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Chapter 2: The Hit
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Urdnot Wrex was over seven hundred years old, if anyone asked exactly how old, he wouldn’t tell them for two reasons: firstly it was none of their fucking business, and secondly he had stopped caring or counting a long time ago. After watching countless people die, he had realised that it really doesn’t matter how long a life is, all that really mattered is how much booze, sex and decent fights you got in before some lucky bastard got the best of you, and those happened to be the only three things that he had cared about for centuries. The great thing about them is that you couldn’t really take them away. Sure, they could smash a bottle of liquor (he’d shoot them for it, but it was an option) but he could always acquire more of it, always find some other piece of tail and there was ALWAYS somebody worth killing. Friends, family, possessions, a home, everything else were weaknesses.

Wrex had severed ties with his family a long time ago, well in point of fact he had killed most of them, but with the surviving members he had done the more universal tradition of simply leaving and never talking to them again. Family were the easiest weakness to use against those who cared about their own, he knew this because he had used it against his own enemies. When he was still young Wrex had run with a number of crews, staying with the same group for years before learning the error of his ways. He had nearly died when things eventually went bad, he had been stupid trying to save his team instead of doing the smart thing and getting out and leaving them to die. The only reason he made it out of that hellhole is because he was damn good at killing people, it was his gift.

He had always been good at killing, which sort of came with being a krogan given that his entire anatomy had evolved primarily to survive and kill the Tuchankan wildlife ... and there wasn’t a single thing on Tuchanka that flew, swam or shit in the dirt that couldn’t kill a krogan. However, Wrex had always had a special talent for it which had been a huge advantage when he was still living in his first tribe. Being the chief’s son had meant that he was expected to be the strongest. It also meant that every other youngster for a thousand miles had wanted to kill him to prove their strength. This in turn had given him the opportunity to sharpen his killing skills to perfection, by the time he left his home world there were few that could even make him break a sweat. So he used these skills to kill for anyone with the credit to pay him. He worked alone, or in a small group for a short time before moving on to the next job, he didn’t let himself get tied down to anyone or anything for longer than was necessary to complete the job ... and if the situation called for it, he would kill ANYONE if it was in any way advantageous to him.

All that had changed, however, when he had teamed up with Shepard. Their mission to hunt down Saren Arterius had taken months, and Shepard had collected a team that together made one of the most efficient killing machines Wrex had ever encountered. Being locked in a tin can with these people had left little else to do but talk, you could only clean a weapon so many times before boredom forced conversation. Shepard and her team had proved to be some of the best warriors he’d ever worked with (hell, he had been on that ship for nearly six months and he hadn’t even shot the turian). Shepard’s mission was different, he had found himself fighting not only for credits, but for a cause. Wrex hadn’t cared about a cause in centuries, but he suddenly found himself fighting with the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders, he was fighting with a purpose beyond a few credits, with a team that meant more to him than tools to be used and disposed of. To his surprise it kept him sharp, hell it sharpened him up even more. Shepard and her crew was the only group of beings that Wrex could tolerate for more than a few minutes at a time, which was why the current situation pissed him off a little more than usual.

He had been sat at a table in Chora’s Den, which was his favourite place on the Citadel for three very good reasons: cheap booze, half naked women and people who left him alone, with a gorgeous asari dancer writhing around on the table in front of him. His morning had started out fair enough, he had left the Normandy in the early hours and had swiftly been picked up by C-Sec. After an hour being given the “Don’t kill anybody” speech, Wrex hit the Den. After the battle of the Citadel and the death of Saren, Wrex had decided to try to make a difference with his species, and had returned to Tuchanka to unite the clans and rebuild the Krogan race. After that, he hadn’t gotten the chance to get off world for the next two years with the risk of the clans tearing apart the fragile peace he had managed to bully them into. It felt good to be back on the Citadel, he had missed the chaos of it all, the crowds, the noise and he had sure as hell missed the Den. Sure, Krogan females had the guts and strength to make sex nearly as stimulating as a good fight, but nothing could match the delicate beauty of the asari dancers that the Den hired. With the return of Shepard from the Omega 4 relay he had thought the occasion worthy enough to return to meet the reunited team and join in the shindig, it was only logical to visit the Den while he was here, he may not get another chance in a long time.

He had been in the Den for a good hour and was just polishing off his third drink when he had picked up the comm chatter between Shepard, Tali and Thane. Somebody was tailing Shepard through the markets and, according to Thane, was no sloppy amateur. Wrex didn’t know Thane personally, and from their limited association Wrex thought he was too much of a spiritual pussy for his liking, but if somebody earned any sort of reputation in the life that Wrex and Thane lived then they were good ... and Thane had a reputation as the best, so Wrex wasn’t inclined to second guess his tactical observations. Wrex didn’t like the situation, this mystery turian had the drop on Shepard with her pants down; they were poorly armed, had next to no armour, and no idea who they were dealing with. Over the next few minutes it became clear to Wrex that they weren’t gonna lose this turian in the markets and Shepard was getting nervous.

Shepard was a warrior like Wrex, and one of the best he had ever known, this wasn’t their style of warfare. Shepard, like Wrex, preferred a straight up fight: to meet on whatever battlefield, see who had the bigger stick and get to swinging it. All this cloak and dagger crap was difficult to control, one slippery turian against the four of them and the turian had all the advantages, it was only blind luck that they were even aware of his existence and the only advantage that Wrex could think of is that he hadn’t yet seemed to realise that he had been spotted. If they were gonna have to tackle this bastard, Wrex wanted to at least do it on home turf, bring him to familiar ground, eliminate the crowds he hides in and cut off his exit and they might just catch him.

“Shepard, it’s Wrex. Lead that slippery little bastard to Chora’s Den, I’m already there. There’s only one way outta here, and Frog-boy can cover that, me and Tali can cover you in the bar.”

He waited a moment for Shepard to think it over, it took a second or two longer than he expected, a clear sign to him that she was unnerved by the situation, before he heard his comms activate again.

“Let’s do it.”

This is gonna be fun, he thought. He summoned a waitress over, downed the remnants of his third drink and ordered himself another (a double measure this time). Occasionally discussing minor details of the plan with Shepard, he reached around behind him and pulled his Eviscerator shotgun away from the magnetic bar on his belt, and rested it on his knee under the table before leaning back in his chair, taking up a casual pose. Wherever he was in the galaxy Wrex always sat facing the door, he liked to know who was entering and leaving the bar and preferred having his back to the wall. It was a precaution that some called excessive, and one salarian ex-STG agent had called “Paranoid and pathetic” which Wrex had found amusing the following day when he had entered a bar, walked up behind that same agent and blew a hole in the back of his head to prove his point. The barmaid arrived with his next drink and Wrex immediately took a healthy measure of it, taking half of its contents down his throat in a single swig.

As he sat the drink down on the table he saw the door to the Den open to reveal Shepard and Tali standing silhouetted against the bright light outside. Wrex hearts picked up slightly as he saw Shepard step through the breach, to anybody else Shepard radiated confidence with her head held high, her shoulders back and the ease with which she wore the Carnivore Hand Cannon at her waist. However, Wrex knew Shepard, to his eyes she was a wreck. He saw the rigidity in her shoulders, the twitch of her fingers as she resisted going for her gun, the sweat on her brow. It made Wrex angry to see his only friend so unnerved. However, her arrival meant that it was time to get serious.

“Get lost, doll.” He motioned the dancer away, only taking his eyes off Shepard to appreciate the dancer’s ‘assets’ as she crawled off the table. Just as he was watching what had to be the best ass he had seen in years walk back to the bar, Shepard’s voice sounded in his ear.

“Better stick to the pistol Wrex, don’t want any collateral today.” He turned back to find Shepard glaring at him from the bar. He knew she was right, the Eviscerator shotgun had quite a tight spread when fired at close range but the bar was crowded and the pistol offered greater accuracy and more shots per thermal clip. Still, Wrex loved his shotgun and when facing an unknown enemy he always preferred to have too much firepower rather than too little of it.

“Kill-joy.” He replied as he propped the shotgun against the chair leg. Still, he was careful to place it with the barrel to the ground so that he could snatch the handle in less than a second.

The next few minutes were when everything went from bad to severely fucked. The target entered right on cue, a well built turian in blue clothing and a black hood over his head that kept his face in complete shadow, Wrex couldn’t see his face. He did exactly what Wrex had expected; glanced around the room, and took a seat just by the door, right in Shepard’s blind spot. Tali was on the opposite side of the bar, hidden from Wrex’s view, he didn’t know if the target had clocked her but he assumed that he had, he must have noticed her accompanying Shepard through the wards and quarians kinda stood out on the Citadel. He was, however, fairly certain that the target hadn’t noticed him as he had kept his body relaxed and his eyes down. There was certainly no physical indication that he had been noticed. If the target had seen him he would surely have sensed the ambush he had walked into and would have legged it like a true turian coward.

However, just as Wrex was about to spring the trap Thane announced that six armed men would soon be joining the party. It sounded like a mercenary hit squad, and they had enough collective braincells to leave two men outside as a rear guard which left Thane unable to back them up without blowing his cover. This swung all the advantages back to the other side; even if Wrex hadn’t been compromised the element of surprise still left the numbers at five to three with Shepard completely out in the open. The only chance they had was to take them all out before any of them got a shot off.

The door opened again and Wrex saw the four new players standing in the threshold. He opened his comms to update Shepard.

“Okay,” he said. “four hostiles entering the bar, shotguns and pistols.”

As they entered Wrex gave each a quick assessment. Two turians and two humans, three of them looked like your average street thugs; civilian clothing, basic weaponry, over confident and sloppy. The fourth was obviously more experienced, he was clearly the big dick of the group; a heavily scarred turian with expensive power armour and a scimitar shotgun. He was more cautious, taking the time to give the whole bar a once-over, instead of focusing instantly on Shepard as the others did.

Wrex watched as the group walked right past the hooded figure sitting by the door and split into two pairs; one pair walking clockwise and stopping at about the seven o’clock position while the scarred turian and a human walked toward Wrex. The human stopped just to the left and behind Shepard while the turian continued round a bit further and stopped five metres in front of Wrex.

Wrex was now convinced this was a hit, and it was gonna go down right now, they had Shepard in the perfect cone of fire.

“Get ready to rumble, people.” He said as his hand tightened around the handle of his pistol. He tensed his legs, ready to jump to his feet, and carefully activated his biotic implant, preparing a small biotic burst he could use at a moment’s notice.

Suddenly, the hooded turian by the door stood up and started walking straight towards Shepard.

“Wait, Shepard the primary target is up, hes walking for you, 5 meters.”

What the hell is this? Wrex thought. He had figured the hooded guy was the customer or simply the recon man and these new players the hit squad. He had assumed this slippery little bastard would sit back and watch the hired guns do the dirty work. His hearts were beating a mile a minute as he watched the turian stalk directly towards her while she was still leaning against the bar facing the opposite direction.

“Four metres.”

He saw Shepard carefully reach for her gun without alerting the approaching threat.

Clever girl. he thought, she was drawing him in using herself as bait and was going to whip around at the last minute and get the drop on him. Wrex checked the other hitters hadn’t moved and reached his free hand below the table and took hold of his shotgun.

“Three metres!”

As the words left his lips he saw Shepard spring upright and begin to whirl around and the hooded turian froze on the spot, he was cannon fodder, Shepard had him caught off guard and his brains would soon be part of the decor. Wrex was waiting for this and immediately turned his attention to the two hitters on his side of the bar.

“GO LOUD!!” he bellowed into his comms. By the time Shepard had flinched, Wrex was already halfway to his feet, pistol in one hand, shotgun in the other. He noticed that the scarred turian, obviously more alert than his associates, was already in the process of raising his shotgun at Shepard and the human merc to his left wasn’t far behind. Wrex raised his pistol and aimed it directly at the centre of the human’s torso. As he was doing this he activated his implant and, as quickly as was possible, created a small mass effect field inside the turian’s body.

Within two seconds of Shepard springing up from the bar Wrex had his pistol aimed at the heart of the human and had the scarred turian doubled over in agony as his insides were crushed together by the gravity well inside his stomach. It was at this point Wrex’s mind flinched, there hadn’t been a gunshot. Shepard had had the drop on the turian and had to finish him quickly if they stood any chance of taking out all five hitters, so where was the goddamn gunshot?!

He couldn’t help but take his eyes off of his two targets and look over to the bar. There was Shepard, facing the Turian, gun pointed directly at his head ... but she was motionless, she just stood there as the turian raised a shotgun from his side and aimed it squarely at Shepard’s chest. It was with a sickening sense of horror that Wrex watched the blast of the shotgun explode out of the barrel with a deafening thunder in the confined space of the bar. Shepard’s shields didn’t stand a chance at such close range and Wrex saw her body jerk violently as she was launched airborne by the enormous force of the shot. She sailed over the bar, smashed against the drinks counter and fell out of sight behind the bar.

Wrex had always been known to have a hot temper, but in truth he rarely lost his calm, he was usually very calm and often in quite a good mood when he killed people. However, as he watched Shepard fly like a rag doll over the bar Wrex felt the rage flow through every sinew of his body. He turned his attention back to the two hitters in front of him. His pistol was still aimed at the human merc, who had now drawn his weapon but was aiming at thin air as he could no longer see his primary target. Wrex, almost in slow motion, squeezed the trigger and felt the pistol buck in his grip.

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Meanwhile, outside Chora’s Den Thane had been waiting anxiously around the corner from the entrance. His commander was inside surrounded by enemies and he was stuck outside. A glance around the corner revealed the extent of his problem; two guards positioned outside the Den’s door, a human and a salarian, one facing in each direction. He could not approach the Den without revealing himself with twenty yards of open ground to cover before he reached the entrance. In the few seconds it took to cover that distance each of the enemies inside could draw their weapons and kill Shepard before he could reach her.

“Get ready to rumble, people.” He heard Wrex say over the comms, he was running out of time.

He desperately searched his surroundings for some way to gain an advantage ... There! Ten feet above the mercenaries ran a maintenance walkway which ran the entire length of the street, passing over Thane’s position. Access to these walkways required a security keycard, but Thane hadn’t become one of the most highly regarded assassins without bypassing a few security measures. He sprinted directly towards the wall opposite the walkway, gaining as much speed as possible. As he reached the wall he sprang off his left foot and planted his right at waist height on the wall and launched himself upwards, converting as much of his horizontal energy into vertical energy as he could. He brought his left foot up against the wall, now about six feet from the ground, and kicked himself upwards and away from the wall whilst whipping his shoulders around to face the opposite direction. The result was Thane being able to vault effortlessly over the railing onto the walkway.

“Wait, Shepard the primary target is up, he's walking for you, 5 meters.” Wrex again.

Thane ran along the walkway as fast as he could without making a sound, drawing his Predator pistol as he went. The Predator was less powerful than the more advanced Carnivore but Thane favoured the increased controllability of the Predator. He was almost directly above the mercenaries when he heard Wrex’s voice thunder through his comms again.

“GO LOUD!”

It was a couple of seconds before the first gunshot rang out, a single blast muffled by the closed door. Both mercenaries turned to face the door at the sound, and Thane used the distraction well. As more gunfire rang out from behind the door he dropped down silently behind the rear merc, his footfalls feather light as he approached the human. Unfortunately, it was just then that the salarian mercenary nearest the door remembered his job and turned around, seeing Thane standing less than four inches behind his human companion. Salarians were always tricky opponents once the element of surprise was lost, they moved fast and thought even faster. To defeat them in a straight fight Thane had to think three steps ahead.

Thane adjusted his plans quickly, the salarian’s gun was already being raised and Thane knew he would not have time to snap the human’s neck and close the distance to the salarian before he raised his weapon. Instead he punched the barrel of his gun deep into the lower back of the human, causing him to gasp in pain, while grabbing him under the chin and pushing him forward towards his partner. Hiding behind his human shield, Thane quickly charged forward until the salarian’s gun was mere inches in front of the human’s chest. Thane chose his moment carefully to fire his weapon, blasting through the right flank of the human and simultaneously wrenched the man’s head to the left. The shot by itself was not likely to be lethal, but its purpose was not intended to kill, the crunching Thane felt in his fingers as the man’s vertebrae snapped left him assured that no gunshot was needed to kill him. Instead, the combined force of the shot and Thane wrenching his head around spun the human violently to the right, his shoulder hitting the barrel of the salarian’s pistol and forcing it off to the right while Thane whipped around to the left and came up right beside the him with his gun pressed against his torso. The salarian turned to look at him in astonishment at realising his hopeless position. It was then that Tali’s voice came over the comms.

“Shepard’s down!”

Thane could hardly believe it as he kept eye contact with the salarian, who must have seen the torment in his eyes as he stood there. The salarian smiled cruelly despite his impending doom and started to laugh. Thane held the salarian across the shoulders as he fired twice through his enemy’s heart.

As he released his grip and the salarian's body crumpled to the floor at his feet he looked up to see the door to the Chora’s Den open to reveal a turian standing in the doorway. He wore a black hood over blue clothing. He paused when he saw Thane standing over the two dead bodies, allowing Thane to take a good long look at his face. He had never met this turian personally, but almost every being in citadel space would recognise his face, the face of Saren Arterius. Thane looked at the clothes he wore, stained in parts with spots of blood ... red blood.

Shepard’s blood, he thought to himself as he raised his pistol.

At the same moment Saren punched his omni-tool and as Thane pulled the trigger his pistol erupted as Saren’s overload charge over-heated the firing mechanism and fried the thermal clip. Without another the gun was useless. Thane looked up at Saren just as he unleashed a biotic blast that sent him flying back against the wall.

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The Carnivore hand cannon was one of the most powerful handguns available, it shaved off relatively large slugs which could punch through all but the most advanced shields and armour that money could buy. The kickback from it could break a humans wrist if they didn’t hold it securely. When the slug from Wrex’s Carnivore connected with the unarmoured and unshielded human mercenary, the impact blew away half of the ribs on the man’s left side and threw him sideways three feet through the air, he was a corpse before he hit the ground. Wrex was absently aware of other gunshots from other portions of the bar, but turned his focus to the scarred turian who was just recovering from the crippling pain he had endured a moment earlier. He had seen his teammate die and was now turning his focus to Wrex. However, by the time he had turned to face this new enemy the turian found himself staring straight down the barrel of Wrex’s shotgun, being held at arm’s length in one hand. He heard Tali in his comm implant saying that Shepard was down.

The turian knew he was beaten; his armour didn't stand a chance against a shotgun blast at such close range and he slowly started to raise his hands in surrender. He didn’t get them halfway before Wrex fired, the blast damn near cutting the turian in half. Wrex turned away from the carnage in front of him to see the other two mercenaries lying dead on the other side of the bar. Briefly searching for the hooded turian he saw him just as the door opened and the hooded turian ran out into the bright lights of the wards. Wrex immediately sprinted after him. As he passed close to the bar he saw Tali leap over the counter to attend to Shepard, he briefly caught sight of the crumpled and motionless form of Shepard lying behind the bar, her red hair covering her face and blood pooling around her.

The rage inside him intensified, burning hotter than the Tuchankan sun as he roared in fury and sprinted to the door. As he passed through into the fierce white lights of the wards he saw the dead bodies of two more mercenaries lying in the street. Looking further he saw Thane picking himself up from the corner to his right and the caught a brief glimpse of the turian disappearing around the corner.

“It’s Saren.” Thane said as he stood up.

What. The. FUCK. he thought as the rage inside him intensified even more, he was struggling to maintain control of himself as he set off towards the markets after him.

“After him!” bellowed Wrex as he took off in pursuit. Thane was at his side as they barrelled round the corner and back into the markets. In front of them were panicked crowds as Saren pushed his way through the throng. Neither Wrex nor Thane hesitated to charge after him.

Wrex was surprisingly fast given his enormous bulk, but the power of his legs carried him at a tremendous speed. Thane was equally as impressive, he flowed through the environment with perfect balance, fluidly passing around, over and under any obstacles in his path. As they both charged up the stairs to the main market level, they were gaining on Saren but he was still a long way ahead.

Saren, twenty yards ahead, pulled down a large advertisement board from where it was loosely bolted to a support column, blocking their way. Thane seemed to vault over the obstacle with ease, barely slowing his pace as he used a bench to spring himself over the board. Wrex, however, was slightly less graceful and instead charged shoulder first into the obstacle, shattering it in an explosion of bent metal and broken glass. The impact hurt, but his rage numbed the pain quite effectively and Wrex barely even flinched as he continued after Saren.

“He’ll head for the skyway!” Bellowed Wrex, if Saren made it to the main transport route he could disappear into the traffic and could be off the Citadel before they even started searching for him. Wrex suddenly saw Thane branch off to his left, stepping up on a bench, vaulting onto the roof of a small stall before he disappeared into the maintenance hatches above.

“I will cut him off, continue pursuit.”

Wrex could feel the acid building in his throat as his body tired but focused on the rage, Saren had shot Shepard, when he thought of that he could ignore the aches and the burning in his lungs and power through. He was finally gaining ground on Saren, he could smell his turian stench as he ran behind him, only fifteen feet separated them now. However, Saren was approaching the final section of the ward section and turned the corner after the medical facility. All he had to do now was double back down the narrow alleyway behind the markets and cut through to the Skyway behind it. As Wrex rounded the corner, he saw Saren standing only six feet in front of him in the doorway of the alley. He raised his hand cannon just as the door slid closed and the magnetic locks engaged, cutting Wrex off from his target. He roared in outrage as he felt Saren slipping through his fingers after having murdered his Commander and swore he would crush that turian’s head into pulp.

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Saren doubled over as the door slid closed. His lungs were burning and his muscles were screaming. He hadn’t been able to get a look at whoever was pursuing him, but had heard the disturbances behind him. Whoever they were, Shepard’s Quarian friend and the Drell from the entrance most likely, had been fast and he had to push himself to the limit to stay ahead of them. Whoever it was, they were now locked on the other side of this security door and it would take at least a few minutes, even for a quarian, to hack through the security locks. It was only fifty yards down the alleyway in which he now stood to the skyway and he would be off the citadel and back in the terminus systems within sixteen hours. After collecting his breath he turned to head down the alley, only to stop immediately in his tracks.

Halfway down the alley stood the Drell he had seen outside Chora’s Den, he wore a long leather coat and stood with his hands clasped, as if in prayer. As Saren slowly approached, the Drell started to speak.

“Amonkira, Lord of Hunters. Grant that my hands be steady, my feet swift and my blade strike true.”

A Drell assassin, thought Saren. He cracked his knuckles and tensed his muscles, preparing for the battle to come.

“And should the worst come to pass ... grant me forgiveness.”

The Drell finally opened his eyes and looked Saren square in the eyes.

“My name is Thane Krios,” he said before he reached behind his back and withdrew a deadly looking combat knife, long, straight and partly serrated, it was a knife designed to kill “and I shall be your end.”
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