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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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The room was dark, save for the outlines of the furniture. The moon had just enough light that the room looked spookier then it should. She lay on the couch with her small head resting on her mother's lap. Images were fuzzy and all she knew was she was terrified for some reason. Her heart beat was fast and she could almost hear it as she breathed slowly, he eyes darted about the room.
"Baby mine dry your eyes." It was her mother. She used to sing that to her whenever she was upset. Her mother used to sing to her all the time, but she remembered this song the most. "Rest your head close to my heart, never to part. Baby of mine"
For some reason this song was not allowed to finish. It was never allowed to finish. She could feel her mother's fingers moving gently through her hair. She closed her eyes and tried to calm her heart. She was safe, wasn't she? Her mother was there, she would keep her safe. There was no reason to be scared.
"Little one when you play, pay no heed what they say." The song continued but her heart beat continued to pound through her ears. The song never ends, why does the song never finish? She was frozen to the spot, afraid that if she moved something bad would happen and it would be her fault. "Let your eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear."
"Baby of mine." Now panic was starting to settle in and she gripped her mother's leg tighter. She wanted to scream and tell her mother to stop singing, that the song never ended and that scared her. She wanted her mother to stop the song on her terms, not on the fear that it will end some other way because of something else. She opened her moth and she could feel the air coming out, but it made no sound. She was crying now, unable to move either.
"If they knew all about you, they'd end up loving you too." Now she was beyond being consoled, unable to move or scream; her eyes wide open in terror as she could see the shadow of feet at the door to their apartment. Her tears were pooling on her mother's thigh, soaking her pants. She could hear them talking. Her mother sang on, calmly as if nothing was happening. "All those same people that scold you. What they'd give just to hold you."
The door opened with a bang, slamming into the wall behind it. Her mother still did not move. There was another loud bang and she was deaf. She closed her eyes as she was thrown to the floor, curling into a ball and covering her ears with her hands. She could feel them there, they were doing bad things. She could feel floor beneath her was sticky and wet. She opened her eyes once but all she could see was red.
She lay there for what seemed like forever before she got the courage to uncurl herself. The room was dark, save for the outlines of the furniture. The moon had just enough light to reveal the destroyed room. Everything was smashed and broken and she was still soaking wet. It smelt horrible now as well, slightly metallic. She turned around slowly now sitting.
"Baby of mine." She heard her mother gasp. She turned to her now and tried to scream again, but no sound came. The song never ended and now she remembered why.
Lissa jerked awake, unaware that she had actually fallen asleep. She still lay on the roof top waiting and watching. She had been here for the better part of a day. Usually she had a partner that would keep her awake and sane. The Ambassador had ordered her to kill her partner and she had no idea of where Kai Leng was now. Not that she liked him anyway; all he ever did was talk about himself. At least it kept her awake and only day dreaming of the many ways she could kill him.
Lissa took a long drink of cold water and placed the container back into her throw away bag. She never left anything behind when she had a job like this. There was a blanket underneath her that left with her. She only ate paste, but the containers went back into her bag to be disposed of somewhere else that would not be a crime scene.
She had spent a week working on this assignment. It had taken The Ambassador a bit to get the location of where the target would be sitting. Then she had come to Earth and began her calculations as well as panning her escape route. She had watched them set up this little anniversary carnival and knew every little route through it. She knew the layout of the building where she was now perched. She had already hacked into the security system and looped in the feed from a couple days ago. The camera's would pick up nothing.
Now she just had to wait and without a partner that was proving difficult. She killed time by watching those below. The park was filling up quit quickly. The early birds all lining up to avoid the long line up. She chuckled to herself over the irony of that. She imagined that the family that was first in line were probably pretty proud of themselves. They had shown up at one in the morning, setting up pup tents and making a family outing of it.
It was going to be a special day, all the big fucking heroes were going to be there; all but the biggest anyway. Not that Shepard needed to be there, they had this big crazy statue dedication of her in the middle of the park.
She knew the list of Delegates’ because she needed to know the list. Not that she was worried; the only two on the list that could possibly be able to figure out what was going to happened were Commander Williams and Garrus Vikarrian. Williams would be escorted out quite quickly but security and Garrus, well; he's been domesticated for a few years now.
The family she had been watching over the morning had been interesting. She guessed that the mother was into security or maybe part of the alliance, she was in better shape than the average business person or stay at home mother. Although she was relaxed she still had this habit of looking everywhere and knowing her surroundings. That was a habit that was not formed from taking children to sport events and sewing rips in clothing. Nor was that developed in a board room, although; watching one's back was advised in the business room.
The father was easier, obviously a teacher or counsellor. He was always talking to the children, making sure they had what they needed, finding out if they wanted anything. He was the provider and the mother was the protector.
She had stopped watching them when the park opened and the rush began. Everyone wanted to see everything at the same time.
She continued to watch though, other people, some in the park some not in the park. She had already witnessed three muggings and had a clear view to the slums of Vancouver as well. She watched there as well. She had not grown up in the slums of Vancouver, but the slums of Toronto had been no better. Now both had gotten worse. There were so many children orphaned since the war. Gangs were even more rampant then they had ever been. Not only that but they had not even begun reconstruction on most of the slums.
There was a wall being constructed around these slums and this angered her. People in the "good" parts of town were already completely oblivious to the suffering and pain of those in the slums. This would make it even worse. What they needed to do was to go in and deal with the problem. Get those children a decent home. Some sort of home and food and comfort, they were as much as the future as the spoiled children that had line up all morning for the ceremony.
Had humanity even been worth saving?
Would the almighty Shepard be happy with how humanity was coming along after she had made the ultimate sacrifice? She knew she would have not been had the roles been reversed. Humanity had not really changed; it was just learning to hide its problems better.
This was the main reason Lissa had chosen Cerberus over the Alliance.
She certainly had never agreed with The Illusive Man and his ramblings. She had watched as he went from humanities watch dog to Reaper lap dog. At one point he might have been a genius and no one would ever argue about some of his success, but he had not been able to draw the line. She had not liked the "volunteer" army he had controlled. As far as she was concerned it was an abomination.
The Ambassador was only slightly better. There were still experiments but the volunteers always knew what they were getting into, that death was possibility but there was always compensation. If they died the money always went to where the subject wanted it to go; his wife or children, mother or father, someone was always able to get out of the slums. There was never a shortage of volunteers.
She was not deluded though, she knew Cerberus was far from perfect. The Ambassador himself was racist. He hated the other Alien races and was convinced they did nothing but try and keep humanity under their rules. He had thought, for a while, after the war that things would change. Earth and humanity had played such a large role in saving the Universe that things would change.
The council had survived though and only grown stronger. Yes Humanity had a representative on the council but they were still treated as if they were children. The Ambassador was convinced that if something was not done, they would always be perceived as children.
She often disagreed with The Ambassador but he had earned her respect a long time ago. He had rescued her from a life that meant nothing and made her what she was. It was something she would not forget, especially when she was doing something she didn't like or want to do. It was part of her motivation, to make him proud of her. He was the only one she cared for.
She rubbed her eyes and bent over the scope once again, this time looking over the park. It was pretty full and she watched as people got on some of the rides and screamed as they were thrown all over the place. She smiled slightly as she watched some young boy get off a roller coaster and throw up into a garbage pail.
It was quite a gathering, humans were walking side by side with aliens and it was an overall sense of happiness. She herself had no problems with Aliens. She had known a few and they seemed ok. She did not share her mentors hate for them.
She continued to scan the park. It was getting close to time for her to do her job. The actual ceremony would start soon. She panned over the statue and thought it was a terrible replica of the woman it was supposed to represent. She wasn't sure why she felt this, she had never known Shepard, but she hated it none the less.
Her scope landed on a young Asari sitting on a bench close to the statue watching a child feed the seagulls. Something about this woman struck a chord in her and she wasn't sure why. Yes; the Asari were a beautiful and graceful race but she had never really been drawn to them, but this woman held her fascination and her scope refused to move.
The Asari was alone, which was odd, they were such sociable people; she never really just saw them sitting alone like that. And she looked so sad that for a second Lissa felt a strange pull to go and comfort the woman. She pulled away from the scope and shook her head. But it was only a minute later until she was watching the woman again. She suddenly realized who it was. Liara T'Soni; Shadow Broker, scientist and Shepard's lover, no wonder she looked alone and sad.
She still had that strange pull to go and comfort the Asari and she couldn't make it go away. It was starting to bother her.
She watched as the beautiful woman was joined by a Turian, Garrus Vikarrian, she could tell by the scars on his mandibles. They moved off to one of the rides and Lissa moved her scope away to the podium and then to where the target was going to be sitting. It was time to do her final calculations.
Lissa was a solider and had never been interested in any kind of a relationship. She had one night stands on occasion, usually when thing were stressful and she needed a release, but they never meant anything. She had never admired anyone or even thought of feeling for another person. This pull she suddenly felt for the Asari was already driving her insane.
She made minor adjustments as the seats for the ceremony were being full. It was a variable whose who and she could have made a hell of a mess of she wanted to. She had one target though and she would stick to her mission parameters.
As they set up she noted that her target was actually quite close to T'Soni. All she had to do was pull the scope back slightly and she would be able to watch the Asari as well. She sighed.
"Get over it." She mumbled to herself and focused in on the Salarian Dalatrass. That was her target and The Ambassador wanted her to wait until there was silence, when Hackett was on the stage.
The Dalatrass had stopped the Salarians from helping in the war. A lot of the STG had decided to join anyways, but she had kept the main Salarian forces from joining. Since the war she had been more than vocal about humanity being galactic bullies. Needless to say the relationship between the Salarians and the humans was tedious at best.
She waited while the chairs finished filling. It still took a long time for things to get started. The whole ceremony would be opened by Admiral Hackett. Lissa admired the man. Yes he was her enemy but the authority his mere presence commanded was impressive.
He wasn't even announced and people grew quite to watch him walk to the podium. She watched the affair on her omi tool while her scope was rested firmly on the Dalatrass. She had already calculated the shot as close as she could. Now that Hackett was on the stage it was time.
Her scope took the last calculations of the wind from the top of this building right down to where the Salarian sat, the air density, all the other calculations were already set. She gently nuzzled herself against the rifle as if it was a lover. When her finger wrapped around the trigger the gun became an extension of her arm.
The Dalatrass was sitting in her chair watching the Admiral on the stage. He rifle had the target painted firmly between her eyes and ever so slightly above. She inhaled slowly and held her breath for only a second before taking the shot. She knew it was perfect even before the Salarian slumped down in her chair.
"Mission accomplished." She stated into her communicator. She watched for a few seconds as the realization set in to those around the Salarian and even though she could not hear the screaming, she imagined it.
She nodded slightly then moved to the kneeling position. She began to dismantle her rifle and put it away in her case. It took her slightly under five minutes to clean up an area. It would take most people much longer than that to figure out where the shot had come from. Even then getting to the Dalatrass in the confusion would take time as well. When she had everything packed up she took a spray bottle and sprayed the area in bleach. That would take care of any trace evidence she might have left behind.
She left the roof top and made her way to the emergency elevator. She could already hear the reports of the assassination on the extranet. It was amazing at how quick the news got out. The speculations were all over the place. It was still unknown what had happened just that someone had been shot and that there was mass confusion.
The elevator was slow and she subconsciously tapped her foot against the floor. They were talking now that it was possibly one of the Alien representatives that were killed and that Hackett had been taken to safety. She smiled to herself. He had never been in danger.
She turned off her access to the extra net as she stepped off the elevator and made her way to the emergency door. Her land bike waited for her on the other side of the door. It would take her to the shuttle and she would finally get off this horrible planet. She hated Earth for what it failed to become.
She opened the door and stepped out into the ally only to come face to face with Turian and Asari she had been watching. She reacted quickly and shot out her omi tool and let loose an incinerate in front of Vikarrian, enough to keep him off balanced for the time she needed to escape. She swung her briefcase at T'Soni, knocking her to the ground. She immediately felt guilty but took the time to place the briefcase on the bike and get on it herself.
She pulled out her pistol and aimed it at T'Soni, giving her enough time to get her barricade off before shooting. She started up the bike and as soon as her heat sink ejected she gunned the motor, taking off down the alley. She took a brief second to look back to make sure that T'Soni had not been hurt before she turned the corner and got out of the area as quickly as possible.
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