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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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OOC: Another small change IN chapter 10 I mentioned the SOD’s assistant, I changed it to Deputy Prime Ministers Assistant. Also note I do not know Spanish so they are all translated and if they are wrong I apologize

James had sent Teemo back to Vancouver immediately. He had a job for his friend and one only Teemo could be trusted with. His mind raced over the information that Sam had given to him. His daughter that he just learnt about was possibly alive. It was almost like a roller coaster this whole mission he had taken his team on. First he found out that he had a daughter, which was followed quickly by the new announcing she had died during the war, then he receives new that she may be alive and in the hands of the enemy. He needed to know and he needed to know as soon as possible.
He had sent Teemo on a private mission to Gary’s home to collect some DNA of their daughter, he already had a technician set up to analyse the sample and compare it with his DNA. If the result showed that this girl was his daughter he would march into that house and take her back himself, then he really had no idea of where he would go from there. He wasn’t even sure if he was angry at Lanie or not for keeping the girl a secret. A lot of things would have been a lot different if he had known he was a father.
“You are getting way to personally involved in this bro,” Teemo said over the communicator, as James drove back to the hospital. “And really, what are you going to do with the kid if you find out it’s hers,”
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. Teemo had no idea he was possibly her father, “We’ll get her to a safe place until we can get Lanie exonerated.”
“And if that doesn’t happen, or she’s killed?”
James realized he didn’t like that idea. Lanie would always hold a special place in his heart. They had only had that one night but he had never bonded with anyone like he had with her. Not that there was ever a relationship for them in the cards but there was something there, he couldn’t put his finger on it. He sighed as he finally realized he was jealous of Sam if she did have a relationship with Lanie.
After that night they had run into each other a couple of times but he had never had time to see how she was doing, nor, he had to admit, did he go out of his way to find out and he knew she was alone. He knew Sam and if she was in a relationship with Lanie Sam would be nothing but loyal and caring and everything Lanie would need. That was what he was jealous of, even though the Marine needed to take some of the blame for the lack of contact.
“That can’t happen; this is the first big task we have taken on as a unit. I don’t plan on failing, we owe her that much, or I do anyway.”
“You are going to tell Grace about the kid?”
“Kinda have to; if we need some legal way to get that kid out of there she will know how to do it,” James said, she was sure Grace would be able to do the math herself but at this point if it was his daughter and she was in an unsafe place, he needed to get her out, no matter what.
“All right, I’ll let you know as soon as I get the sample.” Teemo said and closed communication. James looked out the window of the shuttle as they finally made it into Vancouver. He could see now, why Lanie had never told him. He didn’t even know the girl and she was already affecting his decisions. He had always swore if he had children he would be a better father then his was. With this girl he had not had the chance. He just wasn’t sure how he felt about it; there was anger, he wished he had been told, but then there was relief that he hadn’t been. He had done too much, made too many decision that had he not made would have resulted in a lot of death. Decisions he might not have made had he known he had a daughter.
The shuttle hovered over the hospital for a few moments before finally landing softly. The doors opened and he used the crutches to get out. He was still slightly in shock as he made his way back down to Gracie’s room.
“Welcome back Mr. Vega,” said one of the nurses as he passed. He smiled to her out of habit.
“For you, it’s James; Mr. Vega was my dad,” he winked slightly and turned into the Lawyers room and froze for a second before snapping his hand up and standing at attention, “Sir.”
He eyed Grace slightly as Deputy Prime Minister Evan Collier turned to him, wondering what the hell the man was doing here and why he wasn’t warned. She shrugged behind the man’s back.
“Lieutenant Commander Vega, may I say I am honored to finally meet you, you can relax,” he held out his hand and James shook it. “Grace here has just been filling me in about your little crew.”
“She is the expert,” James said, “I must admit sir, this is a surprise.”
“Well, I know the Prime Minister talked an awful lot about FORCON. She seemed to think that having humanities equivalent of a Spectre would be a good thing.”
“Well we’re not exactly their equivalent; our authority is limited to Humans.” James corrected.
“A special sort of homeland security.”
“Something like that,” James looked to Grace still wondering why the man was here. The Prime Minister had sanctioned their unit but James had never met her. Although meet and great was Grace’s specialty.
“Well the Prime Minister liked the idea and so do I. I heard about what happened and just thought I would come and see how everyone was doing.”
James hobbled over to stand beside Grace and took a long look at the man. He had seen him several times before on the news but he had never met him before. His hair, which always looked so brown on television held much more of a grey tint in real life. He sported a perfectly trimmed Winnfield moustache with a slight goatee, which made him seem a little bit shady in James mind; at least he was attributing it to the moustache. He wore the typical politician million dollar suit and James could only think of spilling something on it.
James didn’t like him, he could not put a finger on it but there was something about the man that really bothered him. It did start with the fact that James felt he was invading his space. He didn’t like the way the man would occasionally look over to Grace with ogling eyes. Not that James could blame any man, Grace was a well put together woman, and even when slightly bruised and cut she was still beautiful. Few women could pull that off. Or maybe it was the fact that he kept petting his moustache that drove him insane; James would figure it out at some point.
“Well, we got a little bit banged up, but we are both doing fine,” James said hovering over Grace now.
“I am sorry to hear about that, I imagine it is in regards to the shooting. I had heard you took an interest in it, have you found any new leads on possible accomplices?” The man asked. James raised a brow.
“Just a few small leads here and there. We’ve been working on those supposed sighting of the shooter, a few other things as well. It’s been busy.”
“Well, I have a complete file here on Anhur Reedy; he is my aid that was with the Prime Minister before she was shot. He’s a good kid though, smart as a whip and he has been with me almost since I started. I don’t know why he would have been with her. He was taken into custody when everything first happened and I have not seen him since.”
James nodded, he knew why the man was here now, and he wanted them to find his aide. James took the file from him and opened it. He looked down to the handsome man smiling back to him. He certainly did not look like someone who would have gotten caught up in a conspiracy. He was well educated, studying at Harvard; he had received a scholarship for his football skills and had played on the international team. He was a tall kid but obvious that he took care of himself. He has studied political theory and political science with an understudy of law. He had graduated with honours.
Other than a couple of speeding tickets the man had never had any dealings with the law. They needed to find this kid, if he wasn’t dead already James figured he would be soon, he had scapegoat written all over him. Just like Lanie, whoever was behind all this had taken a lot of time to plan whatever they were planning and James realized that his job had just grown. They were not just looking to exonerate Lanie but perhaps something bigger and more sinister.
“We will look into this,” James said.
“And the rumours that the assassin might still be out there?” the man asked and that confirmed for James that he was officially fishing to see what they knew.
“Well, we have heard the rumours and haven’t really found any evidence of that yet, Sir,” he decides to drop enough to see what waves he could ruffle, “We are investigating a possible Terra Firma connection though.”
“Terra Firma,” the Deputy Prime Minister said but James could see through him, the surprise was faked and badly, “We haven’t heard from them in almost five years.”
“Yeah, I learned a long time ago silent does not mean gone. They must have been festering some sort of a plan for a long time; we just need to figure out their end game.”
He looked over to Gracie who was looking at him as if he had two heads; at least she was smart enough to play along.
“Well now, that is very true, Lt. Commander,” Collier said. They all stared at each other for a few moments before the man continued, “Well, it’s been nice to meet you and if you need anything, and I mean anything, do not hesitate to ask.”
“Sounds like an ace in the hole,” James said and smiled shaking the man’s hand again. He watched as the security entourage that was in the room left and pick up more secret service men on the way out. He scowled as he did.
“Sí claro, iré a verlo a usted cuando mi tumba está frío y se ha olvidado de carácter psicológico. Te gilipollas.” James mumbled under his breath after they were gone.
“Whoa hotshot, am I missing something, I wasn’t aware we were hating the Deputy Prime Minister.”
“He was digging for information,” James said.
“Of course he was, I would be to.”
“Not like that Gracie, he was digging to find out what we knew.”
“Terra Nova, was this something you were going to tell me?” She said, “And how did we figure that out?”
“Well, honest, we didn’t, Communication Specialist Samantha Traynor did.” James said. “Don’t say anything too loud but she was on my short list for Kevin’s spot, she has a knack for finding anomalies and well hidden information. She ran a facial recognition but without any perimeters. It was an old photo but it was Gary at a Terra Firma rally standing with

Charles Saracino himself.”
“Saracino was an idiot though and failed to gain a seat in parliament and was ousted by his own party under the suspicion of having his rival party leader killed.”
“Yeah but that was proven to be false when Grayson admitted to being the one responsible and working on behalf of Cerberus.”
“The Illusive Man was working on getting someone he could control into office, someone with the same beliefs as Cerberus,” the lawyer said. “So we could be looking at Cerberus as well.” Grace concluded.

“I don’t think it’s gone that far. Terra Firma never liked being linked with them, I wouldn’t rule them out though, they are capable of anything.”
Grace continued reading then looked up to him. “You think Fletchers daughter is Lanie’s daughter, as in they had an affair at some point?”
“No, I think they kidnapped the girl from the citadel two years ago. I think that if everything goes to hell for him he will use the girl to motivate Lanie.”
“Te gilipollas, indeed,” She looked to the picture of the girl, “She is very pretty James, she has your smile.”
“Yeah I, wait, how did you know?” James said.
Grace smiled, “I am very good at my job. So what are you going to do?”
“I sent Teemo to go and get a DNA sample, some hair or something.”
“What are you going to do if she is your daughter?”
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly, “I haven’t even figured out how I feel about it. I mean, I don’t know her, at all, at least Lanie had a couple of years to know what it’s like,” he paused as he felt a slight panic, “God, I couldn’t imagine what that must have felt like, losing her.”
Grace smiled slightly, “Well, let’s not jump the gun here, Vega, you all might be wrong,” she said but doubted it completely. The girl looked like Alana Flynn, right down to the freckles across her nose, but definitely had James’ charming smile. “So before knowing about the girl, why Alana Flynn, why go out of your way for a woman you had a one night stand with?”
“Because, I mean, up until Lanie I hated Spec Op Unit, especially infiltration unit. I always thought they were nothing but cowards the sat on a perch and picked people off. Afraid to get their hands dirty, always hiding,” he paused as if in thought. “Lanie though, I remember her answering our call, saying simply that she was coming. Next thing I know there’s a shit storm going on outside the building we were hiding in and when I looked out she was right in the middle of it. She had taken them by surprise and they had no idea what hit them. She was not unscathed, but she had done it, carved us a path in which to escape.” He chuckled and looked to Grace, “I remember, it was the first time I ever met her and she was covered in blood, exhausted and injured and she waited until we were all safe to follow. Are you ready to go home, that was the first thing she ever said to me.
The next day there was an impromptu party to celebrate making it out alive, like all Marine parties it got kinda wild. She had come, injuries and all. We had a long talk and I asked her what would possess her to come down alone, risking her life to save our and you know what she said to me.” He paused for a long time and when Grace did not answer he continued. “She said it was a no brainer that it was easy to help those who had everything to lose when one had nothing to lose. I just never forgot that.”
It was quiet for a long while before Grace finally spoke, “She’s a rather depressing sort, no offence but wow, I don’t know why she bothers some time.”
“It’s the fact that she does that makes her special and when people like that can’t take care of themselves, we need to take care of them.”

“You know James, sometimes you’re not just a big head,” Grace said and they both laughed.

Sgt. Tim Monteiro hated everything about military life, which to him was sort of an oxymoron since he could not bring himself to just leave. He hated the early mornings; he hated the constant exercising to keep himself in shape and he hated the short uniform hairstyles and sterile life most military personal live. In honour of all this hate Teemo had grown his hair long, sported a beard and a moustache, refused to wear a uniform and drank as often as possible. The military still would not let him go.
His last superior Captain Siegfried had kept him either in solitary out in rigorous training thinking that he would be able to wear him out, refusing to let him back to the squad until he cut his hair and shaved. Teemo had outlasted him by a few months and had been placed on involuntary leave until James had arrived to drag his ass out of the stockade and into some special unit.
Teemo had joined the alliance after he had faked his papers saying he was a year older then he actually was. He had been escaping his home, fleeing a life of physical and mental abuse. While he loved his mother he really could not care much for his father who really could care less about him. He was nothing but a punching bag to his old man and he often took the beatings to keep him from hitting his mother.
When he was sixteen his mother had developed brain cancer and died within six months and he had gone out and got a job to make enough money to get the forged papers to flee his life and become someone new. The Alliance had offered, for anyone that wanted it, a life of hope and heroism and adventure and for him it got him as far away from Earth as possible.
The problem was when he first joined there was not much to do, the one major war humanity had been involved with was over before he joined. There were still hostilities but not much fighting. As it turned out he actually rather like the Turians, they were great fight fighters and loyal companions when they actually became your friend. He had been able to work alongside few when he had spent his time in the Intelligence field, most sniffing out Cerberus. He had been able to see his fair share of death and destruction there. He had come to hate Cerberus and everything they stood for.
Then Cerberus had gotten their hook into the woman he had fallen in love with. She had been part of a biotic unit that had been helping them liberate a group of Asari children from the bastard when he had met her. She was the most beautiful person he had ever met, with thick long, ever so soft blonde hair and blue eyes that made you want to drown in them. She had a smiled that melted his heart every time she flashed it at him.
He was going to marry her; he knew that from the moment they met. They had dated for two years before finally getting engaged and she had gone missing two week before they were set to get married. He had spent the next year of his life looking for her and when he did, the Alliance refused to assist in her rescue and forbid him from going. An order he was not going to keep. He had hired a small group of mercenaries and went after her himself, which had ended up being his biggest mistake. After fighting into the Cerberus Complex he found that he had been sold out and taken prisoner. His fiancé was already dead and he was alone and he found that he only wished that Cerberus would kill him.
Before they had a chance the base had been attacked and he had been rescued but he didn’t care. To make matters even worse the Alliance had decided to not give up on him. It was a punishment and he knew it. They knew he wanted to be alone but they would not allow that. No they made him pay by staying alive. Captain Siegfried loved to force him out of bed and set him off to training. He loved to yell and scream at him and tell him how useless he was, which never really bothered him because that was exactly how he felt.
He spent any time he was allowed off duty drinking and filling his head with mind blowing drugs, only to have the Captain find him and drag his ass back to camp. It was a hell of a way to live but it was all he had.
And then the war struck and he had sobered up pretty damn quickly as he was thrust back into his unit and sent out to lead a squad. It had been a year of hell and some of the things he had witnessed in that time made Cerberus look like saints. He had lost so many people that he knew that he actually stopped remembering names. It wasn’t worth it to get to know the person beside you because more than likely they ended up dead.
Captain Siegfried was killed during the final push and the war was over and Teemo had been left to his own devices and in the brig more than he was out of it. The Alliance still refused to let him just fade into oblivion; he had skills and experience that they needed if they could just get him to care.
That was when James found him, one of those people that time had forgotten. They had been best friends when they were kids, almost inseparable. Not that they were the best kids ever, they both had some mad thieving skills and liked to sneak into the movie theatres to watch movies, but they were always there for each other until James had to move.
James had dragged his sorry ass from oblivion and offered him a job in a brand new squad. James had held out a hand, letting him know that it would probably be the last he would get and he promised to take care of him, and Teemo would never forget that nor would he ever be able to repay his friend for helping him out of that hole he had been in for so long. He did know that James was the only person that he gave his loyalty to. He could care less about the rest of the Alliance.
He didn’t care much for this Gary guy either. The man was a sleaze bucket, Teemo had no proof of that yet, but he felt it deep in his bones. The pad had hinted that the asshole might have kidnapped this kid to keep her mother in line if his plans all went to shit. That was pretty low as far as he was concern. He just needed to find the proof. Then he needed to know why James was getting so personally involved in this.
He finally made it to the house but he had been surprised at the number of security measures there was throughout the neighbourhood. He was more the certain that the neighbours were not just neighbours but military personal. There were camera and alarms and even a sensor plate in the welcome mat at the door. An awful lot of security for the suburban family next door, hitting the place during the day was a challenge but he had beaten most of it, but he did not want to linger and take a chance at accidentally hitting some silent trigger.
He recorded everything like James had asked, he alarms and security and the layout of the house, starting upstairs and working his way down. He managed to grab some hair off the little girls brush and then was lucky enough to find a washcloth with blood on it beside the bed. He imagined that maybe the little one had a nose bleed or had cut herself, didn’t matter, blood would be perfect.
The house was huge and he remembered someone saying that his “wife” was a doctor of some sort, even so, he could never have even dreamt of a house this big. He shook his head as he descended a set of stairs into the basement.
“Wow,” he chuckled as he looked around the ultimate man cave, “Ok, now I’m jealous of the prick,” he said to the camera. James we need a man cave.”
He looked over the rich looking pool table to the fully stalked bar to the wall sized screen. Gary must have thrown some great parties here. He had several hockey sticks lining the wall and they were all signed with pictures hanging above them. The man sure loved his hockey, which was something Teemo could respect because he loved hockey as well.
“If this guy’s not married and I didn’t know any better, I’d marry him for this basement alone. I bought a hot car to be a chick magnet; this basement is a guy magnet.”
He continued to move around the basement and found himself staring at a picture with Gary and it looked like the Captain of the Canucks. He was about to move away when something caught his eye. The windows were not right. There were four small windows but they seemed unevenly placed, his eyes narrowed, unless…
He moved to the window that was bothering him and decided it was much too close to the wall. He looked the wall up and down a few times and the moved to the long book shelf and gave it a push. It moved slightly, enough that Teemo could feel air from beyond it. “Huh, he has a secret room in the man cave.”
He knew he should be getting out of the house but his curiosity got the better of him and he pushed hard until it started to move on his own. “Huh,” there was a simply desk with a single computer on it with some pictures hanging behind it. He knew he didn’t have time to go through the computer but he had no doubt that it probably had the answer to all of their questions on it. He took a few steps closer but stopped in mid step as he eyed one of the photos.
“Well doesn’t that bite the fat monkey’s ass,” Teemo moved closer so the camera could get a good look at the photo. He couldn’t help but smile as he figured he had just found the biggest piece of the puzzle. He looked back to the computer and sighed, he couldn’t take it with him. He moved out of the room happy with the evidence he had collected and pushed the bookshelf back into place.
He made his way back up the stairs and was almost out the back door when he heard the gun shot. He felt his shoulder explode and didn’t even bother to look behind him to see who was there. He opened the door, activated his shields and ran, pulling out his semi-automatic locus and fired at random behind him. He ran for the fence and climbed for all he was worth, feeling bullets spray all over. His shield was not going to last much longer. He dropped from the top of the fence and rolled into a run and then moved to his stomach when he reached the taller brush. The shooting stopped but he knew it was not over.
“Fuck, fuck,” he chanted slightly to himself, moving as fast as he could, his shoulder screaming at him to stop moving. When he was sure he was a safe distance away he stood up and brought up the omni. This little suburban paradise was out in the middle of nowhere and there was over twenty miles between him and normal people. His car was park too far away to even try to get to.
He hit his communications device but James was not picking up, instead he was forced to leave a message, “Really?!?! James you fuck, answer your pages you moron.” He cursed at the machine. “I got the evidence that you wanted with an added bonus but I’m stuck in the middle of fucking nowhere with who knows what the fuck chasing me, could use a hand.” Bullets sprayed into the tree behind him. “Sometime soon,” he said as he started running again, hoping James didn’t wait to listen to that message.
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