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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138070 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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This person... whoever they are, they're going to ask you for a ship. And not just any ship: a ship with a history as a non-human vessel. Once they make that request, you'll have your Alliance traitor in front of you.

Zaeed and Rooker were frozen in place, as Dugas calmly pressed the button to stop the message playback. "The rest isn't nearly as good, I'm afraid," the krogan said, simmering rage now filling his voice. "Just the person on the other end offering another 500 million credits to take care of the Alliance spy for him. 'Dead or alive,' he said. You know, at the time I thought it was all some big prank or something. Didn't really pay it much mind. But when you came along and requested exactly what the man said you would... well, you understand, Zaeed. 500 million dollars... that's a lot of money to pass up. Especially since all I need to hand over some lying fucking Alliance spy!"

"Dugas, come on," Zaeed said, trying to figure a way to talk himself out of this situation even though he was pretty sure they were out of options. "You really would believe some random twat who messages you out of nowhere... over your old mate? Come on, don't tell me you're... you're that..." Zaeed trailed off, the room starting to spin even harder now as he struggled to keep from falling out of his seat. "Bloody hell, this booze is... is..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Zaeed. Feeling a little woozy?" Dugas asked condescendingly, standing up from his desk with the Carnifex pistol in his hand. "Probably was that tranquilizer I slipped in your drink. See, I'm not entirely heartless. As easy as it would be to just put a bullet in you and hand you off to my newest informant friend... what can I say? I'm a sentimental guy, and I'm willing to turn you over to him alive."

Zaeed struggled to stay conscious as he muttered. "Ah, well. Suppose I can't really blame you, mate. With such a... a large bounty on my head... I guess when it comes to betraying me, there's no time like the present." He waited for the response from Jacob in his ear, and when he heard nothing repeated the words louder, "No time like the present. No time like the bloody present!"

"Trying to send a signal to your Alliance keepers, I imagine," Dugas correctly intuited. "Nice thing about this office, even with how old it looks: all the modern conveniences. Including a communications scrambler to keep any unwanted signals from coming on... or going out." He gestured to the two batarians at the door, while sliding his heavy pistol into a holster on his hip. "Tie this Alliance shit up. He's too doped up to give you much of a fight, I imagine. While you're getting him ready, I need to make a call to my mysterious friend, let him know that..."

"AAAAIIIIEEEEE!" A loud shriek suddenly filled the room, as Rooker abruptly jumped up off the couch and cried out in sheer terror. "Mr. Dugas, please! Don't hurt me!" she cried out, rushing over to the krogan with her arms flailing in front of her. "He... Zaeed forced me to go along with the plan! He said I'd never work in Alliance space again if I didn't!" Falling down to her knees in front of the burly krogan, she clasped her hands together and stared up with pleading eyes. "I promise if you let me go, I'll do anything you want!"

The krogan let out a rumbling chuckle. "Anything, my dear?" He looked over at Zaeed, looking woozy from his seat still on the couch. "Quite a remarkable woman you have here, old friend." His leering eyes flicking back to Rooker, he grinned and reached for the front fastener of his pants. "Well, as long as you're down there..."

A smile crept onto Rooker's face. "Right. As long as I'm down here..." she said, her eyes focused on the swell of the krogan's groin... before quickly pivoting left to the gun on his hip.

"Boss, watch..." was all that one of the batarian bodyguards got out, before Rooker whipped the pistol off of Dugas' hip. The batarian was just reaching to activate his shield as Rooker, still on her knees, arched and fell backwards. Even from her current vantage point – upside-down and bent nearly in half – the two shots Rooker got off before the guards could react were aimed true, and batarian brains were soon splattered across Dugas' expensive doors.

"Alliance bastards!" Dugas exclaimed, dashing past Rooker and pushing his way through the doors. Rooker fired after him, but unlike his guards Dugas had managed to get his shields up before the bullets started flying. "Kill those humans! And get my shuttle warmed up!"

"Dammit," Rooker muttered. Zaeed watched in awe as the agile Alliance officer put her legs in the air and kipped up off the floor, landing on her high heels without a trace of losing her balance. Sprinting over to Zaeed, she gave him a few slaps across the face. "Come on, Zaeed! We can't let him get away. One way or another, we need to get that ship from him!"

"Turn... turn off the communications jammer..." Zaeed muttered, blearily trying to rise up to his feet before tumbling back down onto the couch. "Gotta let Jacob know that it... it all went to shit..."

Rooker nodded her head. "Good idea," she muttered, before rushing over to the desk. Staring down at the control panel set into the mahogany surface, Rooker frowned. "Where is the damn thing?" she said, hitting buttons on the desk control panel. "Is it this one?"

The speakers in the room began playing Dugas' voice again, this time from a different call. "Dammit, that isn't it," Rooker muttered. "Where is that..."

Janthus, this is Dugas. Just got a weird call from some crazy fuck with a voice distorter and a huge bankroll. Probably nothing, but better safe than sorry.

"Janthus," Zaeed muttered, struggling again to regain his footing. But whatever drug Dugas had slipped him was powerful stuff, and his legs just refused to stop wobbling around so much. "Where'd I hear that name? Something about a party..."

What have you got for me, boss?

First thing: head to this address. You're going to strongly suggest to the people who live there that they take a vacation, immediately. If they don't agree to your suggestion... well, you're a smart man. I'm sure you can come up with some ways to... persuade them.

Not a problem, boss. Mind telling me why we're making vacation plans to the neighbors?

There's a possibility that's been brought to my attention, that I may soon be visited by Alliance spies. And if I know the Alliance, they'll need a base of operations to work from when they arrive. A vacant house with the residents on vacation... the perfect base.

Rooker's head snapped up from the desk.

And what should we do after that, boss?

You and your best men set up camp in the old lumber yard on the other side of the hill. Might be a few days, so stock up on some rations before you get dug in. If this tip I got turns out to be nothing after a while, I'll give you a call and you can head on back. But if you hear word from me that "the party is on," then you and your men take down that house with everything you've got. Those Alliance fucks won't even know what hit them.

Rooker stared at Zaeed with wide eyes, and Zaeed managed to mutter. "You'd better get that communications block down soon, I'm thinking."

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Jacob breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the radio come back on. "Zaeed, glad to have you back. Did you get the ship or..."

"No time like the present!" Jacob heard Rooker scream over Zaeed's radio. "You need to get out of there, right now!"

"Tara, what's..." Vega said into the radio.

"They know you're there!" Rooker yelled. "A team of mercs is heading to your position right now! Get Cortez to your position and get out of there, now! We need you in the air to keep Dugas from blasting off and getting away!"

Jacob and Vega immediately jumped up from their seats. "People, we've been made!" Jacob called out, and the rest of the team immediately snapped to attention. "Moving out, on the double!"

Everybody sprinted to the back door they had entered from, weapons at the ready. "Hey, Esteban!" Vega called into his comms unit. "We need that shuttle here, and we need it yesterday!"

Jacob waited to hear Cortez's response. But the line was totally dead. "Shit, you don't think they..." Vega said, as he and Jacob took the lead out of the door.

"No time to think about it," Jacob responded. He pointed off to the tree line in the distance. "He landed the shuttle over there. We're going to have to hoof it!"

"Jacob!" Tali yelled, and Jacob whirled to look in her direction. "They're already coming!"

Jacob followed her pointing finger to look up at the large nearby hill. Sure enough, Jacob could see dark figures heading down the grassy mound. They weren't Alliance-trained marines, to be sure, but from what numbers he could see they had his team outnumbered at least 2-to-1. A fight they could win... but not without casualties.

"Commander Taylor," said Riggs, rushing up with his shotgun at the ready. "I'll draw their fire. You and the rest of the team beat it towards the shuttle." He saw Jacob start to protest and shook his head. "Getting that ship from Dugas is the number one priority. We can't let him..."

Jacob heard a gasp from Garrus, and the turian yelled out. "Heavy weapons fire incoming! Everybody down!"

As Jacob and the rest of the team hit the dirt, he could hear the distinctive sound of a rocket firing nearby. He looked up in time to see the streak of smoke in the air, as one of the merc's rockets flew towards...

"Dammit, no!" Vega cried out, as the rocket flew into the small stand of nearby trees. The explosion that followed was bigger than what a rocket launcher could produce, and Jacob knew. The rocket had hit its target... and their hopes of using the shuttle to help Zaeed and Rooker were gone. Along with the shuttle itself, and...

"Cortez! Esteban, if you're there, answer me! STEVE!" Vega screamed into his comms unit, just before the bursts of assault rifle fire from the approaching mercs began.

And behind him, Jacob heard a sound he had never heard before, and hoped to never hear again. Private Riggs letting out a cry of pure, unrestrained anguish and pain, as the fire spread from the Orpheus shuttle's smoking wreck to the surrounding trees.
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