Commander Bia Vich Shepard sat in her new over stuffed suede chair that Cerberus gave to her as a bribe to get her to take on the Collectors case. She took a sip of her mango flavor wine cooler, when her voice activated titanium doors slid open. Shepard sat forward in her seat staring wide eyed at the opened door. the elevator was dark, like some one had shut the lights off. She heard foot steps coming from inside. this made her reach under her chair for her heavy pistol. "Shepard." said the person as they stepped out.

Shepard's looked in shock as her guns expert Jacob Taylor came into view. He leaned against the wall nearest him. "Look at this...like sneaking into the captains quarters, heavy risk, but the prize."

Shepard stood up and hid the pistol behind her back. "What the fuck are you doing in here!?!" she said keeping her distance. Jacob walked towards Shepard with a sinister look on his face. "To give the Collectors every kind of hell I can, suicide or not. But until then, I want all the time I can get. win, lose, doesn't matter, I want you." Jacob said while raising a steak knife and a fork. "Your going to have to try hard, if you want this." Shepard said as she let off shots. none hit there intended target.

"The fuck?" she said while she glanced at her gun, when she looked back up something pierced her forehead, Shepard's body fell lifeless to the floor.


43 minutes after killing Shepard, Jacob sat on the floor shirtless gnawing on his Commander's calf. "Should've brought some type of side dish."