She had left the shovel in the hands of Sevipia who looked up at her expectantly within the waste pit.

“This area is clear.” Amina said down to Sevipia, “Keep digging, try and open up any more room you can while I have a look around.”

There was a single door nearby. Amina slipped up to it and pressed herself against the hard, dusty wall next to the door. Amina could heard the cacophony of combat coming from outside even within the depth of the large facility. “Lizbeth,” Anima practically mumbled, “we made it through the tunnel. Give me a fix on Zenn.”

"Shadow is currently bypassing a guard." Answered Lizbeth. "Looks like he's...climbing some pipes?"

As she spoke Amina readied a flash bang in her right hand, her rifle slipped over her shoulder for her to grab the minute she threw the grenade. Amina tenderly opened the door and cracked it slightly, one brown eye peeking through into the next room. Amina saw no one and could not hear any movement or voices in the area. She opened the door a little wider now giving her full view of the room. Nothing, no one.

Amina put the flash bang away as she slipped her Vindicator from her shoulder, taking it in both hands ready to fire. She stepped through the door and found herself in what looked to be a large packaging area. She kept her finger on the trigger, her eyes darted around like a lizards as she took in the layout and contents of the room.

I wonder if this is where they cut up those poor bastards floating down in that crap hole.

Getting through the fence above Amina was child's play for the quarian. A quick sabotage of the electrical system in the already fluctuating power of the fence and a few cuts from an omni-blade and Zenn was able to slip in without a peep. If only things could have stayed that simple. The moment Zenn crossed through the fence, a nearby guard took notice of the freshly made hole in the fence. If it wasn’t for Zenn’s tactical cloak, he would have almost certainly been spotted then and there. The guard was also standing directly in the way of the nearest entrance to the facility, the door Zenn had originally planned on getting in through.

He had to think of a new plan and fast. He could take out the guard with his omni-blade. It would be clean and quiet, but the guard would see his omni-blade ignite before he had the chance to even attack. Repositioning to get behind him would be tricky and possibly take too long. No, it was best he leave the guard to puzzle over what happened to the fence and look for a different entrance. As luck would have it, there was a set of pipes mounted to the side of the building that led directly to an open window on the second floor. There was no telling where it led, but he was the recon specialist. Going in first into the unknown was what he did best.

Even though he was still cloaked, Zenn kept low as he swiftly ran for the pipes. Once he reached the pipes he gave them a small tug just to be sure they were still secured. This building wasn’t exactly up to code. They seemed to hold firm, so up he went. About half way up, he heard the sound of the van smashing through the gate, and crashing into what he could only assume was another vehicle. Keelah. The assault team was already moving. He had to pick up the pace or the whole stealth plan would be for nothing. On the bright side, the blaring alarm meant he could move a bit more hastily as he didn’t have to worry about making too much noise.

In a matter of seconds he managed to climb the rest of the way up. From there it was only a matter of grabbing the window sill and pulling himself in. Once inside, Zenn removed his M-97 Viper from his back radioed the team to update them on his position.

“Shadow here. I’m inside on the second floor. Searching for the hostages now.” He spoke in a hushed voice despite the chaos going on outside. He hadn’t checked the room he was in yet, which meant he couldn’t assume he was alone in there.

The second story room was a control center. Zenn found old computers alongside fried reaper devices. Most of the computers were not on, and the room was empty. However, there were voices behind a metal door across the room.

"Sod off, Banes! This bloke's a proper vegetable." A gruff human man barked. "Put the poor chump out of his misery!"

Bang! A gun shot.

Thud! A body dropped to the floor.

"Weisman, we can still extract valuable-" Came another human man assumed to be Banes. He spoke in a mechanical monotone similar to Outcast.

"Enough of your science project!" Weisman shouted. "Bring the damn asari with us; move!"

"Tower! Wake the bloody hell up!" Weisman's bellow. Then a flurry of footsteps storming off.

Mass Effect: Second Vigil

	APPROACH◢ Guanabacoa Municipality, Havana @High Casual@Shu@Auz@Shift @Awesomoman64@Bonnie@KaiserElectric

It was an uneventful drive. The self-driving VI required a password to disable, but toward the end of the trip, Zenobia was able to find a sticky note with a string of numbers in the glove compartment.

"Zenobia, don't..." Lizbeth warned through comms.

Outside, parties were still going strong in the city core, but beyond downtown Havana, and after midnight, the roads were dark and quiet save for the occasional taxi or party bus.

While en route, the SRN team received a message from Captain Riley. Either Solveig or Lizbeth had her notified of their plans.

Anchor:
Dangerous plan. We are unable to provide support that far from the spaceport.
Hope this ally of yours is reliable.

Anchor:
Still, we appreciate you thinning the Reds out.

Anchor:
Be advised: the Reds' leader, Curt Weisman, is a highly volatile criminal.
He is wanted by both the alliance and the turian hierarchy.

Anchor:
There is currently a combined bounty of 10000 credits for his capture.

30 minutes later, they were at the coordinates Outcast provided. It was a well-worn dirt road in the wooded city outskirts. Outcast's unmarked Jeep parked in between tall shrubs. The dull gray two-story meat packing plant (formerly owned by a company called Carne Fresca) loomed at the end of the road, surrounded by electrified metal fences (designed to intercept both intruders and munitions).

There were no reaper structures outside, as the locals had cleared them out in the prior weeks. But beyond the metal fences were the unmistakable jagged rows of dragon's teeth. The place had such a terrifying reputation during the war that no civilian dared to step foot inside even to this day.

Outcast was crouched next to their Jeep. In addition to the stealth armor and rifle seen at Cerro, they were now armed to the teeth with three extra weapons and additional armor modules.

"Right on time." Outcast hailed. "Reds are about to load their vehicles."

"And you brought a sturdy van, good." They wasted no time in laying out their plan. "They've already disabled the electric barrier at the front gate. Fastest way in is ramming through it."

"You can set the VI to drive remotely" Came Lizbeth through the comms. "But you guys might be walking after that..."

"Alternatively, there's an energy fluctuation toward the back. Could be overloaded and sliced." A layout of the meat plant appeared on Outcast's omni-tool. "Also a tunnel there. Escaped captives dug it during the war. Partially collapsed, may need some digging, but seems to lead inside the plant."

"I guess this is the stealthy route." Lizbeth commented.

"Dragon's teeth," another proposal from Outcast, "weakened structure from the crucible blast. An array on the eastern side can be toppled with sabotage or explosion. They will collapse onto the fence."

"That's right," Lizbeth confirmed, "a study shown these things are pretty fragile after exposure to the crucible. Their atomic structure-"

"Not now!" Sevipia silenced her.

Outcast cocked their head, but otherwise kept explaining. "Complications," of course there were, "lookout on third-story observation tower top of the plant. Patrol of three wandering the perimeter."

"Topographical approximation says you won't have a good angle once inside." Lizbeth piped in again. "You need to shoot the lookout from here."

"Your call on the approach." Concluded Outcast.

Zenn kept to himself most of the trip. Tensions were already a bit high and he really did not want to do anything that might set someone off. Though as soon as Zenobia found the sticky note, Zenn put his hands together and placed them in front of the mouth piece on his helmet.

“Zenobia. I beg of you. Put it back.”

There wouldn’t be much time to continue the banter after that as they pulled up to the meeting point. Outcast was already waiting for them, and of course his first comment was how sturdy their vehicle was for ramming.

“You too, Outcast? Keelah…” Zenn let out accepting defeat on the matter.

He listened to Outcast and Lizbeth go over all their available options. Knowing the team, most of them would more than likely favor a direct approach. Well, except for Solveig, but she would probably be needed to take out that lookout. All in all it did seem like hitting them fast and hard was the best option, except for one aspect; the hostages. Someone had to get them out of there and preferably not in the middle of a firefight. The tunnel Outcast mentioned would be perfect.

“I’ll take the tunnels.” Zenn stated as he grabbed the shovel that was in the van. “If I can get inside undetected, I should be able to locate and extract the hostages before the bullets start flying. Anyone is welcome to join me, but the bigger the group, the more likely we’ll get caught and have to start the party early.”

“I say we hit them direct,” Amina chimed in as she fussed with her armor and belt, “we should let Zenn have a minute or two to sneak in. While we are engaging the Reds he can be working his way in from the rear and securing any prisoners they have. If he does need backup though I can be the one to go with him and keep infiltration to two.”

"Digging might take too long," Kysar thought aloud. "They're already almost packed and ready to go."

The Turian's three pronged hand stroked his mandibles. "I could overload that back fence, then sneak back around for a frontal assault. But honestly, whatever we do, that lookout needs to go, quietly, and I think we should at least blockade the entrance with the van, even if we don't decide to ram through."

"Don't worry about the lookout." Solveig said while flexing the fingers of her metal arm. She then turned to glance toward Zenn. "You go under through tunnels, I'll go over."

"We need to keep their leader alive, he may have intel that we need, I'd prefer that nothing... too bad... happens to him."

Nadara chewed hard on the two pieces of gum she’d tossed in her mouth on the route over. While she would have preferred to just take action based on gathered intelligence that was handed to her, she couldn’t yet trust her companions to make the right choices and had to think hard about what her own preferences would be.

Her face was covered by the full body armor she wore, but she nonetheless raised an eyebrow at Amina’s comment. “So there are some instances when it’s acceptable to follow an alien,” she mused. Her voice was muffled through the helmet, but her words were audible.

Kysar and Solvieg added their thoughts and things seemed to be coming together even if a solid plan hadn’t yet formed.

“Whatever we do, we need to keep them here and prevent them from making headway to the spaceport.” Using the van as a blockade was a good idea, but perhaps there was something better they could use. “If we blow the teeth, can we rig it so they fall strategically?”

"Shit, if we're blowin' stuff up, my vote is to just straight up bomb the vans." Kysar shrugged. "Cut out the middleman."

“We’re not just 'blowin' stuff up',” Nadara replied, exasperated. The urge to add an insult was strong but she refrained, chewing harder on her gum instead. “I’m asking this question to ascertain whether we have the appropriate materials to rig the explosion so as to have large pieces of debris serve as a blockade.” If successful, it would surely prove more constricting than a single van in front of the gates.

The Turian could help but giggle. He had never known an Asari to be so fiery, maybe it was all that green in her.

"And I'm pretty ass certain that if we have such materials, blowing up their only means of escape will work pretty damn well."

Still grinning like an idiot, he turned to the rest of the group. "I suppose either way, this lover's tiff is pointless if we don't actually have any explosives."

Outcast fished out a bag of grenades from their jeep.

Nadara scoffed at Kysar’s comment, ready to fire back a retort, but pulled up short at Outcast’s action. “That could work.”

If they managed to keep the explosions high enough off the ground it would leave the tunnel intact for Zenn to extract the hostages, and ultimately serve as their own escape route after they’d had a chance to take out any remaining Red goons.

Lizbeth interrupted them. "Outcast suggests the eastern dragon's teeth array, but if you blow the western array, they will drop right in front of the plant."

"And if you time it right," she added, "you can drop them on the Reds."

"Can we ease up on explosions?" Sevipia grumbled.

"How DARE you say that in front of me?" Zenobia says with a hint of humor in her voice as she surreptitiously memorizes the VI override code. "Besides, no better smokescreen then a massive explosion if we want to come at this from two angles. We keep them guessing and we win."

"No wonder you're a merc." Sevipia shook her head and cracked a faint smile. "That kind of tactic would never fly with the hierarchy."

"Still, you have a point." The medic admitted. "Where am I needed?"

Zenn looked at the shovel in his hand. Kysar had a point. Time was short, and digging a tunnel wasn't exactly a fast route. Even if it provided them the best escape route, they had to prioritize speed. However, Amina was offering to go through the tunnels as well. Along with Sevipia's suggestion to be in standby for the hostages, gave him an idea.

"Actually, why don't you and Amina take the tunnels?" Zenn suggested to the human and turian and handed them the shovel. "I'll cut through the weak point in the fence and grab the hostages while you two get the tunnel open. I'll escort them there, then Sevipia can take care of them while Amina and I rejoin the assault team."

“Yes. You should get a move on. Clock’s ticking.” Nadara's gaze turned to Solveig. “You too, we’ll need that guard gone.” Her head swiveled to Amina and the Medic. “Notify us as soon as the hostages have been located so Outcast can detonate the spires. While they handle that, the rest of us will serve as the frontal assault team, with Solveig covering us from above.”

Finally, she looked to Outcast. There was still mistrust there, but they were the whole reason the team was there in the first place. She hoped her temporary alliance wasn’t misplaced. “Join us on the frontal assault once the dragon’s teeth have come down.”

Amina took the shovel, keeping a sigh suppressed. Just as well, Zenn and I can maybe hit the Reds from behind using the cover of their own building. Still, tunneling through a sewage outlet wasn’t the most glorious thing, but this was not about glory. It was about getting the job done.

Kysar's eyes met with Sevipia's. She looked concerned, it was... nice. He smiled slightly and nodded. Too dangerous for her at the front anyway. The turian justified. The tunnel will be much safer.

"Why don't you join us tin man?" He said, turning to Outcast. "I'm sure someone likes you packs some nice toys you can bring along." Admittedly, Kysar had heard that people didn't fully trust the shadowy operative but he figured someone like that was best kept in full view, rather than at their back.

"Point and shoot," Solveig said under her breath as she exited the vehicle. The Volkov sniper rifle sat comfortably across her back

There was something she wanted to work out. "I'll see you from the top. Need to find my vantage before I cloak."

She paused again, "I... Good God... Speed luck." Another pause. "I mean God luck. I... uh. Sorry... skita"

The cloak dropped.

"Very well, I'll head for the western array." Outcast nodded. "Then rejoin your main assault once they are destroyed."

"Just give me the signal when Rogue and..."

"Godmother," was Sevipia's callsign.

"...are in position." Affirmed Outcast.

Mass Effect: Second Vigil

	PREPARATIONS◢ Midnight, April 9, 2187 @High Casual@Shu@Auz@Shift @Awesomoman64@Bonnie@KaiserElectric

Back from the shortest party ever, the SRN team weighed their options. It didn't take long for them to reach consensus. They would raid the Tenth Street Reds' base with Outcast.

Attaching her rescue drone to her red thermal armor and strapping her arc pistol to its holster, Sevipia frowned at the prospect of Kysar joining in on the action. She admonished the prospect of him reopening injuries so soon. She recommended Kysar staying behind with Lizbeth, but he was insistent on getting his revenge. So Sevipia gave up and settled on "no crazy biotics".

At the same time, Lizbeth had returned from speaking with Saneamiento staff.

"You guys can take their van. It's got a self-driving VI." Lizbeth reported. She was also setting up a workstation at a holo-table. "No one wants to take the shuttle instead? Surely flying beats the road."

"And beats the mess when someone wrecks their van..." Lizbeth murmured.

"Right! So, Sevipia, I have your helmet cam linked." Lizbeth tapped the holo-table to bring up Sevipia's cam feed. "Anyone else? Real time tips are, well, real helpful in combat!"

"And helpful for your next of kin should you become deceased." Lizbeth added as if recalling a line from a script. "Had to say that, you know, SRN regulation."

“I’ll take it.” Amina sounded off flatly. Frankly she was looking forward to taking down an honest shootout after the debacle of slinking around shantytown.

Kysar smirked at Lizabeth’s remark. “At least the next team will have an easier time finding us if this all goes south.”

A curt chuckle was stifled by a sharp pain from his torso wound. “Patch me in as well.” He replied.

Accustomed to being observed by others, Nadara held no qualms about linking her helmet cam. “Same here,” she said after Kysar.

Solveig raised a brow at the camera, saying nothing for a moment before looking at Lizbeth intensely, "if I'm not pointing right... feel free to update me. I'll be out of the way."

As she often did, she rolled her shoulder just slightly. "They won't know I'm there."

“The van would be much less conspicuous.” Zenn said plainly. “The shuttle runs the risk of us getting spotted before we get close. But with the van they wouldn’t realize what was happening until we’re driving through their front door! Uh. Not that we plan on actually doing that…”

The quarian nodded at Lizbeth’s request “I wouldn’t mind another pair of eyes behind mine.”

"Speak for yourself, driving through the front door is a hell of an opening move, learned that from the Orgon Raid a few years back," Zenobia smirks, securing her armor in place. Also I call shotg-"

Nadara glanced at Zenn. “If we do take the van, I call shotgun.”

"-DAMN IT." The Turian scowls. "Well either way I'm down with the van, rather not lose the shuttle after the first mission."

Nadara winked and blew Zenobia a kiss. It was always better to keep the wild ones on your good side.

Zenobia pouts in response.

"You can have the driver seat." Lizbeth suggested.

Zenobia gets a look on her face that'd put the fear of god into any rational person. "I'll take it!"

Zenn's eyes grow wide as he slowly turns to look at Lizbeth. "What have you done?"

"Don't worry, it's only...an honorary driver seat." Lizbeth tried to play it down. "The VI's doing the actual driving."

“Riding bitch with four aliens…” Amina mumbled just audibly enough.

Nadara shot Amina a look, eyes narrowed, but didn’t say anything. The woman was no better than the locals they ran into in Cerro.

"Got that bitch part right." Kysar chuckled as he checked the sights of his Mattlock. "Aren't you supposed to have all that fancy reaper tech in your eyes?"

Solveig reached into her pocket awkwardly, taking out a single jelly bean. The vibrancy had worn down and was slightly fluffy. As she listened to the conversation at hand, while she didn't pick up the nuances of Nadara's stare, she felt the pointed words of Kysar. As she ate the bean, she wondered if for once she wouldn't be the most socially unpopular one on the team.

Amina said nothing else, eyes straight ahead as she was not particularly interested in getting roped into an extended back and forth with a Turian.

"Ahem." Lizbeth budged in. "Van is ready to go. Good luck, team!"

"Oh, and Solveig," she added, "if Katya's out there, we'll find her."

"I'll find her," Solveig replied, before heading off to the van first, mumbling something about coffee.

Thankful the VI would be doing the actual driving, Nadara brushed past Amina, not bothering to excuse herself as she made her way to the van.

Zenn let out a quick sigh of relief. He knew there was a self driving VI, but he wasn't sure if the person in the driver seat could disable it. It wasn't even the idea Zenobia's driving that terrified him, it was the potential to have to pay for any damages.

"Sorry, Zenobia. Maybe you can drive the next one?" The quarian said, giving the turian a pat on the shoulder as he too made his way to the van. "Assuming it's one we can afford to wreck."

Zenobia shrugs her shoulders and leans back, kicking her feet up on the dashboard. "Is that how little you think of me, that I'd wreck every vehicle I get behind the wheel of?" She sounds jokingly offended.

Unlike last time, Zenn currently had both his pistol and sniper on hand, which gave him enough confidence to retort in a similarly joking manner.

"Your callsign is Lunatic and you were moments ago in favor of using the van as a battering ram. I feel it's not too presumptuous to think you might get a little too wild if put behind the wheel."

What Are You Listening To?

Mass Effect: Second Vigil

	REGROUP◢ Saneamiento 24/7, Havana Late night, April 9, 2187 Clear, 17°C

Saneamiento 24/7's white cargo van rolled up to the Cerro back alley just as the four SRN members returned together. Outcast was not among them, having gone off to recon Reds' base. Ranger, however, stuck close to Zenn and Nadara.

Two humans in blank coveralls got out of the van with body bags, a cleaning drone and a dog cage. They wrapped up the bodies of the asari and the krogan and deposited them in the back of the van. They checked Ranger for infections, and after finding none and thoroughly spraying down the dog, gave the option of either caging Ranger or have it leashed.

The ride across Havana was not a pleasant one. Compared to the filthy streets of Cerro, everything inside Saneamiento's van was white with the sterile scents of antiseptics and disinfectants. Kysar lied down right beside the body bags, while Nadara, Zenn and Amina sat on a stiff metal bench next to them. The sounds of celebrations and fireworks boomed from outside, prompting barks from Ranger inside. Within an hour, everyone was at Saneamiento. Zenobia and Solveig on their dinky sidecar, Sevipia carrying her surgery bag in a taxi and Lizbeth in a private car courtesy of Thul. The corpses were dropped off at the morgue for autopsy. At the same time, Kysar went to the adjacent clinic, where Sevipia got to work as soon as she arrived.

Autopsy confirmed the corpses as Urdnot Karnoc "Door Crasher", and Keslia Iessadri "Paladin". A debate reemerged regarding Keslia's biotic amplifier. Her remains were to be returned to her commando unit, but digging out the amp could easily be masqueraded among her burned corpse or chalked up to Reds looting. This military-grade amp could sell for tens of thousands of credits, which was several times the payout of a typical SRN job.

In the meantime, Sevipia had patched up Kysar. He was lucky to suffer no major injuries, Sevipia reported. The shot to Kysar's midsection passed clean through without hitting vital organs, and the bruise on his head would fade in a few days with no permanent brain damage. Still, Sevipia hooked Kysar up to an IV drip, cleaned out the expired medigel from the bullet hole and given him painkillers for his headache. Then the inevitable questions came as soon as Sevipia finished.

Apparently, Kysar's original team received a message from Dr. Jelize to meet at the Cerro back alley two days ago. They were to deliver the fragments of an enthrallment device from Namibia. But according to Kysar, they never saw Jelize there, only a dozen Tenth Street Reds. The Reds seemed to have activated something hidden in a nearby dumpster, instantly incapacitating everyone but Kysar and Keslia. What followed was a blur to him; several Reds threw molotov cocktails at Keslia, one of them shot Karnoc, another took Katya and the case she carried (containing device fragments). Hopelessly outnumbered, Kysar ran and tried to send out an SOS. He barely managed to key in the signal before getting shot, stumbling into Marieltos turf and knocked out by their thugs.

"That's not right! Dr. Jelize never requested any meeting at Cerro." Lizbeth recalled from the party. "She said her location was at the university..."

Digging into the shuttle black box provided the next piece of the puzzle.

"Look! There's unauthorized alterations to the communication data." Lizbeth noted. "Someone hacked SRN's channel to Kysar's old team."

"This doesn't look like Outcast, though. Their profile had no such alterations, and their clearance came directly from management." Lizbeth continued. "I'm guessing the quarians were sent to the spaceport to cover the hacker's tracks."

Whatever the case was, the team updated their current comm channel with every possible security precaution. When they were done, it was already midnight. Some team members wanted to get some rest, while others went to catch the last parties of the night.

Several blocks away from Saneamiento was El Lugar, the most unimaginative and generic nightclub. Still, Nadara, Solveig, Zenobia and Lizbeth were able to get their cheap and flavorless drinks (even in dextro for Zenobia). They made their way to a checkered floor with cheap holo-lights and autotuned Spanish songs blasting. It was a somewhat enjoyable five minute when Nadara's omni-tool beeped. There was a string of messages for her, Zenn and Amina.

Outcast:
Took a while to find you. Tougher new security.

Outcast:
Anyway, scouted the Reds' base. Coordinates here.
Meat packing plant turned reaper processing camp.

Outcast:
~15 of them. Heavily armed, guarded perimeter, three vehicles.

Outcast:
Thermal + audio signatures suggest prisoners.
Movements suggest they are packing up.

Outcast:
Recommend hitting them next hour, before they leave.
Bring all firepower.

Not to be left out, Solveig received her own message right after Nadara's.

Anchor:
Wistrom, thanks for handing the scrappers over. We've just interrogated them.

Anchor:
Your turian squadmate was right. Short of it is: they were hirelings.
But they said the people hiring them could be moving to the spaceport tonight.

Anchor:
Violent gang called Tenth Street Reds transporting very valuable cargo and possible hostages,
led by someone we thought long dead.

Anchor:
Lots of classified intel I can't share with you immediately.

Anchor:
We do need your team's help ASAP. Yes, even that turian.
All I have is a squad of engineers and MPs; the rest are civilians.

Anchor:
Credits, gear, releasing the quarians, whatever you need; name it.

"I guess that's the end of partying." Lizbeth sighed. "Go. I'm not much help in a fight, but I'll make sure management is informed and keep you updated if anything else comes through."