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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 3 – Into the Lion’s Den
Aren’t you all lucky! I completed this chapter today and I’m sorry to say it isn’t going to get much better for our Gare-Bear. I apologise for his mistreatment now.
-Normandy-
Garrus trailed Shepard through the CIC. All eyes looked up from their stations as the Commander passed through the deck. Garrus’ face was an impassive mask, he didn’t look at any of the crew members as the passed by. No one spoke a word until they reached the airlock, meeting the other crew members there. Joker turned in his chair to give his usual goodbye quip but once he surveyed the scene he thought better of making a comment. Garrus was thankful for the tact.
“After you Shep,” Kasumi said as she disappeared behind her cloak. Outside the airlock there was a cab waiting for the trio and cloaked fourth. Zaeed took the driver’s seat while Shepard and Garrus took the rear. Kasumi was presumed to be in the front seat as they sped away from the Normandy and into the scum that was Omega.

-The Deal-
When the cab stopped outside of the office building Zaeed got out and played the part by opening the door for Shepard and her ‘pet’. Shepard’s usual demeanor had changed only slightly to act as Ms. Gunn; she kept her usual swagger but added condescension. When Garrus stepped out of the vehicle he took a moment to take in the surroundings, it was cut short by a sharp pull on his lead, “Come along now, we mustn’t be late.”
Garrus growled quietly and followed, for the most part he only had to look pissed off. Which, given the situation, was easy. Zaeed led the way into the building; at the door he passed the electronic invite to the krogan bouncer via omni-tool. “Seventh floor, party’s already started.” The bouncer’s eyes lingered on Garrus, who continued his low hum and followed his ‘Master’.
Zaeed grunted thanks and began making his way to the elevator, pressing the button he waited for Shepard. When the door opened he held it, “After you Ms. Gunn.”
With a light tug Shepard pulled Garrus in behind her, when the door closed she let out a breath. “So far so good, I just hope the rest goes as smoothly.” The others nodded and the remainder of the elevator ride was taken in silence.
When the elevator arrived at the party Zaeed led the charge into the room, no one noticed their entry initially. It wasn’t until a particularly mouthy salarian stopped talking did anyone pay attention to the newcomers. The salarian tilted his head in confusion and just pointed to the spectacle, a human female with a rather large turian on a lead behind her. It was an odd sight.
The hush soon became murmurs of, ‘no… it couldn’t be’ and ‘he’s alive!’
Garrus narrowed his eyes and flexed his mandibles menacingly. Shepard surveyed the room before turning back to her captive and raising an eyebrow, “Now that isn’t how we great colleagues, is it Archangel?” The murmuring stopped as all eyes watched the scene unfold in front of them. Garrus’ growl deepened an octave and he struggled against his manacles.
Allison Gunn was not one for games though, she turned on the collar with a flick of her wrist, only a low setting, just enough to annoy rather than hurt. She glared at her slave, “Behave.” Garrus played the part beautifully and flinched as she turned the collar on but only stopped growling when Shepard turned the collar up again.
Laughter from the mercenaries filled the room and regular activities, chatter and drinking resumed. Shepard meandered over to the bar and into a group of criminals who had pets of their own. It didn’t take long for Shepard to grab a drink and join in on the conversation, mostly since it encompassed her addition to the party.
A batarian in Blue Suns gear was the first to speak up on the topic, “Nice look alike you have there. Where did you pick him up?” He titled his head to the right.
Shepard narrowed her eyes, “He’s the original, took me a lot of work to pick him up and you’d do well to respect that.”
A well-dressed asari with a human kneeling at her feet gasped, “You can’t be serious!” Her sentiment was echoed by the rest of the group, “How on earth did he survive? I heard Tarak took him out.”
The disguised Commander reached up and took Garrus’ chin in her hand, moving his head to the side to display the scarring. “Oh he tried alright.” She laughed at the reaction she’d so easily fetched, “This is his first outing. The poor thing had been too weak to leave the estate till now.”
Garrus snarled and pulled his face out of Shepard’s hand, grinding out an almost true statement, “I’ll still kill the lot of you….”
“Now now Archangel! Is that anyway to greet my new friends?” Shepard turned the collar on once again to the lowest setting and Garrus fell back to stand behind Shepard again, the laughter still free flowing from the criminals.
The conversation slowly moved onto the other slaves present and then to recent exploits. Shepard didn’t need to interject much to fit into the circle, only nod and laugh in time with the others. Garrus scanned the room, wishing he had his visor active. Zaeed was still near the door with the other obvious body guards. Kasumi had all but disappeared into the shadows, he’d only caught site of the telltale cloak shimmer once and that was only because he had been looking for it.
Gradually each of the mercenary leaders present was pulled into a side room to view the merchandise. The third one to leave the room had a drell slave with a rather dead look in its inky black eyes. The slave hadn’t been allowed through the door. The asari captor had reluctantly handed the leash to her body guard in a huff. Well shit. Was Garrus’ only thought, thankfully Kasumi would be able to follow and call for backup if needed. He wasn’t happy about the situation but it was better than being stuck on the ship.
Another twenty minutes and two more people disappeared then reappeared in the main room before it was Ms. Gunn’s turn. A barefaced turian led the way to the backroom door; once he arrived he stopped and blocked the access. “Sorry Ms. Gunn but you’ll have to leave him here if you want to see my wares,” he said with a smirk.
Zaeed had apparently noticed the exchange and had moved to join the trio at the door. “Massani, be a dear and watch him for me?”
“Course ma’am,” Zaeed took the leash and started to lead Garrus away.
“Remember, no one gets to play with him. He’s mine.” Shepard disappeared into the backroom; the barefaced turian closed the door behind her.
“Come on you ruddy beast,” Zaeed pulled the lead and Garrus reluctantly followed him to an empty couch. “Sit.” Garrus looked at the old man then to the seat, raising an eye ridge. “I said, sit.” The collar was turned on again and Zaeed increased the setting until Garrus complied with a frustrated growl. “Bloody menace you are.”
It didn’t take long for the asari from earlier to reappear, her human slave nowhere to be seen. She joined Zaeed beside the couch, “Mr. Massani how nice to see you again!” Her fake giggle irritated both of Shepard’s men.
“Dr. T’Lysia.” Zaeed nodded to the woman.
“Now, now Zaeed! Is that anyway to greet a lady? You should introduce me to your employer’s pet here.” She reached forward and took hold of Garrus’ chin, as Shepard had done earlier. Garrus glared at her as she moved his head side to side with a firm grasp. “A shame he’s disfigured.”
Garrus had had enough of the taunting, without his hands free and in his position the easiest thing to do is what he did. He bit her. The asari screeched! And he couldn’t help but chuckle as he spit the purple blood out of his mouth and onto her dress.
Zaeed, however amused he was, managed to keep in character, “God-dammed bastard!” He jerked the lead and turned the collar to a medium setting immediately. “I know she said no one touches you but dammit! That doesn’t mean you get to bite em.” Garrus let out a pained gasp at the continued use of the collar and shied away from Zaeed. “You alright doc?”
The asari had stopped screeching and she was holding her hand gingerly to her chest. Most of the attention in the room was on the three of them now, and the asari’s body guard was approaching. “Nothing a little medi-gel can’t fix, I hope you plan to punish him more thoroughly than that though.”
“Punishments are left to Ms. Gunn.” Zaeed stumbled over his words. It seemed he was unsure of how to proceed.
“Oh no, he’s not getting away without a proper beating.” The asari’s body guard took a step towards Garrus. Zaeed stepped in between the two of them, “Move Massani!”
“Ms. Gunn said hands off, I’d listen.” His statement was simple but menacing at the same time.
The barefaced turian, the one who was holding the party and monitoring the bidding, moved to the asari’s side. “Now, now… no need to fight. The lady would like a proper punishment for Omega’s fallen angel here. Who thinks she should get it?”
Garrus’ eyes widened slightly at the cheers coming from all parts of the room. He stiffened as a few others started closing in on their position. Zaeed hadn’t moved out of the way yet, that was a good sign. He just wished Shepard would come back now, before they had to blow their cover. Zaeed pulled up his omni-tool, “Wait a minute; you can take this up with Ms. Gunn. I’m not paid enough to take on the lot of…”
Zaeed was cut off by a sharp blow to the back of the head. He fell unceremoniously to the floor with a groan. The turian took a step towards Garrus, “Time for your punishment little Angel.” He grabbed the keel of Garrus’ armour and tugged him into a standing position.
“Get your filthy hands off me,” Garrus head-butted the turian before pulling away. He growled low in his throat and started to make for the door. He kicked the first guard who tried to grab him, sending him sprawling to the ground. He shouldered his way past the next one, throwing him off with his heavily armoured shoulder. Soon every armoured member in the room was after him.
It didn’t take long before two of them managed to grab him and force him to his knees in the centre of the room. Without his arms free and being so horribly outnumbered it wasn’t overly difficult for them. The party host stood over him, a hand against his, likely throbbing, forehead. “This is going to be fun. Strip him.”
Garrus tried to pull himself free as many hands dragged his armour off. Piece by piece it was thrown to the floor, his undersuit shirt was cut off unceremoniously and the shreds ripped off of him. Once he was down to his pants and boots the hands left him. During the strip Zaeed had been relieved of his weapons and handcuffed to a rail close to the bar, still unconscious from the blow.
“Anyone bring hallex?” T’Lysia asked, looking around the room. A human held up a small bag and threw it to the asari. “With your permission of course, Hadron.”
The barefaced turian grinned, “Mix a few into a drink for our guest, if you don’t mind?” The asari made her way to the bar and set about making the toxic beverage. “Ever partake in hallex, Archangel?”
Garrus didn’t respond, he only glared at the man and struggled against the two pinning him on his knees. He didn’t flinch when the leash was picked up by the batarian from the bar, “Hadron asked you a question. You’d best answer him.” The collar sprung to life. Slowly the batarian cranked up the juice. Every ten seconds or so another notch, “Tough one Gunn has here, seems she hasn’t fully broken him yet.”
“Just answer the question and he’ll turn it off,” Hadron tried to reason with him. When Garrus did nothing but growl lower Hadron kicked him swiftly in the stomach. “Answer. The. Question.”
Garrus continued to refuse the order he was kicked again. The power was turned up to the seventh notch if Garrus was comparing the pain properly. His head was ringing and he struggled uselessly against his captors. It wasn’t until the final notch was selected that he ground out, “No.”
Almost instantaneously the buzz stopped and Garrus dropped his head forwards panting. Shepard had better get back here soon.
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