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Angel Falling	By : Marie_Fanwriter Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 7081 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2 – Under Cover
Now that we are through the set-up we can get to the real story! We get into adult content next chapter, this one has some fluff.
-The Normandy-
The next morning Garrus was working away in the battery, satisfied that Shepard was alright and wouldn’t leave without him this time. He was part way through a new algorithm set when EDI’s voice came over his speaker and her blue orb appeared by the door. He didn’t look up as she spoke, “Garrus, the commander would like to see you in the briefing room.”
“No problem EDI, tell her I’ll be right up.” He hoped that Kasumi’s mission would wait another day but apparently not. He sighed and finished up his calculation. When he entered the elevator Zaeed was waiting.
“She called you in too?” the merc asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the back wall.
Garrus nodded in the affirmative and turned to face the door as the elevator ascended to the CIC deck. It wasn’t that he disliked the man specifically; mercenaries in general got his hackles up. The walked together into the briefing room, Kasumi and Shepard were discussing the mission already, seemly for a while as Garrus noticed Shepard’s mug was nearly empty.
“I’m still not sure I like this Kasumi, I know my reputation needs to get a little darker before I’ll get invited to this party but can’t we do something else?” Shepard seemed distraught and his suspicion was confirmed as she rubbed her forehead like she always did when she was upset.
“I don’t see how we can do this quickly without using him.” Kasumi gestured to the men. “Why not use all of your resources? Plus it’ll give us an extra set of hands if things go south.”
Garrus stepped to Shepard’s side and gave her a confused look, “use who?”
Shepard sighed loudly and leaned on the table in front of her, her head cradled in her hand. “Kasumi… why don’t you give these two the run down.”
“Of course,” Kasumi pulled up a set of reports and articles from the extra-net on the briefing room’s display. “I need Shepard to play a part in order to gain access to Donovan Hock’s party. Do I need to fill you in on who he is?”
The men shook their heads and Zaeed spoke up, “Naw. I’ve worked in competition with that bastard before. I’m sure Archangel here has disrupted more than one of his shipments too.” Garrus nodded, and looked a little proud of himself.
“Good. Well the quickest way to get an invite is to make an appearance somewhere with his associates. There is an arms deal going down on Omega tonight and I’ve gotten Ms. Gunn an invite. She won’t be going in alone of course, I’ll be able to cloak my way in and I want Massani to pose as a body guard.”
“Makes sense, but where do I fit into this?” Garrus asked, looking between the others in the room.
Shepard was the one to answer, her voice was muffled behind her hands, “Kasumi wants me to parade Archangel as a trophy.”
All eyes were on Garrus at this point and he was a bit too stunned to respond. “Hock has a slave or two of his own and it is standard for high ranking personnel to bring a slave to show off in these… kinds of meetings.”
Garrus let out an audible sigh, “I’ll do it.”
Kasumi let out a gleeful ‘yay’ and Zaeed huffed an expletive. Shepard looked up from her leaning position wide eyed. “Garrus you don’t have to do this. If you do you’ll be outed as not only alive but they’ll assume this isn’t a ruse. That you are actually a….”
“I understand the risks but I’m not having you go in without sufficient backup to a place as vile as this.” He stood firm and placed a reassuring hand onto her shoulder. “What do you need me to do Kasumi?”
“Well this is the tricky part, the only way people will believe you are a slave is if you play the part and wear the… ahem… uniform.” Garrus flinched at the uniform bit but it was Zaeed who cut in first.
“They’ll be wanting to see him in Archangel’s full gear, no helmet, visor attached but inactive, scarred, collared and you’ll be needing some kind of restraints.” The other three occupants of the room stared at the old mercenary, “I’ve been to these things before and seen more than one trophy slave. How do you think Aria originally kept Patriarch around?” Although the thought was a bit unsettling Garrus was thankful for the old mercenary’s experience, it meant he’d have armour.
“Valid point,” Kasumi typed away on her tool. “I’ve found a shop that carries turian slave restraints, I’ll go pick some up and case the site if that is alright with you, Shepard?”
“Fine, take Massani with you. We’ll meet back here in two hours, full gear. Dismissed.” The team nodded and filed out of the room. Kasumi and Zaeed headed for the airlock while the other two entered the elevator.
Just before Shepard was out of earshot Kasumi called across the CIC, “Don’t forget to get acquainted with the merchandise Shep!” Joker gave her an incredulous look and Kasumi only winked at him before leaving with Zaeed.
Shepard remained stoic despite the interjection and when she stepped into the elevator she pressed the button for her quarters. Turning to the other occupant she spoke, “You don’t have to do this Garrus. I can have you as a bodyguard instead or….”
Garrus cut her off, “I’ll be fine Shepard. I’d rather be there with you, body guards aren’t allowed in as many places as they allow slaves. I’m not leaving you alone on Omega. Especially not in a room full of the galaxy’s worst,” he smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“I’m still not sure about this…” Shepard scrunched her nose and looked at her feet.
“It’ll be fine, Shepard. Plus, you know you can’t keep your hands off me.” He raised the ridges above his eyes to imitate the human expression of raised eyebrows. Shepard laughed and batted his hand away from her shoulder.
“Come on then, I should at least have an idea what my new ‘slave’,” she made quotations with her fingers as she lead the way into her cabin, “looks like under that hulking suit of armor.”
“HA! I knew it; this is just a fabrication to get my shirt off. For shame Shepard. The other two are in on it aren’t they?” Garrus laughed as she stuttered.
“No…. I wouldn’t… you… ahg!” She turned to face him and noted the smug turian grin, “You knew I’d react like that didn’t you?” Garrus shrugged and passed her on the way to her lower level. He began the process of removing his armor and Shepard watched carefully, noting where the latches were.
Each piece was placed carefully on her table until he was standing in his armored pants and a thin undersuit shirt, which incidentally left nothing to the imagination. The shirt hugged his lithe but well-muscled form. Turians weren’t shy and Garrus was no exception, he stripped the shirt off as well. Only slightly self-conscious of the scars marring most of his right shoulder from the rocket and the numerous smaller scars from old battles and the gunship’s smaller rounds.
Shepard sat back on her couch and openly memorized his bare torso with her eyes. A frown painted across her face. The room was quiet for a few minutes until Garrus spoke up, his right hand rising to rub at the back of his neck. “Sorry for the mess,” he gestured to himself.
Shepard didn’t answer and her concentration didn’t waver as she stood. Her hands tentatively moved from her sides to travel across the expanse of his chest. She’d never seen him without a shirt before save in the heat of battle, the hurried aftermath, or in the medical bay where the focus wasn’t on his scars. Garrus’ chest was a series of metallic plates; they were intricately placed with tough leather like skin in-between.
He breathed in sharply when she began mapping his scars with her tiny, too many fingered, hands. His eyes involuntarily closed as she continued her ministrations. It wasn’t until she came to his shoulder and started carefully moving up his neck did he open his eyes again. She had the saddest look in her eyes that he had seen since losing Ashley on Virmire. Her left hand rested on his scarred mandible and her right stayed on his hip.
Her eyes didn’t leave his when she finally spoke, “I should have been there sooner.”
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Kasumi and Zaeed met up with the commander in the briefing room as directed. Kasumi wore her typical garb with an extra battery source for her cloaking mechanism strapped to her lower back. The tiny thief would be cloaking for the duration of the mission and it just wouldn’t due for her to be seen too early if she was seen at all. Zaeed was unchanged and he looked every bit the mercenary body guard he was supposed to be playing. His armour was clean and his weapons ready. He’d brought along his usual assault rifle but had swapped his sniper for a pistol; it wouldn’t do well in close quarters. Zaeed hefted a large bag onto the table; it clanked loudly in the quiet room telling of what it held.
Shepard stood waiting in a smart black pant suit that spoke of a powerful business woman. Her hair was tied back in typical Shepard fashion and a light dusting of makeup adorned her face. She wore boots with a slight heel and the deep red blouse under her jacket easily hid the light Kevlar vest protecting her vitals. Her side arm was concealed at her hip and her best combat knife was strapped to her ankle. Garrus was the last to enter the room. As he entered he didn’t look up from his the visor in his hands, only grunting at the thief’s perky greeting.
“Well that should do it,” he looked up and replaced, the now inactive, visor. “I’ve set it to unlock by password only, any preferences?”
Shepard grinned up at him, “Strawberry.” Kasumi giggled and Zaeed rolled his eyes.
Garrus only gave her a skeptical look and shook his head. He typed on his omni-tool for a moment before speaking again, “Not sure what a Strawberry is but fine. That’ll do. All three of you have access to unlock it now.” The soon to be captive turian hadn’t looked at the bag since he entered the room but now that his gaze had reached it he eyed it with obvious distain. “Let’s get this over with.”
Kasumi set to work unpacking the contents on the table. First to come out was a slave collar, next the leash to go with it. “It’s a standard turian model according to the shopkeeper.” She held out the leash to Shepard and continued her explanation, “It has been designed to emit electric shocks as required by the user. We can try it out and change the setting to something more bearable if you like.”
Garrus took a step forward and removed a glove, taking hold of the collar with his bare hand, “When you’re ready Shepard.” The Spectre nodded and turned the collar onto the lowest setting. Garrus didn’t so much as flinch when the collar came to life in his hand. “Slowly raise the settings; you’ll know when it’s too high.”
The room was silent save the sounds of the Normandy and the quiet hum of the collar. Shepard took her time with the control, slowly ratcheting up the setting. Garrus didn’t start to show any sign of discomfort for the first three notches. On the forth his hand flinched slightly. The fifth had his hand at a steady shake. The sixth he scrunched his nose and visibly clenched his teeth. The seventh had a slight gasp of pain attached to it. The eighth had him drop the offending object and Garrus jerked back, rubbing his hand with the uninjured one.
“Are you alright?” Shepard asked, taking a step towards him. Her hands were out in front of her in a placating stance.
“Fine,” Garrus responded shortly. He set about replacing his glove before clenching and unclenching his fist a few times. “Next, Kasumi?”
“I’ll make the strength of eight the maximum setting then,” she said. Shepard nodded and gestured for her to continue. Kasumi made the adjustments to the collar before reaching up and attaching it in place around the turian’s neck. Garrus held his jaw high to allow the thief space to work, however uncomfortable he was baring his throat to the room. “There done.”
The collar was rather snug against his throat and when Garrus moved it rubbed against his still healing scars. It took all he had not to flinch when he stretched out his neck.
Kasumi reached into the bag and pulled out arm restraints, “Garrus, you’ll need to keeps your arms behind your back for these. They’ll attach your wrists to your forearms and we’ll set the release key on each of our omni-tools.”
Garrus turned around as indicated and allowed the manacles to be attached. He was silently thankful these wouldn’t be electrified as the collar was. He was also infinitely thankful he was allowed his armour even with the unwelcome additions. Shepard began to make her way to the door, “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”
“Don’t forget the leash, Shep.” Kasumi was still in a strangely bright mood as she handed the offending object to Shepard.
The Commander looked from the leash to Garrus and back again. Garrus easily noticed her uncertainty and moved in front of her, moving his head to the side and allowing her access to the hook-up. Slowly she reached up and looked into his eyes before attaching the lead, “Are you sure about this?”
Garrus didn’t have time to answer before Zaeed brushed past them, “Goddammit sweetheart. Just put the bloody thing on already! This is a mission, not a god-dammed sex act.”
Shepard glared at the retreating mercenary, Kasumi followed closely behind him giving the two some semblance of privacy. “I’ll be fine.” Garrus echoed his earlier comment.
Finally she got over the awkwardness of it and clipped the leash into place. With a loud outward breath she strode out to the CIC, a collared Garrus in tow. It was time to see how good his acting really was.
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