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Turnabout-	By : Spiritwolf71 Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 7688 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story takes place within Bioware's Mass Effect Universe, their creative property. I do not own any of Bioware's stories or characters or locations. The Author recieved no money from this story and is writing it purely for entertainment.

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*Ok, This Chapter went a whole different direction then I intended it to go. *

Chapter 2
Cerberus had never had a problem finding suitors to finance their organization. When one would leave other would simply fill the void. Even now, when most of the galaxy was in economic ruins they were growing stronger. They were even more economically sound than the Salarians, who had not entered the war.
Losing the Illusive Man had been a blow. It had taken Cerberus the better part of a year to recover the reaper technology that had been stored on Cronos. Not that mattered, Reaper technology was all over the place now. Cerberus had lost their edge in that department. But it was the human reaper technology that Cerberus was interested in. Tens of thousands of humans had lost their lives to the construction of the Reaper it was only fair to find out what made it special.
They had never been able to recover the whole human Reaper but they had managed to get back the important part. They had stolen back the power source, most of the mainframes and more importantly its weapon system.
It had been moved back to the other side of the Omega 4 relay for safe keeping.
For the first few months after the fall of the Illusive Man, things had been in total chaos. People were not sure what to think, should they run, should they stay. What did his death mean? A lot of people figured he was the head of Cerberus; for a certain faction of the group he was. Cerberus always kept their cells separate from each other with no one cell knowing about another. The Illusive Man had done some amazing things in his time, but he was certainly not the center of Cerberus.
After he had died the fight for his position had been brutal. Several suitors had vied for the spot and several suitors had been killed. Even now there was backstabbing and political assassinations. It was almost as if it would never end, almost.
It was a test of cunning and strength and the Ambassador had been playing it well. He remained in the background watching and learning. When he was ready he had put his pieces in play. He had manipulated and turned leaders against each other. He had allowed them to fight and tear at each other’s throat while he carefully manipulated played with them. His vision was so much more then petty politics. He would bring Humanity to its peak and watch them reign over the rest of the universe, because that was all that mattered.
He could tolerate aliens to a certain extent. They were useful as tools, to be put away when one was done with them. Cerberus had become too soft over the years. First; with allowing Aliens on the Normandy, allowing them to then leave the Normandy. Then, they had played a large part in the fall of the Illusive Man. The Ambassador would never have allowed any of that to happen.
He shook his head slowly at his thought as he made his way down the hallway. He traveled lighter than most with only one briefcase and two others trailing behind him. His reputation was well known in the Cerberus circles and as expected, people scurried to get out of his way. He paid the no heed to them as he continued.
He reached the doors at the end of the hall and without even missing a step, pulled them opened and moved inside.
For a split second it was as if time seemed to freeze as ten pair of eyes turned to focus on him. He ignored all of them but the pair at the head of the table. Tyler Cain, the self-appointed head of Omega station. He watched in mild satisfaction as the man’s eyes widened. The Ambassador’s face did not change in the slightest as he brought a brief case up and rested it on the desk. The silence in the room was thick.
“Ambassador, we were not expecting you,” Tyler mumbled, sounding more like a child with his hand in the cookie jar than a Cerberus executor.
The Ambassador was not a big man, average at best. What separated him from the rest and caused grown men to quake when he focused on them, were his eyes. His look of disappointment was often a death sentence and his piecing gaze of anger, a falling guillotine.
“No, I imagine you were not,” The Ambassador said as his two colleagues joined him in the room. They stood on either side of him like a sordid contrast. To his right the woman cross her hands in front of her and stood at ease, like a good soldier would. Her short blonde hair was neatly trimmed, as to not interfere in anyway. She wore a light grey business suit with a slight bulge on her right hip. A long sword hung from her back. Her face was emotionless and her green eyes were unwavering.
To his left, stood Kai Leng. He was much darker then the woman, with black armour and black messy hair tied into a pony tail. One could not really see his eyes through black visor he chose to wear. He carried no weapons that one could see. He also folded his hands in front of him.
“I would have prepared…” The business man started.
“Prepared what; a dossier on your failures,” The Ambassador started. He could smell the fear that was permeating the room, it was a wonderful aroma. He opened his briefcase and threw a pad on the desk. “You are weeks behind on the Tholian project. We are beginning to think that you lied to us about that, either that or you were too stupid to check you’re findings before sending them to us.” He threw another pad at him. “The Quarians have more information than we do on the Reapers. They were your responsibility as well, we have heard nothing.”
“Well, I, we were just discussing our findings on the Reapers. We have developed a whole new drive system…”
“That has failed in testing every single time,” The Ambassador interjected. “We have investors that are looking for results, not failures. We were ahead of the race when the Reaper war ended but you somehow; single handily, drove us back three years. This will not be tolerated. I will be taking over this branch of Cerberus and you and your pathetic board have been terminated.”
Without warning the two that had been following the Ambassador swirled into action. Kai Leng attacked the startled council from behind while the woman jumped on the table and struck from above. It took less than minute as they seemed to split the table. When the screaming and begging had stopped the woman held Tyler by the hair, her sword at his neck, The Ambassador moved forward.
“We will no longer tolerate failures in Cerberus.” He said simply and nodded to the woman. Her sword cut deep and fast and she stood back as the dying man fell to the floor. The Ambassador smiled to her as she looked into his eyes. The Ambassador turned to Kai Leng. “Now, talking about failure,” He said slowly.
The assassin took a few seconds to realize what was happening, “What?!?” The Ambassador would have loved to see the surprise in his eyes, but he wearing that annoying mask, as if he thought he was some sort of super hero.
“You, Kai Leng, have a long list of failures, one that seems to grow larger yearly. You failed to kill the Salarian councillor. You failed to kill Miranda Lawson and you fail the Illusive Man on Cronos. That was just the beginning. Last year you failed to take out Ashley Williams, you almost lead Vikarrian to my base and a week ago Liara T’Soni found out your mission on the Citadel. This is not tolerated and you can consider yourself terminated. Lissa, please take care of business, then we can return home.”
Lissa looked to Kai Leng dispassionately. Truth be told, she had always disliked the man. He was sure of himself, cocky, and had a tendency to underestimate everyone. That was probably the main reason why she was tasked to eliminate him. The Ambassador had informed her of his plan the day before and she was more than prepared. She did not underestimate him; she knew this would be a fight for her life.
Kai Leng was a fighter of immeasurable skill, he specialized in sword and hand combat, where she was more of a long distant assassin. Her skills with a Black Widow would be legendary, if people ever saw her. She was not one of those assassins that needed to leave a calling card. She had been learning hand to hand combat over the last few years, but she was nowhere near his level.
She waited until Kai Leng moved and quickly threw up a hand sabotaging his equipment, eliminating his kinetic barrier and palm weapon he liked to use. As if anticipating this, he disappeared. It would have been successful to except instead of running he chose to stay and try and kill her. She tilted her head slightly as she heard him removing his sword and raised her hand AGAIN. This time her omni tool appeared and a blast of fire emanated from its core.
Leng was not as easy though, she knew it would come to close combat. She armed her own sword as Kai Leng jumped on the table and swung a foot out at her. She moved easily out of its way and raised her sword up. A loud metal twang filled the room as the two swords met. Kai Leng looked down to her.
“Well, this is disheartening,” he said. He talked too much. That was another thing she disliked about him. “I thought we were going to be good friends,” And then there was this crush he seemed to have on her.
“Not today,” she replied. The exchanged another series of attacks as they moved down the table. They were both winded by the time it was over.
“You sword play has improved.” He said getting in her defence and landing his knee in her solar plexus. The air rushed out of her lung but she managed to roll out of the way. “Hand to hand though.”
He came at her with the sword again. She had already had enough of this fight and she moved with his momentum letting him think he was making her back pedal. She quickly reached out and grabbed him and used his momentum to throw him over top of her as she fell to the ground. She stood quickly removing her pistol from its holster. When she turned to fire he had cloaked. She froze, listening but heard nothing, he was running, something he should have done to begin with.
She moved quickly to the door to pursue but The Ambassador stopped her. She looked to him confused. After all his speeches about failure he was not going to let her finish him.
“Sir?” she asked confused.
“There will be time later, Lissa. He will have his own purpose to fill,” he said and smiled. “Your performance was very good, please call in the cleaner and notify these people that they are to meet me in this room tomorrow.” He handed her a pad.
“Thank you, Sir,” she was not convinced, leaving a threat alive was just asking for trouble. The Ambassador had already made his way out of the room. She took a second to look at the mess they had left behind. Her arm came up and her omni tool flash at her. She proceeded to call the people the Ambassador had asked her to. When she was done she left the room, closing the doors shut behind her. She looked down the hallway as people tried to go about their business pretending they did not see the blood that covered her.
“I need to wear red next time,” she mumbled to herself and made her way back to the ship. Lissa barely got down the hall when her communicator went off. The Assassin paused in her movements and answered answer it.
“This is not over Lissa,” it was Kai Leng. She smiled slightly; she knew it was far from over.
“No, I suppose not, any idea’s on when we can pick this up again,” she answered.
“You just watch your back; the moment he decides you aren’t worth keeping around he’ll turn on you too.”
“I always watch my back.”
“I do to Lissa, I do to,” he said and ended the communication.
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