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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138070 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Morgan fixed a glare at the door into the cockpit area, wishing she could break the unmoving barrier open with the ferocity of her stare. The longer this cunt made them wait, the angrier she got. Fuck, just the thought of this spy operating under their noses this whole time, watching them while they went about their business... it made Morgan seethe.

It was the cowardice of it, that's what pissed her off the most. She had always believed in dealing with the enemy straight on. Spying, lurking in the shadows like this little sneak had done, it's what weaklings did.

At the least, she could console herself with the knowledge that the spy was trapped like a rat now, and had no hope of escaping. Morgan didn't know anything about their quarry except that she was a woman, but knowing that gave Morgan wicked thoughts of tossing their infiltrator to her team and showing her just who she was fucking with.

Please, don't put up a fight, Morgan thought to herself, as she set her palm blaster onto a stun setting just in case things got crazy. Surrender quietly, throw yourself at our mercy. Maybe shed a few tears on top of it all. It'll make it all the sweeter when we strip you down and fill every last one of your holes.

An intriguing thought came to Morgan then. An idea to really drive it home to their unwelcome guest just how pathetic she was. But before Morgan could dwell on the sweet image any longer, the door to the cockpit area slid open.

"There's nobody there," one of the Phantoms said. Morgan and the others wearing goggles activated them, in time to see a slim female figure standing under a tactical cloak at the doorway.

A female figure dropping two spherical objects onto the ground in front of her. There was only a second for her to wave to the group before the twin spheres erupted into light.

"Goddamnit!" Morgan cried, as her high-tech goggles were suddenly flooded with the brightest light she had ever seen. She could hear the rest of the group around her letting out shocked cries as well, as the flashbang grenades caught them by surprise.

The sound of their screams was suddenly cut off, by a burst of screeching feedback from all around them. As bad as the sudden explosion of sound from the flashbangs had been, this seemed fifty times louder. Morgan winced and put her hands over her ears, stumbling and running into her people. Her vision finally recovered enough to see a display on her goggles against pitch black: SENSOR OVERLOAD DETECTED. USER VISUAL FEEDBACK TEMPORARILY DISABLED.

Whipping off the useless goggles in disgust, Morgan blinked as her vision returned. The door to the cockpit area was now shut. As she looked around at her disoriented teammates, she saw one of the bridge crew staring at her, attempting to yell over the loud feedback noise blasting over every speaker in the ship. Finally, the bridge worker simply pointed aft, behind Morgan and the rest of their team.

Morgan turned, just in time to see the figure from before, decloaked now and running headlong through the CIC towards the door next to the lift. The door slid open at her approach, and just as quickly shut behind her.

"FUCKING SNEAKY CUNT!" Morgan yelled over the feedback. "GET AFTER HER, NOW!" she yelled out to her companions. Not waiting to see if they heard, Morgan charged off in the direction of their target. All around the CIC, the various bridge crew winced and clamped hands over ears, trying to block out the relentless squeals coming from around them.

Opening the door to the rear section of Deck 2, Morgan strode through the former security checkpoint. The body scanner had long since been deactivated, no longer serving a purpose once the war had ended and the room beyond had become a relic of a much more turbulent time. Morgan opened the door beyond the scanner arch just in time to see the female figure dash past the conference room and run around the corner into the War Room.

Morgan charged forward. The stupid, silly spy. She was running right into a dead end. There was no way out of the War Room except the way they had come in.

For a moment, Morgan considered that their spy might be setting a trap, but that was a foolish idea. She might have surprised them with those flashbangs once, but Morgan had no intention of falling for that trick again.

As she stepped towards the door to the War Room, she looked behind her to see that her squad had recovered from the ambush and were following right behind. Just as she raised her voice to deliver orders over the din blasting out of the PA system, the noise abruptly stopped.

"Alright, listen up," Morgan said, still raising her voice to be heard by her partially deafened team. "She got the drop on us once, but no damn way I'm letting her do that again. I want every last one of you with me when we go in there." Pointing at two of her team, she tossed one of them her set of detection goggles. "You two stand guard in front of the door. Make sure she doesn't get past us. The rest of you, you're taking this room with me. Be ready for anything, and no matter what, you don't let this cunt pull that shit on us again. Understand?"

The group muttered their assent. Morgan took the lead, opening up the door to the War Room and stepping inside.

The War Room was dimly lit, many of the control panels and displays that had been used during the Reaper war now dark and unused. If the Normandy wasn't a sterile environment, Morgan had little doubt that dust and cobwebs would coat every surface. As it was, the strange quiet compared to the rest of the ship was the only sign that this room in the Normandy had outlasted its function.

"Take it slow," Morgan quietly instructed her people. "She's got nowhere to run. Don't do anything stupid, or I'll take your head right after I take hers."

The group of Phantoms divided into threes, two groups heading around the perimeter of the room, while Morgan took the rest of them down into the center.

"Don't see her," one of the Phantoms said, as she put back on her goggles. "Maybe using that cloak of hers to..."

"Over there!" another one cried out. "In the QEC area!"

Morgan turned and saw a dark blur of movement. Grunting in anger, she bolted forward in the direction of their target. Entering the alcove where the thief had run, Morgan spotted her, standing with a terrified expression on her face.

"Don't move a damn muscle!" Morgan said, raising her palm and pointing her blaster in the spy's direction. She was a slim human, with what looked like a pretty face hidden under that hood. The ladies were going to love breaking in this one. But Morgan already knew who was going to get first crack. "Hands up, no funny business or I'll put one right between your eyes."

"I surrender!" the spy said. Morgan watched with a smirk as the cornered rat raised her hands up. There it was. The fear that Morgan had been hoping to see. "Please... I know when I'm beaten. Just don't hurt me."

"Oh, don't you worry, honey," Morgan said, taking a step towards the defeated spy. The spy trembled as she started to take a step back. "We won't harm a hair on..."

Morgan stopped, looking down at the spy's foot on the deck. Dammit. She looked back up at the spy, who had dropped all pretense of terror and simply gave Morgan an innocent smile.

Morgan turned around to face her underlings. "Everybody move, back to the cockpit."

The Phantoms who had filed into the QEC area behind her stared in confusion. "But ma'am... we've got her right where we want her," one of them protested.

Whipping out her sword from behind her back, Morgan swiped the gleaming blade through the air, directly through the spy's neck.

The razor-thin blade passed through the woman in front of her, the image of the spy rippling slightly as the sword passed through it. "It's a goddamn decoy hologram," Morgan said. "Dammit, it's why she sent out that feedback: so we wouldn't notice she wasn't making any noise when she ran."

"But what about the doors?" another Phantom said, as they made their way towards the War Room door. "They wouldn't have opened for a hologram, so how did..."

Morgan's eyes went wide. "MOVE!" she cried out, running as fast as she could to the War Room door. "DON'T LET IT CLOSE! STAND IN THE DOORWAY!" she yelled out to the two guards there. But too late for them to react. With Morgan inches away from the open doorway, it slid shut in her face. The red gleaming hologram hovering there seemed to almost mock her.

Morgan pounded a fist against it. "She never left the cockpit," she muttered. "She's been operating the doors from in there the whole time."

The rest of the Phantoms stood around Morgan in the War Room, none of them wanting to be the first to speak up and face the wrath of their defeated commander.

Standing at the door, trying to figure out what to do next, Morgan felt something trickle down the side of her neck. Turning around, she saw the rest of her team take off their helmets and wipe at their sweating brows.

"Jeez... getting hot in here," one of them said. "Feels like somebody turned up the thermost..."

"GRAAAH!" Morgan cried out. Raising her hand, she fired a blast into the speaking Phantom's face. The stunning shot wouldn't kill her, but at least she sure wouldn't be complaining about the heat anymore.

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With the Phantoms temporarily taken care of, Kasumi activated her cloak and stepped out of the cockpit area into the main CIC. The bridge crew, for lack of any other idea on what to do, had returned to their jobs. Even if they weren't focused on their consoles, they didn't have the detection tools necessary to spot Kasumi as she made her way, swiftly but silently, to the lift.

You know... you just made the best Cerberus has to offer look like chumps without breaking a sweat, Kasumi thought to herself as she entered the lift. Maybe Kelly was right. Maybe you could free the folks down in the cargo bays after all.

But it was too big of a risk. Those locks on the War Room doors wouldn't hold up forever. She hadn't had time to program anything but the most basic hack onto the doors, and anybody remotely skilled in security systems would have it open in a few minutes. No, she had to make her break for the escape pod now. She had gotten lucky with her desperate ploy, and she wasn't in the mood to push her luck a second time.

As the door opened to Deck 3, Kasumi considered her next move. After all, the Orpheus was a few systems away, so she'd have some time to kill once she docked the Normandy's escape pod on Omega. Maybe she'd pay a visit to Tonia, one of her old contacts who had settled down with a turian husband there. After all the things she had seen on this ship, she could use some pleasant company. Well, as pleasant as Omega could offer, anyway.

Reaching the control panel for the escape pods, Kasumi was pleased to see that Kelly had done her job. There was a pod prepped and ready to go. Of course, Kasumi was going to have to abandon any attempts at subtlety now, but at this point she knew she was pretty much home-free.

Hitting the button, she heard the warning alarms start to blare, and watched as the sleep pods began pivoting up into the ceiling, revealing the hatches to the escape pods behind them. The few crew on this deck watched in confusion as a figure seemed to materialize out of nowhere, waving a machine pistol in their directions.

"Much as I'd love to stay," she announced to them all, smirking as they stared in her direction, "I think I've seen enough Cerberus hospitality for one lifetime. But don't worry. I'll be back with Jacob Taylor and the Orpheus soon enough to..."

She heard footsteps behind her. Someone coming from... out of the escape pod? Before she could turn her gun in that direction, she felt a light sting on the side of her neck. Almost instantly, she felt all of the energy drain out of her body, as her attacker pressed the plunger down on the syringe in her neck. She gasped as she felt her muscles go numb, the gun in her hand slipping from her grasp and clattering on the deck.

"Oh, please stay," said a voice from behind her. She turned to look, only to find her vision going hazy. The man's voice seemed muffled in her ears now as her consciousness faded. "After all, I could always use another... test subject."

Kasumi felt herself falling to her knees. Whatever the man had shot her full of, she knew she would be out in seconds. Activating her omni-tool, she focused the last of her strength on opening up a message to Jacob. Had to tell him. Had to make sure he knew...

She wanted to say so much. Let him know about the mole on his ship. Apologize for screwing up. Let him know how much she had enjoyed their brief time together. But from the growing fatigue that was filling her, she knew she only had time to type a few characters. Ones that she hoped Jacob would understand the meaning of.

With the last of her energy, she finished her message and directed her shaking finger to the send button. Seconds after the message went out, she felt her eyelids close, and the world fell away.
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