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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 sun had slowly surrendered its warm embrace, settling peacefully beyond the horizon. In its stead the moon made its appearance seeming unnervingly close to the Earth. The night was warm and the sky blackened by the bright lights of the city. The sounds of traffic and dance music slowly reached Lanie’s ears as she settled in and made herself comfortable.
She watched the moon as the tall, almost finished Alliance Headquarters was silhouetted in the middle of it. The low hanging moon was perhaps her most favorite optical illusion. Not being born or raised on Earth she had only been able to witness it a few times while she had been in training a few years prior to the Reaper war.
She had not stayed after her training; she was far to use to life on ships and stations and the openness of the planet made her uneasy. She knew she had lived on a planet when she was younger, but those memories were all hazy ended by the memory of pain, loneliness and loss.
She removed the pack she had been carrying and placed it on the ground beside her, removing a wooden case and running her hands over it. She had no idea of why she was here, on the roof of this building. It was one of those needs to know missions the Alliance was so fond of. One where she did what she was told with no forethought. It was one of those missions where her life hung completely in her handlers hands. He gave her instructions when needed and she had no idea what she was doing. It was almost as bad as being blindfolded and led around by someone you were supposed to trust. An exercise she had never been good at.
She didn’t like them, but she had no choice in the matter. She did not pick her jobs; the military did that for her. She liked the missions much better when she was able to plan them herself.
She had been at what remained of her home on the citadel. She had been one of the lucky ones and her ward had not been completely demolished by the explosion. The apartment owned by her mother had been completely untouched; the whole living area had been virtually untouched. The military had rolled in at the end of the war and claimed all the empty apartments and a joint force of engineers had been moved in. They had immediately begun to rebuild the massive station. Lanie was one of the few residents that were not engineers. It had always made her uncomfortable, but then she was rarely home anyway. Her neighbours didn’t even know who she was.
It was better that way, she liked to be alone, and she liked having her life to herself. She could come and go with no questions asked, she could roam around at night in the nude if she wanted, and she could bath in champagne. She smiled at the thought.
She tapped the communicator in her ear, “I’m in place,” she reported as she stared at the moon.
^Very good, ^ came Gary’s voice, ^you might be there for a while so make yourself comfortable. ^
“Do we have anything I could use for now, where to aim, how far away; it’s nice to be able to set up for that ahead of time.”
^Yup, that I understand but I am as much in the black as you are. As soon as I know, you will know. You got and new dirty jokes? ^
“Not too many,” she replied, it was a game they always played when they were on a job. “Here’s one. Why don’t chickens wear pants?”
^That’s a little bit old, because their peckers on their heads. ^
“OK, why do men get great ideas in bed?” She waited for a moment, which usually meant he had not heard the joke. She smiled, she loved it when she knew a joke and he didn’t, “Because they are plugged into geniuses.”
^You really like the men bashing joke. ^
“Are there any others?” She reached out and imagined that she could actually touch the moon and waited for his turn.
^What’s the difference between a woman and a battery? ^
“And you say my jokes are old,” She smiled, “A battery has a positive side.” She could hear him laugh in her ear. “You know, you’re not that funny.” And then it began the endless litany of men versus women jokes. They had started this when they first started working together. It was mindless banter it actually helped her concentrate and it helped pass times. She had not been a part of many missions of this nature, but there were times when she had waited days for the final call. It always helped when you had a good handler and Gary was one of the best.
When the jokes finally died down it was quiet and she took a second to have some paste. She never brought anything else, no one ever did. The last thing you wanted to leave behind was any kind of evidence. She looked back to the new Alliance headquarters, They had said that while building the name of every soldier lost in the war was inscribe somewhere in the building. Each floor was imbedded with names of the dead.
It seemed a little bit eerie to her but she understood the tribute. She turned and looked behind her up to where the Citadel could be seen. It was faint at night thought but they said when it was finished that one would be able to see the lights coming from it. She wondered if they would ever figure out how to get it back to its proper place. What a mess everyone was in, not just the Humans. They said it would take well over twenty years for everything to come even close to the way it was before.
She ran a hand over the mahogany case that her rifle was resting in. It was the one thing that had stayed with her during the war. Most people had upgraded to the black widow, opting for those three shot, she had never needed more than one and favored the old reliable mantis. She had slightly modified it to fit her completely and it was almost an extension of her arm. It was almost as if she just had to point her finger and it would aim.
She thought about waiting for the call but often times that would end up in a mad scramble to set the gun up. She had no idea of how much time she would have so she decided to set up now, whistling softly to herself.
^So, you ever going to go on vacation? I hear you were due for the last two years.” Gary said suddenly in her ear. She jumped slightly. Her eyes narrowed as she thought of the question and she looked up to the optical illusion that was the moon.
“No, not really, they are still working on my house,” she said meaning they were working on the Citadel.
^If you judge by that you’ll never get vacation, Lanie, you deserve it. Laying on a beach somewhere wearing some bikini that showed off that killer body of yours, making all the men drool. ^
“Killer body?” She huffed. He had obviously not seen her “killer body”, with the large burn mark on her back. “You have been secretly watching me?”
^Well, I’ve seen you work out, you are in great shape and have a great set of, lungs^ She could almost see him smile. She chuckled.
“You’re a slob,”
^I’m a man, we look, sorry, and you well, ^ there was a pause and Lanie moved to a kneeling position on the roof. ^Ok here we go, Lanie, the target is pulling up in a black sky car in front of the parliament buildings on Broughton St. ^
She knew where that was without using her Omni tool, the target was not as far as she thought it would be, just over a kilometer away. She placed the rifle on the tripod and lay down, fitting into it and searching through her sights. She finally spotted the vehicle. “Got it,” she reported. It was quiet for a few minutes.
^Ok the first one out will move to the rear and open the door. The second one out the back seat will be your target. ^
“Roger,” she watched through her sight intently as the vehicle came to a stop. As Gary had reported the driver exited the vehicle and moved to the back and opened the door. The first person out was a man, older and distinguished, she had seen him before but he could not place it. She noted the time as she readied to take the shot. The building should be closed at this time. There was no reason for anyone to be there. Not that it mattered in the long run.
Her breath became shallow as her finger tightened on the trigger. The next person exited the vehicle and for the first time in her career she paused. “Gary are you sure?”
^Take the shot Lanie. ^
She continued to follow her target but her finger would not pull the trigger. She had made a lot of hits before, but never of this calibre. It took her two seconds to realize at this point her life and that of She knew at that moment that Gary’s life and her life were now forfeit whether she took the shot or not. The woman smiled to the driver and then turned to the man. They engaged in some sort of conversation.
“Gary, get the hell out of where ever you are.” She said as her finger moved from the trigger.
^Lieutenant Flynn, you were given a direct order, take the shot. ^ This did not come from Gary; as a matter of fact she had no idea whose voice that was.
“That’s the fucking Prime Minister.” She said, one of the important people she was to protect. “Who is this?” she demanded as she stood, her sights were still on the woman.
^This is a superior officer, you have been ordered to make the shot, security clearance Alpha-Delta- one-four-oh-five. ^ That was definitely her clearance but she still refused. Her finger would simply not work. She liked this Prime Minister, she truly believed in what she stood for. Earth was much better with her leading it.
“No.” She said finally, but before she could lower her gun to put it away the Prime Minister dropped to the ground, blood flowing from a wound in her head area. She knew exactly what that was. “FUCK!” She screamed and brought her gun down. She quickly put it away.
^Lt. Flynn you are in direct violation of a direct order. You will return to your safe house and await further instructions. ^
She ripped the communication device out of her ear and threw it off the roof. Like hell she would go to any safe house. She needed to move quickly and her mind raced in several different directions. She moved back into the building and made her way to the main floor. She needed to hit a credit machine quickly and move all of her credits to a safe account. The first thing people would do is track her movement through credits. She would withdraw as many as she could and leave the rest.
Then she needed to get some new clothes. They would possibly already know what she was wearing and needed to be more fitting for the area. She also needed weapons. Not that she was worried about that. She had a pistol in her vehicle, which she approached now. She was almost there when it blew up and she was sent flying backwards and through a glass window. Alarms began to go off everywhere.
“Fucking fuck,” She said lying in the middle of some display. Every bone in her body felt like it was broken and the she knew she had a concussion when everything was bleary as well. She needed to get up. She struggled using some decoration for support. She looked over to her car which was now a ball of flame. She looked around the display she was standing it and realized it was some sort of men’s clothing. She grabbed a hoodie style jacket and some jeans from the display, she imagined they were probably too big but she had no other option at this point. She moved to the back of the store and changed as quickly as she should, grabbing a belt to hold the pants up. She then moved out the back door and into the laneway. Taking another turn as she pulled the hoodie up she walked as calmly as she could down Robson St.
Her head felt like the explosion had taken place inside of it instead of her car and she imagined she looked like a young drunk man stumbling around at night, but she was having a hard time walking straight. She needed to find a safe place and rest and plan her next move. She was a dead woman, she knew it. If Gary was not already dead he would be as well. She had no doubt how the next week would go.
The media was probably already all over the assassination with all sorts of speculation. Everyone would be blamed from Batarians to Cerberus to who knows who else. Then there would be a press conference and her picture would be pasted everywhere as a killer and a traitor. They would bring up her past, talk about Mindoir and her dealings with Cerberus. Friends would go one about how she seemed like a friendly girl but was shy and quiet. Her supervisors would completely wash their hands of her and she would eventually be hunted down and killed.
She had no doubt that whoever set this up would never allow her to be brought in alive, if she was ever found she would be killed immediately. Her life was over, one way or another. She thought about going for her credits now but she knew it was too late. Whoever set her up had put things in motion the moment she refused the order. She felt tears sting her eyes as she struggled to think of what she would do next. She really only had two options. She would either disappear, and Vancouver had some pretty deep slums she could get lost in, or she would fight back, but she had no idea of where to start.
She continued to stumble away from the “crime scene” not really sure of where she was going. The image of the Prime Minister going down played through her head over and over again. Judging by the way the woman landed and the entry wound compared to the exit wound the shooter was quite a bit to the east of her location, at least by half a kilometer. Not that it meant much; the record could and would be changed to say the shot came from where she had been.
She had no idea of how long she had wandered or even where she was. She had been given the area she had been working prior and was able to study the map of that area. She was nowhere near that area now. She stopped and looked around. She found a lane way to move into away from the lights and into the darkness. It was not hard to find a dumpster and some boxes to build a little hiding spot from. When she was done she moved behind them and sat down, the world started spinning and she closed her eyes, resting her forehead on her knees which she had pulled up.
She needed to find out what happened to Gary, although she was fairly certain he was dead. He left behind a wife and she was almost certain he had a child. He never really talked about home life; it was something no one in their field spoke of. They were partners and they would always have each other’s back but the less they knew of each other the better. She could only hope that they would leave Gary out of this and she would be the only one implicated.
She would also need information; she would need to know why the Prime Minister was targeted, who would benefit. Certainly there was Cerberus, the Prime Minister was about to give the Ex-Cerberus agents that fought in the war a pardon. That would not benefit the rouge faction at all, but was it enough for them to take such drastic action. She knew she was also tabling propositions to ally with the other races to create a United Forces, sort of like the United Nations on earth. Those were both big pitches she used in the last elections. She really did not know where to start. The world was spinning and she hurt in every joint in her body. She leaned back against the wall her back pack held in her hands.
Her life was over and she knew it. Even if she did find out why the Prime Minister was killed it was only the beginning and she had no idea of how much time she had until she would be caught. She took a deep breath and let it out. “Fuck,” she mumbled quietly to herself.
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