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Hallowed Truth	By : Spiritwolf71 Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 3767 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Just a note, in Chapter 8 I decided to change one detail and James did not admit to sleeping with Alana yet. Also changed a bit in chapter seven like removing the chest board/ present part.

James decided as soon as he reached Hope, that he was a fan of small towns. They had taken rooms in a small bread and breakfast that had a beautiful view of the mountains. The service was fantastic and the food was even better. The man and woman that ran the joint were ancient. James figured they were both over a hundred at least but he absolutely loved the way they interacted with each other. He could have watched them forever.
He loved how they still teased and made joked about each other then immediately show each other affection. Ellen, the wife had mentioned that they had been married for seventy years, she had been born in this bed and breakfast and she said she would die here. They had three children, eight grandchildren, twenty grandchildren, and so far four great grandchildren and she had pictures about the house of each and every one of them.
They owned a farm just up the road and that was where her eldest daughter lived and her family worked out of there. Most of them didn’t care for space travel. Ellen and Thomas had never left Earth they had everything they had ever needed in Hope, British Columbia, their home, family and friends and to them; they were the most important things in the world. James was absolutely infatuated with them.
He smiled as Ellen came over to him with a smile on her face; she was always smiling and had laugh wrinkles around her eyes. James decided he liked that. She held up the coffee pot.
“Would you like some more coffee, son?” She asked, he liked that too.
“I most certainly would Mrs. Weiss, you make the best coffee I have ever had,” he replied holding up his cup. The woman smiled at him and suddenly it was as if everything was right in the world. He often dreamt of his mother just like that. She poured him his coffee.
“Breakfast will be out in a jiffy,” she turned back and moved to two men in the corner. James looked at them for a few second before going back to reading the news from his omni. He had spotted several people of interest within the town of Hope. The two in the corner joining that group, he was not sure who they worked for but he knew they were military of some sort. They were also more than aware of why he was here and he had caught them watching him now and then.
There was another couple that interested him as well. A man and woman he had spotted yesterday when he had arrived. They had been in the gun shop picking up some ammo and he had spotted a tattoo on the man’s arm. Special Forces like Lanie herself. He knew exactly why they were here, more so than the men in the corner. If anything he now believed that Alana Flynn was alive and there was more going on then he knew.
He sipped his coffee as Grace joined him at the table, “Not much of morning person are you?”
Grace stared at him, “Just because I didn’t get up at some stupid god forsaken hour and go for a long run before breakfast doesn’t mean I’m not a morning person. I just so happened to really like mornings, if I get to spend them in bed.”
“I love this place, I think when I retire I’m coming to a place just like this. I ran in the mountains and I saw a moose,” he placed his hands up to make horns. Grace made a face.
“This is the middle of nowhere, I prefer the city,” she countered.
“Of course you do, the fresh air is just too much for a lady like you.” He smiled as Ellen brought Grace a mug of coffee. “You need the hustle and bustle of fast cars and bright lights.”
“And you are more comfortable when someone is shooting at you,” Grace counter and sipped the coffee, “My god that’s good coffee.”
“See, country life, everything is real out here.”
“Yeah, you know I can see you milking the cows now,” Grace smiled and James laughed, it was funny to envision.
James watched out the corner of his eye as the two men from the corner stood up and left. He wondered only slightly where they were going but he had actually dropped a tag on them as he passed them earlier. He turned his full attention to Grace when he turned back around. “Did we hear from Kevin?”
“We did, it took him quite a bit but he found her handler. David Gary Fletcher married with one child. The thing is David Gary Fletcher file before the war is almost completely incomplete, almost empty until just after the war when suddenly he has a wife and a daughter.”
“What happened to her original handler?”
“He was killed when the Reapers hit. Alana was reassigned to a unit where she served with honor receiving a legion of merit. She also has a medal of honour for pulling you and your squad out of danger and a second one for some mission that was not allowed to be named. She is a highly decorated officer.”
“Now you can see why I don’t believe that she took that shot?”
“Well, anyone can snap but I do think someone is misrepresenting the truth. I’ve seen a couple shady characters that I think are here to find her.”
“So this Fletcher isn’t who he seems to be. We should have Teemo set up on him,” James said and watched Grace roll her eyes. She had spent the better part of the prior morning getting Teemo, or rather Sgt Tim Montero out of the brig for drunk and disorderly. “I know you don’t like him, but this is what he is good at. Give him a week and we’ll have all the dirt on this Fletcher.”
“If he stops drinking,” Grace added. Teemo was an amazing investigator, no one could hide their dirt when he was investigating them, the only drawback was trying to keep him sober James had originally thought he had been suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, but had found out man had always been that way. Drinking was not his only problem; he had a tendency to think outside of the box, which usually got him in trouble. Since he had joined James’ group he had been pretty good but had gone on a bit on a binge that last weekend and ended up in the brig for drunk and disorderly.
Before they could go Ellen appeared with his breakfast and placed the large plate in front of him. He smiled and chuckled slightly. “Mrs. Weiss, this is a meal fit for a king.” He said and picked up a piece of bacon. He smiled to Grace, “No one does bacon quite like the Canadians,” he smiled and held out piece for Grace.
Ellen smiled and moved off back to the kitchen.
“That breakfast will kill you,” Grace said and they both looked to his place, three eggs, bacon, sausages, waffles some hash browns and toast.”
“Well then I’m going out happy,” he shot back and bit the bacon in half and savoured it with his eyes closed. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
Grace simply shook her head and handed him a data pad. “This is the short list of people trained to take a shot like that. Those not on Earth at the time were removed, plus some with confirmed alibies. That leaves us with fifty eight people to look into. The Prime Minister was also with a man the driver said he did not know on the night of the murder. She snuck into the car and then they drove around for an hour talking about something. She had the privacy window up so he had no idea what, but he said it looked intense. It turned out it was the Secretary of Defences’ aide. He advised that he wanted to work for her and was giving her some dirt on his employer in exchange for a job.”
“Yeah, I don’t buy that; get Kevin to dig into him as well. So we got two the Aide and the Handler, both really small non influential people, that doesn’t add up to the death of a Prime Minister.”
“We’ll figure it out, how’s the breakfast?”
“I don’t think I’m ever leaving this place, I was thinking of asking Mrs. Weiss to be my mother,” James smiled. “Kidding, I’m heading to that witness’ house; he was released from the hospital yesterday.”
“Danny won’t be at home,” Ellen said as she moved by, “Not that I’m listening to your conversation.”
“Where could we find him?”
“Danny practically lives at Wilson’s; he and his buddies are, were always there causing and planning trouble.”
“So you knew them?”
“They grew up just down the street, the three of them, used to be four but Danny’s brother grew up and joined the Alliance, he died in the war. But those three were always nothing but trouble and spent most of their lives in some sort of detention. Whoever beat them like that, even though it’s not right, I have no doubt they provoked it.”
“Thank you Mrs. Weiss, that was very helpful,” Grace said as James finished breakfast. Mrs. Weiss smiled.
“And James, you can join my family anytime, you’re so polite and kind,” With that the older woman continued on with her duties. Grace smiled as James blushed.
“She doesn’t know you very well,” Grace said with a smirk.
“I bet she is a great judge of character,” James wiped his mouth with his napkin and then stood.
“I think this fresh air is corrupting your brain Vega,” She laughed as she followed him out.

James had never really been in a small town like Hope before. Not that it was the smallest town in the world, but six thousand was tiny to the man who had grown up close to the slums, the moved around where ever his father or uncle deemed fit. The certainly did not have the problems that littered San Diego.
Wilson’s was a bar where the good Ol’ boys hung out and paid homage to whatever they deemed was red neck. There was no hiding the fact that this was a red neck bar. There were no pictures of Aliens or anything but human, except for those pictures or video depicting violence towards aliens. There were also a few Terra Firma flags and symbols all over the place. What amazed James the most was the two girls dancing on the stage at nine thirty in the morning with seven or eight men about the room already drunk or trying hard to get there.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Grace said as she stood behind him taking in the scenery. James had no doubt she had never been in a place like. James had been in a few. He hated these types of people. He looked to the two women dancing, they were barely in their twenties, one had some track marks covering both of her arms and other places and the other, although no track marks yet, was equally as high. He had no doubt that there were ties to the Bloods here and maybe even Cerberus. He also had no doubt that these “boys” were probably manufacturing some sort of drugs and making a hell of a lot of money doing so. “There are still places like this left in the world.”
“This is a nice one,” James said, he had been in worse.
“It stinks.”
“Yeah you don’t want to know what that smell is. This is one of those times where the imagination can’t get as worse as the truth,” James looked around, all the men looking the same in the semi dark room.
“I’m not even trying,” she said and moved further into the room, she moved over to the bar and looked to the bar keep, not touching anything. “We’re looking for a Daniel Stubbings?”
“Lucky boy,” the keep said eyeing her up and down then focusing completely on her breast, “Those real?”
“Is he here?” She asked ignoring his question.
“Did you have to pay a lot for them cause Christine and Sharon over there, theyse tiny, probably get better tips if they had big perky ones like you.”
“They’d probably be better off if you stopped feeding them drugs. Now Daniel is he here or do we bust this place and your home and where ever you grow the drugs open wide.”
The man smiled, showing her that he had less teeth then her one year old nephew. “Cliché much, God.” She said making a face.
“You can’t do that without a warrant,” he said smugly.
“Oh yeah, I can,” James said stepping in. He grabbed the man by the collar, “If your eye’s travel south one more time I’ll poke them out of your head as well. Now she asked about Daniel Stubbings.” He said loud enough for the whole room to hear. It was suddenly quite for a long moment and slowly all eyes turned to a man sitting at a table by the door.
“Fuck,” the man said and bolted out the door.
“Why is he running?” James asked. “Didn’t he just get out of the hospital?”
“He was shot in the arm, not the legs, go.” She said and they both ran after the man, James to catch him and Grace to have an excuse to get out the bar. She did follow for a while; she was certainly not out of shape but Danny was running for his life and James was much faster and would last much longer then she did.
James did indeed keep up with the man, who was running as if James was some demon. He was a lot faster than James would ever give him credit for. James was more than certain he would out last the man but his patients were wearing thin. He called out. “If you keep running, I am going to pummel the crap out of you when I catch you.”
To his surprise then man went another black and then stopped, holding his hands up. He was so surprised he almost ran right by him. “Are you kidding me?” He said.
“Please Mister, I don’t want to go back to the hospital, they don’t like me there,” He said.
“I wonder why, I don’t even know you and I don’t like you.” James countered.
“She attacked us, I swear, we thought we saw her breaking into that house and went to investigate.” He spit out as Grace caught up.
“Sure, and I’m giraffe,” Grace said. James grabbed him by the collar.
“I hate liars, pendejo,” He said bringing the man’s face an inch from his, which was a mistake because he smelt worse than a sick dog in heat.
“Why do you care, she’s a killer, already dead.” The man said, clawing at James hands, “those other people didn’t threaten me.”
James looked to Grace and set the man back down on his feet and pretended to dust off his shoulders. “Other men? Did they pay you?”
“Sure did, two hundred big ones.”
“I can see where that would be a good incentive,” Grace said and looked to James who shrugged then punch the man on his right cheek. His head snapped to the side.
“Holy fuck! You hit me,” He said as his hand went to his cheek and he realized he was bleeding from where he had bit his lip.
“Yes, and your incentive can be not to get hit again.”
“You’re an ass,” the man looked to him.
“I can be pendejo, now talk to me about what happened.”
“Jake spotted her in the store and we all went with him to get her, she was a pretty girl and Jake wanted to have fun, he was going to kill her anyway before calling the authorities so what harm would it be to have a little bit of fun first.”
James punched his cheek again, harder, the man stumbled slightly but to his credit, he remained standing.
“Jesus fuck, what was that for?”
“You think it’s ok to run around and rape women?”
“It wasn’t rape, she deserved it, she killed the Prime Minister, it was payback.”
Grace stopped him before James hit him again. “You keep hitting him in the mouth and he won’t be able to talk.”
James glared at the man, Grace continued the questions. “Were you even sure it was her?”
“Well she was wearing all baggy clothing and when she had the hood over her head she looked like a little boy, but it was her, she kicked our ass with her special forces training.”
“Was she alone?” James asked, remembering the reports from the school in Vancouver about two women.
“No she was with another woman, she was pretty too, British I think on account she had one of those Britan like accents, black hair, kinda normal to skinny. The Flynn woman bargained and got Jake to let her go.”
“And that came back to haunt him.” James said.
“I don’t know, I just know Bobby was given her the boots then suddenly she had a knife and stabbed him, then all hell broke loose and someone shot me. It all happened to fast, I swear.”
“Who else did you speak to, who paid you?” Grace asked.
“Some guys in suits, said they were secret service, that’s all I know. I told them what I told you.” James wondered if it was the two guys staying at the Bed and Breakfast.
James punched the man again before Grace could stop him, this time he did fall to the ground. “I see your name come up on my desk ever again, I’ll be back without her.”
James turned and walked away, Grace smiled and followed, “You know he’s as good as dead.”
“Yeah, but for some reason I really don’t care.”

With their business concluded in Hope, James had packed up his stuff and he and Grace began to head back to the officer they had been set up in, in the heart of Vancouver. They had all sorts of things to look at but he had no idea of how they all mixed together, or if they even did. First there was the Secret Service who failed miserably in their task. Why they had been so far behind the leader was behind him. They should have been at her side when she exited the vehicle. Then they had this aide that she had been with when she was killed. James had no idea what his role was, if any.
Then there was Gary, the handler who he had no doubt been involved. He was non-existent prior to the war, but then he could just say his records were lost, they would not be the only ones. Everything about this man bothered James. He and Lanie would have had some trust built up; they were paired up for over two years. The fact that he was still living a normal life and Lanie was on the run bothered him, it wasn’t right.
And last was the unknown raven haired woman.
He knew there were a lot more pieces of the puzzle he just needed to find them and make them all fit. He needed to finish it before Lanie truly ended up dead.
“You are unusually quiet,” Grace said.
“It bothers me that we know a hell of a lot less then we don’t know.”
“We’ll figure it out. You know, and I will never admit that I said this, but you are a lot smarter then you give yourself credit for,” Grace said, James smiled.
“See, I knew you loved me.”
Grace laughed at him as he manoeuvred the actual ground vehicle. He had managed to procure them a Mercury Agis, the car for the successful, if one believed the advertisements. He certainly loved how it handled. He smiled as she laughed and wondered if he realized just how sexy it was.
His omni tool suddenly blipped at him. He activated and took a quick look. “Oh shit,” he said and looked into the rear-view mirror. There was a shuttle approaching at fast rate of speed.
“What?”
“I placed a tracker on those two secret service guys at the bed and breakfast,” He hit the accelerator and the car began to move faster. “It’s telling me they are right behind us and catching up fast.”
Grace turned in her seat to look and grimaced, “This isn’t good,” she turned back around and quickly put on the safety device.
“Vega to Teemo,” James activated the communications system in the car.
“We’re here boss, just going over some info, what can we do you for?”
“I have a tail and I don’t think it’s just for show. I think it’s those two service men I sent you photos of.”
“Jesus boss, there’s no way we’ll get to you in time, but I Kevin’s alerting the authorities as we speak.”
“It’s unmarked but I tagged them this morning and it’s them.”
“How good at you at driving fast?” Teemo asked. James smiled and floor the accelerator.
“Get a shuttle prepped and head this way amigo.”
“Already on it boss.” The voice said and the transmission was ended.
“This is too fast,” Grace said resting a hand on the headboard in front of her.
“Don’t do that,” James cautioned.
“Do what?”
“Tense up, you’ll break your arm, just sit properly and let the master drive,” He looked around to find somewhere to have some sort of cover but they were driving through farms.
“They are getting closer,” Grace said looking behind.
“I know,” James said and turned suddenly as there was a break in the fence that separated the road from the farm. He drove through the field and to another road that would take them closer to the mountains and some trees for cover, if they made it. Out of the corner of his eye he could see some farmer yelling and raising a fist at him. The shuttle was upon them and the side doors opened.
“It got a mounted gun,” Grace warned as it opened fired to prove her statement. James’ eyes darted looking for an escape, most of British Columbia was mountains and he just happened to be in farmland while being attacked. He moved the vehicle as sporadically as he could without crashing but they were getting hit. He felt the window behind him blow out and he reached over and pushed Grace down. Not that a seat would protect her.
James looked back to see exactly what they were doing and considered doing a complete turn and going back the way they came. When he turned back around he realized that taking his eyes off the road ahead was a bad idea.
“Oh shit,” Grace said, swearing for the first time since James had met her.
They hit the ramp leading up to the back of the hay wagon that was being loaded, at top speed and were launched into the air as the car tilted turned upside down. They hit the road upside down and Jams felt his head hit the roof of the car hard, he spotted a large tree heading towards them and then he saw nothing at all as his world went black.

This is my revenge for the overabundance of cliff hangers everyone else is doing lately. Muahahahahaha
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