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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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OOC: There is a very small tribute to the seconds Aliens movie in this chapter, I challenge anyone to find it and point it out…. Well they want me to cite this quote I guess so there goes the game...

Samantha, the geek, had done pretty well by herself. She lived in a relatively bungalow style modern row home that had two floors and a completed basement. The home was mostly tidy except the woman’s study which looked much like the office they had just left. As they entered a small white ball of fur ran up to them barking with it tails wagging.
Lanie could not help but smile as she spotted two Blasto movie posters and a Blasto figurine along with several different types of chess boards and other games she didn’t recognize. She chucked as she picked up a stuffed Krogan doll and then placed it back on the desk.
“You have a lot of toys here for a full grown woman,” Lanie said. She bound Sam’s hands together with some flexi cuff she had stolen from the gun shop, as soon as they entered the woman’s house. “And I expected a bigger dog.”
“It’s a Jack Russell, it’s bigger then it thinks,” She defended, “and really is it necessary to tie me, you have a gun,” the woman’s British accent became more defined. Lanie figured that mean she was angry.
“As fun as that little exchange in your office was, you need to understand this is not a game. I do not know you, you are my prisoner and I need to get some things from you.”
“So are you going to kill me then?” Sam asked, her eyes narrowing.
“Not if I don’t have to, but my life hangs on the line here, you need to understand that as well. How you end up here depends on you.”
“So you want me to break into some highly protected military database to find some information that might not be documented?”
“It has to be documented somehow, there had to be an allowance, transferred funds. Whoever gave me the final order, he knew my clearance codes.”
“So then, your saying, you were given a direct order that you refused?”
“That is exactly what I am saying, Samantha. The Prime Minister is my ultimate boss, an order to kill her is an order of treason and I can’t do that blindly.”
“Just out of curiosity, if the target had been a child would you have disobeyed the order?” the Communications Technician asked, Lanie winced at the question and looked away.
“I’ve never been asked to harm a child.”
“But if you were?”
“It’s none of your fucking business,” Lanie said getting angry. She guided Traynor to the computer and groaned when she saw another ball. “You have something against chairs?”
“The ball is very good for your posture, helps burn calories and works out your core muscles,” Samantha explained.
“Really, cause I had a co-worker that used one and she found she would have several orgasms during the day.”
Lanie watched as the woman turned several shades of red, she had obviously already figured that part out. “Yes, well, I heard about that.”
Lanie could not help but laugh. “Ok, enough I need you to find out that information.”
“I can’t type with my hands tied up.”
The Infiltrator looked at her for a long moment and pulled out her knife. Sam moved back away as much as the ball would allow. Lanie shoved the knife forward and up, cutting the plastic ties but leaving them still on her hands. “I have some encryption codes,” She started and it was Sam’s turn to laugh.
“I have better,” Sam said. Lanie nodded and turned on the TV. She sighed as she went from channel to channel seeing her face on the news. It was a little discerning.
“And they say she left Cerberus in 2181 after destroying one of their bigger labs. Speculation was she just didn’t agree with her superiors there. Some of her recent psych evaluations have mentioned a self-destructive, slightly psychotic personality. We have even heard that she had severed post-traumatic stress issues after the reaper war.”
“Yes Kay, a lot of soldiers were left untreated for PTSD after the war, but with so many veterans there was not enough help to go around. She was probably one that fell under the cracks.” The male reporter said. Lanie looked from Sam to the TV. She had seen her evaluations they had never said anything about being self-destructive or PTSD. She might have been a loner, but that was about her worse crime. Most infiltrators were. It was hard to have friends when you knew your job was to kill people. She had really given up on having a life outside of her job.
“The lies are getting thicker,” Lanie mumbled.
“Well, if I was trying to set you up the first thing I would do is discredit you.”
“She had been a part of Cerberus for three years, receiving special training which she continued when she joined the alliance.” Kay continued. “What do you think would cause someone like this to go AWOL and then do something as severe as to assassinate the Prime Minister?”
“AWOL?” She turned the TV off, “Fuck.”
She looked to what Traynor was doing. “You’re not offering a lot of resistance?”
“Well, I don’t like the fact that out of all the people in the world you came to me, but I figure I get this information and you are either telling the truth and are innocent and I live, or I find out your fishing for something else and then in which case I’m dead. Or I can refuse to do either in which case I don’t know if I am dead or alive. So right now I’m just going to try and hack into a server that is protected and made secure by people like me and hope that I get to live another day.”
“I know it doesn’t mean much, but I didn’t kill her, this monster they are building on TV, it’s not me. But in the mean time you will have to realize that I don’t trust you either. I came to you because you were blocking my efforts.”
“That’s because you’re an infiltrator not a hacker, I don’t even work in that department but I got the warnings.”
“Yeah, why did you get the warnings?”
“Probably because I was one of the people who helped set it up and it’s linked to some of the systems I am building on the Vigil.”
“That new ship, the one that will replace the Normandy?”
“Nothing will ever replace the Normandy, but yes. The security systems are similar and at the moment linked which is why the warnings came to me. I just thought you were some reporter looking for details, it was pretty amateur hacking no offence.”
“None taken, we are not given a whole lot of training in it,” she admitted. She watched over the specialist shoulder as her fingers flew over the console. She didn’t dare say a thing but the woman was going so fast she had no idea what was happening. She looked to the clock.
“Ok stop,” Lanie said, Samantha looked to her, “It’s three in the morning and I haven’t really slept in two days.”
“I’m going to need more than ten minutes to get what you need,” Sam said, she had hoped to get this done and get this woman out of her life one way or the other.
“I’m so tired I can’t follow what you are doing,” Lanie said, pulling out another flexi cuff. She motioned with her pistol for Sam to move to chair and then tied her to it.
“You expect me to sleep like this?” Sam asked.
“Honest, I know that I will be able to sleep with you like that. I might not be able to hack a computer, but I can certainly keep a prisoner tied up,” Lanie said. She moved into the bathroom and whistled, she had never seen one so big, not a tub that size as well. “Well, aren’t we living in the lap of luxury, big bathroom, big tube, ball chair, you certainly like you toys.” She paused, “Is that a pro mark four toothbrush?” She asked. Not that she had ever had one but she remembered the advertisements for them. She had always preferred a normal toothbrush. They had stopped making them after the war.
“What does it matter, are you going to make fun of my snobbery for having it?”
“Pretty much, you are a very spoiled girl.” Lanie said and turned on the taps to the shower. She knew she must have stunk something fierce.
“Are you having a bath in my tub?” Sam asked.
“You know, I am pretty good at gagging people as well,” Lanie cautioned. It was quiet from the other room. The infiltrator had to look out to make sure the specialist was still there. She smiled. A nice hot shower and some sleep and she would be back to new in the morning and better fit for finding out who was setting her up.
Samantha sighed and looked to her wonderful little dog who was now curling at her feet. “Grover, TV.” She said the dog’s tail wagged and her moved to a switch by her couch and turned it on. “Grover louder,” She said and listened as the sound got louder and louder, she could only hope that one of her neighbours would hear and come and knock on the door.
As it reached its peak Alana appeared from the bathroom, slipping slightly on the now wet floor. She ran over to the converter and turned the mute button on; she turned and slapped her hard. Sam felt tears sting her eyes as she knew she pushed a limit. “Why the fuck would you go and do something stupid like that.” Lanie said catching her breath and she dripped all over the carpet, naked.
“Because I’m a prisoner and I want to escape, you have me tied up in my own house while you use my shower and make fun of my toothbrush,” Sam said taking a deep breath t steady herself. “What do you expect me to do, let you walk all over me?”
“I told you, we just need to get the information and then I’m out of your life. I understand what you feel but we are talking about the rest of my life here that at this moment is not going to be very fucking long. So you’re uncomfortable for a night or two. I’m pretty much dead. Just don’t pull anything like that again,” She grabbed the converter and took it with her. Sam could not help that her attention move to the large burn mark over the woman’s back. For a few seconds she could only wished that whatever had made the mark really hurt. Then she found herself feeling slightly guilty for the thought.
She sighed and turned her attention to the TV which was muted. The news seemed to cycle certain stories, most of them related to the assassination. She could not hear what was being said but they flashed several older footages of the Prime Minister including one popular shot of the woman giving the infiltrator a hug. She wondered what that was all about but her own question was answered when Alana’s picture was joined with a two year old version of her. The caption said the girl was the soldier’s daughter, killed during the Reaper war.
She could not help but think of what Kay, the reporter, had said earlier about post-traumatic stress disorder. Sam had never thought about children, but then she had more a relationship with her ball chairs then she did with pretty much anyone. She had once had a huge crush on Commander Shepard but the older woman was taken. There were a few moments when she thought about a white picket fence and a couple of children, but that was about as close as she got.
Alana had been a Batarian slave for eight years then lost a child, which could be enough to push anyone over the edge. For the first time since Alana had appeared in her office, Samantha truly became scared. She wondered of the woman had actually killed the Prime Minister and then made up this huge conspiracy theory all on her own. She suddenly wondered if her survival was based on some stranger’s stability.
“Holy shit I needed that,” The woman said coming out of the bathroom wearing her robe. She raised a brow and would have protested except she remembered she had already made the woman angry, “Nothing like a hot shower to make one feel cleaner, sorry about your robe though. All I have is oversized men’s clothing.” She moved to the end of the hall where Sam’s bed was and for a few minutes she thought Alana was going to leave her in the living room.
The infiltrator returned through and untied her from the chair. “I’m sorry about all this and now your robe, Princess,” She motioned for Sam to get on the bed. The communications expert looked at her. “It is your bed.”
“Princess?”
“Well, toothbrushes that cost six thousand credits, extra deep tubs and wonderfully nice hot showers. I’m surprised you don’t have a load of man servants here to cater to your every whim. They would be a lot better than your ball chairs.” Sam glared at her.
“You’re making fun of me.”
“I wish I was cause really, Princess, this is ridiculous, there are people out there starving living in squalor or family’s living in single bedroom apartments. (*1)Maybe you haven't been keeping up with current events, but we just got our asses kicked by the Reapers.”
“And I suppose you live in a paper bag?”
“I live in a small apartment, two bedrooms one of which I shared with my mother. I have a toothbrush with bristles and required toothpaste. And when I have a bath my fucking legs hang oddly out of the bottom of the tub.”
It was quiet for a few moments and then Samantha giggled. Lanie raised a brow, “What?”
“I was just picturing you in your tube with your legs hanging out,” Sam laughed. Lanie stared at for a moment then smiled.
“Yeah and it’s really bad if I’ve been on a job for a while and I have a hairy legs.” She conceded to the humour of it. Sam laughed harder and the soldier gave her the moment. It was the least she could do for invading her life so completely. She waited until Sam sobered slightly and began to tie her to the bed, she was surprised when Sam did not protest.
“Where are you going to sleep?” Sam asked. Lanie shrugged slightly and looked around then pointed beside the bed where the window was.
“I haven’t slept on a bed in eighteen years; it’s the first place they look for you.” Lanie said and grabbed a blanket. She sat on the ground beside the window and pulled the blanket up. “Hopefully we can get what I need tomorrow and then I’ll be out of your life.”
“We can only hope,” Sam said, “Good night Alana.”
“Good night Princess.”

Lanie had not slept for very long before the nightmares began. She had had them since she was taken prisoner by the Batarians. Even after escaping her captures she could not escape the night mares. She had figured she would live with them for the rest of her life. When she was younger she would dream she was at home with her mother. In her dream she was having a night mare so she would run into her mother room and jump in her bed, where she would curl up and fall asleep. When she would wake up in the dream her mother was still beside her but her head had been cut off and she was lying in her blood.
As she got older she had nightmares about being tortured and Batarians cutting of her limbs and making her helpless. Now she had dream of Reapers holding her daughter hostage and forcing her to watch as they killed her in all sorts of different ways.
She had woken Sam and started to out her to work. She wanted to get out of this woman’s life and let her get on with it. She slowly walked around her house as the Sam worked on the computer. She stopped and looked at some of the art work she had in her home when it suddenly hit her.
“You wouldn’t want man servants.” She said staring at painting of two women holding each other. It was more than obvious they were not related. There had also been a painting in Sam’s bedroom of women kissing. She had no idea of how she could have missed that the night before.
“What?” Sam said looking up from the computer.
“Man servants, that’s not your thing,” Lanie said with sudden clarity. She smiled.
“This is funny?” Sam said rather defensively.
“No, I mean I have never really thought about what my preference is, you seem pretty sure of yourself.”
“You have never thought of your preference, have you been with anyone?” Sam asked.
Lanie shrugged and looked back to the TV that was showing some cartoon about C Sec officers. “Not without alcohol or drugs involved.” Lanie said honestly, turning back to Sam.
“Really,” Sam stood and moved to the remote. She flipped through the channels and stopped when she found what she was looking for, “Who is she?”
Lanie turned and froze as her daughters face smiled back to her. It was an old picture, the only larger one that had survived the war. She had another picture in her kit. She moved to the television and ran her fingers over her daughters face. “We called her little Lottie, Charlotte was her name, after my grandmother,” She paused for a long time, “The father was a marine, we had worked closely together on a mission and when it was over he invited me out for a drink to wind down. The drink turned into three, then maybe ten or more. When I woke up we were lying naked together but neither of us remembered a thing. Two months later I found out I was pregnant.”
“What about the father?”
“I never told him. James had so many other things to worry about and it was a fling, I certainly didn’t love him. I can’t even remember to this day if it was fun but Lottie made it worthwhile. She was perhaps the greatest mistake I ever made. She was always so happy and she had this infectious giggle.” Lanie bit her lip and looked away, moving to the window and looking out. She closed her eyes as she remembered her daughter.
“My mother helped me raise her and we lived on the citadel. I lost them both while I was fighting the war on Earth.” She paused for a long time. “The Alliance had said they tried to get them out but…” She turned and looked to Sam. “About six months after the war, during the clean-up, I remember, I was with my squad and suddenly this woman came marching towards us with a small entourage behind her. She looked directly at me and called my name. It was Prime Minister McCauley; I remember saluting her, like we are supposed to and before I could say anything else she hugged me. Not a fake I’m hugging you for the press hug, they were not around anyway, but a full, I’ll be your strength hug.” Lanie felt a tear escape and tried to hide the fact that she was wiping it away.
“She told me she was sorry for my loss and that she was proud of me and that she was proud that I was a shining example of what humanity should be. She talked to me for a long time about Lottie.” Lanie took a deep trembling breath to control her emotions. “So there was no way I was going to kill that woman, you understand. She was a fucking hero to me. She was what we needed in a Prime Minister and she cared. She deserves to know why she was killed, Sam, and I am going to find out by who and why, even if it kills me.”
Sam looked to the soldier for a long time and found that she actually believed her. Not that she was completely ready to put her trust in a woman that had been terrorizing her for the last sixteen hours, but she believed that Lanie believed what she was saying. She really had no idea of what to say, she felt bad for the woman. “I understand,” she said simply.
“Good, because we have to move, there’s a spotter out front. He’ll stay there until they get a unit here to surround the house and then come in and probably kill us.” She moved away from the window and started to pack up her bag. “We need to find a new computer to work from. Shut yours down permanently. We’re not going to be able to come back here for a while”

(*1) Quote from the movie Aliens.
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