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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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The third guard was much deeper into the complex, at the telescope. He had up several images of all sort of space phenomena that Lanie had never seen before and she had to admit it was beautiful. She watched for a few moments as he worked and typed several things into a data pad. He was much younger then the first two and was not dressed as an Alliance soldier. Lanie imagined he was one of the observatories personal guards and she also guessed he was a student. He was doing his homework or a paper or whatever one did when they were in university. She had never even really gone to a real school so she had no idea.

She felt bad about having to take him out, even before she reached him. She imagined he had gotten a job here to help pay the bills and have the added bonus of a working telescope, especially one that looked as impressive as this one did.

He was so wrapped up in his work he did not even see her as she approached. She used the same stun she used on the soldier at the door and he fell but she made sure she caught him before he did any damage.

“Sorry kid,” she whispered and moved him to a thick brass bar attached to the stand of the telescope. She used the flexi cuffs she had stolen and ensconced him so that he could not be easily spotted. She made sure he had nothing within reach of his hands that could aid him to escape.

“You just going to leave me here?” He asked as she moved away and he began to get his bearings back.

“Your relief will find you at the end of your shift, until then you will be safe here,” She said soothingly, he looked anything but soothed. She stopped, “How many more guards and soldiers?”

“Why would I tell you that?”

That was a fair question, she certainly wouldn’t give up that kind of information and neither would the Alliance soldier assigned this details, but this kid was not a soldier and not really a guard either. He took this job for his education not because it was a lifelong goal. She could understand that and even respect that, but that made him the weakest link. She moved back to him and moved down to a knee to be at his level. She removed her knife from her belt.

“Because it’s awfully hard to look into a telescope when you’re blind,” she said seriously and looked at him with no emotion on her face. He looked to her for a long time and she didn’t flinch, looking him dead in the eye, the knife rocking back and forth in her hand.

“Jesus fuck, really, you’d take my eye out,” he said finally, his voice had raised quite a few octaves, Lanie felt sorry for him.

“No, I’d take out both of them.”

Now he looked like he was going to cry and Lanie almost stopped, except she really needed the information.

“There’s two guards and four soldiers, two at the front door, two that walk the floors. The other guard is probably at the control centre.”

“Camera’s?” she asked watching him carefully

“We have a few but a lot don’t work, they haven’t bothered to fix them, no one comes here,” he replied, “until now.”

“Thank you,” she answered, definitely a student and from what she could tell from his body language telling the truth. She had to admit she was happy about that, she had made a gamble and it had paid off. She figured she had already dealt with the two front guards, now she had just three more to deal with. She had obviously not been spotted by the guy at the camera’s yet so she would deal with him next.

“Where’s the security office?”

“Back hall,” his head swung towards a second door in the room. “Out that door, go right, three doors on your left. You’re not going to hurt him are you?”

“Not if I don’t have to,” She said. She stood and moved to the door. She paused, wanting to say more to the poor kid, but there was nothing to say. She could tell him she would not have hurt him, but that would just be a slap in the face. “I won’t tell anyone what you told me.”

With that she left and moved to the security door. She would have to move fast because as soon as she opened the door the guard inside would know she was there. She opened the door and moved in ready to fight. It took her eyes a few moments to adjust to the dimness of the room. The lights had been turned off. She looked to the cameras on the screen and spotted the screen that clearly showed Sam working in some sort of a computer room. She couldn’t help but smile as she watched the woman. She was working so intently and she had this little crest in her brow as she did, it was very cute, as was the way she was chewing on her bottom lip.

There was a chair in front of the computers but it was empty. Lanie turned quickly as she heard movement. “Jesus Dave I still have two hours until we switch,” came a tired voice. Lanie raised a brow as she realized why they had not been spotted. The second guard was catching some shut eye. She couldn’t help but smile, neither of these two guys were real security guard, they were not want to bes, they were simply student with a job to help them get by. It was almost endearing. She was just glade they were not security for some ezo facility.

Before the man could focus himself she had him in flexi cuff and cuffed to some vent shaft in the room. He was still waking up.
“Are you kidding me?” he asked when it all finally sunk in. “You’re breaking into an observatory that is only half functional.”

“It’s all I needed,” Lanie said from the dark.

“Hey, you have a sexy voice are you like some super sexy assassin ninja or something?” the man said, Lanie could not help but smile again.

“Something like that, kid. Just hang tight and I imagine your relief will be in later to relieve you,” with that she smashed out the monitors and then took the hard drive. “Just tell them you put up a hell of a fight, I’ll back you up if they ever catch me.”

She moved back into the hallway and head for the two soldiers at the rear. She wondered if the guard and the soldiers got along. She imagined there was a different set of standards for both sides. If she had caught the soldier sleeping the results would have been entirely different.

She made it to the back doors unscathed and found herself wondering where the last two soldiers were. She could not really picture both of them leaving the post. Of course, they could have tried to contact the front two and when they had got no response one of them should have gone to check, but not both of them. She back tracked slightly and moved down a small side hallway that led to a kitchen area, but it was empty. She suddenly felt uneasy, as if something was wrong. She turned back to make her way to the main hallway and out of the corner of her eye spotted movement.

Out of pure instinct she dove for the ground towards the main hallway as gunfire hit the wall where she had been standing. She silently cursed herself for not wearing any armour and made her way to the telescope room. As she pulled the door open the lights went out.

“Shit,” she mumbled to herself and then froze. It was way to quite in the room. She had bound one of the guards here. She could not really see him keeping quite at her return or the lights going out. She strained her hearing but she heard nothing. She slowly and quietly made her way over to where she had left the guard. As she got close a metallic like smell reached her nose.

“Oh shit,” She moved down and tried her best to get even an outline of the guard. She did not need to see him though to know, he had been killed and right after she had trapped him here for his own safety. She gripped him by the collar, which was now soaked, and pressed her forehead against his.

“I’m sorry Dave,” she whispered to him as anger filled her quickly, “I didn’t know.”

She stood quickly and made her way back to the door, she needed to get to the other guard before he was taken out as well. Then she would have to get back to Sam who was thankfully locked in a room. Removing her pistol she slowly moved out of the room, staying low to the ground. Her feet moved lightly as she proceeded down the hallway.
There were at least two in the observatory with them. She imagined the other soldiers she had already taken out were dead as well and the anger continued to boil. She found the security room and moved inside.

“Whose there?” The guard’s voiced out. Lanie let out a breath of relief. Lanie moved over to his and cut his binding.

“Just me again, we need to get you out of here,” She whispered.

“Why, you going to take me somewhere and kill me?” he said loudly, out of instinct Lanie slapped him.

“Shut up,” she warned, “There are people out there who are trying to kill you and if you want to live you need to listen to what I tell you.”

“Why would anyone want to kill me?” the guard asked. “You’re the one that broke into the place.”

“They want to kill you because of me,” she admitted, “You got a flashlight?”

There was shuffling sounds then suddenly a light straight into her eyes, “Bright, fuck,” she said reaching up and grabbing the light. She turned it around on him to see just who she was dealing with. She kept moving the light up. “Jesus, how tall are you?”

“Six foot eight,” he said to her. Lanie whistled, he was pretty muscular as well. She felt like she was standing next to a bull. He hadn’t seemed that big when he had been sitting down, but then it had been dark.

“You certainly ate your Wheaties and your brothers too I bet,” She turned off the light. “My friend is in the computer room, we need to get to her.”

“And Dave too, we can’t forget him, he had a summer course he needs to finish.”

Lanie felt that flicker of guilt and tried to fight it, “What’s your name?” She asked the big man.

“Ryan.”

“Listen Ryan, Dave is dead, whoever is out there killed him.”

There was silence in the room for a long time she had turned the flashlight off but she could almost see the big man letting the news sink in. It was only a second before she felt a big meaty hand around her neck and she was slammed into the wall. Any air she had escaped her lung and the choking hand did not allow any to enter.

“Who are you?” Ryan asked, all of the playfulness in his voice completely gone, “Why did you bring all this here?”

She could have escaped his grasp quite easily but she let Ryan come to terms with what was happening. She just really hoped he did so before she passed out. He finally released her and she dropped to her knees trying to regain her breath.

“Sorry,” she coughed out as soon as she could, the man was extremely strong. It took her a moment, “I’m sorry,” she finally managed to say, “If I knew people were following me I would not have left you all helpless.”

She felt his hand wrap around her arm and pulled her to her feet. “No, that was uncalled for, I’m sorry, but really who are you?”

“That is something that you are better off not knowing,” she answered honestly. There was silence for a long time.

“Well, who’s after you then?”

“That, Ryan, is the question of the year. We need to get out of here,” Lanie moved to the door and opened it slightly, drawing her pistol. The hallway was dark but with a little bit of light come from the doors at the end, she could see basic outlines. “We need to get to the computer room that is where my friend is.”

“This way,” He whispered back and took Lanie’s hand so they wouldn’t get separated. They slowly moved along the wall down the hall, by passing the room where David had been killed. She felt bad, this was her fault, had she known someone was this close on her heels she probably would not have come here. Had she not been fighting a concussion she would have been able to think much more clearly and suggested getting more distance between Hope and here.

“Right here,” Ryan said finally and started to fumble with some keys. She knocked on the door once. But before she could say anymore she caught the shadow of movement from the corner of her eye. She shoved Ryan as best she could and licked back. She felt her foot hit someone’s chest. She took the chance of turning on the flash light to see who her attacker was.

A pair of unworldly like blue eyes looked back to her. “Hello Lieutenant Flynn,” the man said to her with a think French accent, pushing his long red dreadlocks out of his face.

Lanie’s eye narrowed, she had met this man, and his sister before, and they were nicknamed the Purifiers based on their abilities. She had worked with them three times and each time she had showered for hours afterwards and still felt their filth about her persons.

Remi Demarais was the older of the two and the brains behind their little duo. He was sleek and cunning and would kill his own mother if it made a decent game. As a matter of fact, Lanie figured he probably did kill his mother; either that or the woman killed herself after learning what kind of monsters she had brought into the world.

Remi could make a body disappear to the point where the person had never existed. She had been part of a clean-up crew once and she still occasionally had nightmares. She would never forget what happened to a person that was still alive when he cleaned up a scene. They muffled scream of pure agony and the twitching of the limbs as their bodies melted in whatever nitric acid compound he had concocted, and that was one of his more pleasant ways of making a person disappear completely.

The worst part was he had enjoyed it, playing his classical music and dancing around his cauldron of death, mimicking the cried of the dying. She had been one step away from killing him, and would have had Gary not stopped her, Gary.

Then there was his sister, Demona Demarais, a sick demented individual who excelled in torture. Lanie had watched her break down a Cerberus operative to the point where he believed she was a goddess and had him giving over information that he probably did not even know he knew. She had needed to get a code from the man and Gary had brought her to Demona. Her torture was precise and sometimes sickening and even Lanie had not been able to watch it completely. She had always felt guilty for bringing the Operative to her. She felt responsible and had tried to watch the whole proceeding but she the woman started to flay him slowly she had to leave.

It wasn’t just the torture though; she would drug them and mix reality with fantasy to the point where they had no idea what was happening. She had ways of delving deep into their soles and convincing them she was saving them.

Remi disgusted and repulsed her while Demona scared the living shit out of her. They were a match made in hell. She panicked as she wondered where Demona was, she could only prey that she had not found Sam.

“Remi,” She finally spit out, she realized she had no idea if either of them were even a part of the military or if they had any kind of rank. “They set you free did they?”

He smiled, which made her stomach turn, “They did, they gave me a good challenge, no?”

“Where is your sister?”

“She is around;” he shrugged, “Cleaning up your mess. I was kind of sad when they told me they needed you gone. I like you.”

“Oh, that really doesn’t make me feel better,” Lanie answered and Remi smiled moving slightly trying to get a line directly to Ryan. Lanie shifted to keep herself between the two.

“Ah, we are going to dance,” he said still smiling. “That will buy time for my sister to find your little girlfriend. She is, sweet, I am sure Demona will have fun bending her to her will, but you are mine.”

Lanie liked to think she was an honorable person and at times strived to be so, but this was not one of those times. She really didn’t care what it took to down this man, just that it was done. Time for talk was now over. He had made the mistake of threatening the one true thing she had feelings for at the moment. The only person who believed that she was innocent and probably the only real friend she had ever had, if you could call their relationship a friendship. She just knew that she was not going to let this duo touch Sam, not if she could stop it.

She brought her pistol up and fired, but Remi seemed to read her body language as she did and was moving as she pulled the trigger.

“Get in the room,” Lanie demanded of Ryan as Remi knocked the gun from her hand and attacked. Lanie charged the man, wrapping her arms around his waist and pushing until they finally hit a wall. He picked her up and threw her down the hall and charged himself as she rolled back into a standing position. He slammed into her and they fell to the ground, rolling together. Lanie had used his momentum to roll until she was on top of him, straddling his waist and fighting off his hand. She pinned one arm down with a knee; he twisted under her as she reached for her knife. Before she could get to it her rolled and pulled her off him, then kicked her in the stomach before either of them rolled back to their feet.

They both came up with knives. Cautiously they circled each other as Lanie noticed Ryan was gone, hopefully inside the computer room.

“Ah, this is sexy no, that look in your eye makes, mmm yes, makes you beautiful, mon amant, like a dance,” he cooed, like a lover would. She was just glad she did not know French and had no idea of what he just called her.

“You just don’t stop talking do you?” every time she had worked with him he had been liked this, he just never shut up. He smiled but she attacked before he could say no, swiping carefully trying to judge his skill. He moved back and then countered with a slight spin. She blocked it easily with both her arms and used a down swipe with her wrist to cut his arm. He pulled away and looked down to the cut.

“Ah yes, a love tap,” he lifted his arm and licked at his own blood. She swallowed down he own revulsion. She didn’t let him play his game and attacked again. There was a flurry as they exchanged blows but as they parted the smile was on Lanie’s face.

“Well, this was unexpected,” Remi said as his hand reached for his stomach. He pulled it back and it was covered in blood. He activated his omni tool and his barrier, something she did not have. Sam had her omni tool.

“You cheater,” Lanie spit out.

“All is fair in love and war, mon amant.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Lanie rolled backward and over where her pistol had fallen, when she got back to her feet Remi was gone. “Fuck!” she cursed, she would have loved to end him right there, sneaky bastard. She moved to the door and knocked once, when it did not open right away she knocked more.

“Sam, it’s me, open the door,” she called thinking all sorts of horrible things in her head. What if Demona had found and killed Sam, Lanie could not even fathom the pain that brought to her heart, just thinking about it. “Sam,” she pounded harder. Then the door opened and Ryan stood there. She stepped in and locked the door behind them. She turned and froze as Demona had found Sam.

“I’m sorry Lanie,” Sam said to her as the Marine brought up her rifle. “I don’t know how she got in here.”

The Purifier had one arm around Sam and a knife to her throat. Lanie raised the pistol. “Hello Lieutenant Flynn,” she purred into Sam’s ear. “Your petit ami is very pretty, I like her accent.”

“You make a mark on her and I will make you regret it,” Lanie threatened.

The woman rubbed her cheek against Sam’s hair, “She is very soft, I would like fix, to make her, how you say, more compliant and sexy, you would like that, no?”

Demona was slowly making her way to the far door, Lanie kept her within seven feet, following her. Ryan looked at her.

“Make sure no one comes through that door,” Lanie said to him and looked back to Sam and Demona.

“I bet she would break easy and I would make her mine, completely,” Lanie could see the moistness in Sam’s eyes, she was terrified and Lanie did not blame her, Lanie was terrified, she could not put her finger on why. She had never felt like this before her heart was pumping so loudly she was surprise no one else could hear it.

“You’re not leaving this room with her,” Lanie said. Demona was ignoring her.

“Remi can have his fun with you, no? And I can have Sam, mmmm, so soft.” She said, “Sam open the door for me, just reach back and unlock and open the door.”
“Sam, no, don’t,” Lanie said. Sam was frozen and Lanie was close to tears herself. She was not going to lose Sam. “Do you trust me?”

Sam nodded, she didn’t even have to think about it, she nodded right away, a fact Lanie did not miss. “Then I apologize for this.” Lanie squeezed the trigger and hit Demona in the fleshy area around the nose. The woman dropped immediately to the ground. Lanie knew she was dead, she had aimed the for pituitary gland area. She was a marksman and Demona’s head was nothing but a target. Lanie rushed to Sam immediately as Sam looked to the dead woman. She was shaking.

She took the woman into her arms and held on to her for dear life. “You shot her,” Sam said softly.

“There was no way I would let her have you Sam, I am so sorry, she would have done horrible things and,” Lanie pulled her close again, “I would never have forgiven myself.”

Sam held onto Lanie as well and then pulled away slightly, “You’re shaking Lanie,” She said looking up into the Marines eyes. Lanie held on for a few more seconds, enjoying the warmth of Sam’s arms, for split second she felt a pull and want to lean down and kiss the other woman but instead pulled away and shook her head.

“Must be the strain, you know the fighting and the concussion,” she excused. Sam looked to her for a few seconds then nodded. “Sam, meet Ryan, Ryan, Sam, we’re going to need to get him somewhere safe. Demona and her brother killed everyone else.”

“There are two of them?”

“Yeah, siblings to boot,” Lanie said taking a deep breath. “Pack your stuff we have to leave.”

“I have a lot to tell you,” Sam said getting excited once again. Lanie wanted to be excited but she was still slightly in a panic mode. Everything she had been through in her life and she had never once felt as terrified as she had when Demona had the knife against Sam’s throat and knowing what the woman would do to her. It was a completely strange new feeling and one she didn’t understand. She was glad Sam appeared to have bounced back, but she was struggling, not just with the feeling but why, and what brought it on, what it might mean.

“When we are safe Sam, pack up and you can tell me later,” She said gently and they pack up some equipment for her and then left, Sam moving out the door first. Ryan stopped before he followed and looked to her. “I would have kissed her if I had been you.”

“What?”

“Sam, you so wanted to kiss her and that, that would have been sexy,” he added breaking the moment. She gave him and looked and pushed him out the door after Sam.
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