This is my first attempt at writing in a long time, and my first Mass Effect story. I got this idea from the movie Enemy at the Gates, hence the name. Everyone else does it so I will too. I do not own Mass Effect or its characters.
Please review, and thanks for reading.
Garrus Vakarian was hot. And dirty too he thought. Why did I agree to do this he wondered. Glancing up from his prone position, he eyed the Tuchanka skyline. Clouds had formed in the distance, and the sun was beginning to set, although it would still be several hours before darkness. Damn it. Darkness meant he had again lost the opportunity to finish his opponent. Although that also meant that his opponent had been unsuccessful in his attempts as well.
Sighing, Garrus silently got into a crouching position, surveying his surroundings. He was in what once must have been a bustling city. However, time, war, and the elements had long since eroded the now silent structures. Using cover, he darted across the rooftops until he found another spot to set up. Reaching into his pack, he selected a pouch of food. He had not eaten in over ten hours and he was hungry. Standard issue military Turian fare. Although bland, it contained everything a Turian would need to keep them going for twelve hours. As he ate he wondered if his opponent was doing so as well.
It had been nearly a day since he had last seen his opponent. It had been a chance sighting, and only for a second. He had been scoping the landscape looking for another suitable place to set up when he had seen him, or rather the glint of sunlight off his opponents sniper rifle. Quickly he had refocused on that spot but the glint, and his opponent, had vanished. Silently cursing, he had made the mistake of lifting his head up ever so slightly. POP! The sound of a rifle going off in the distance made him duck instantly, and not a milisecond too soon. Where his head had been a round went hissing by. His opponent was good. Too good. Not only had his opponent known where he was, he had nearly hit him.
Swearing, Garrus had quickly rolled onto his side. Through a hole in the wall he had been positioned against, he scanned the area from where the shot had come. Nothing. Either his opponent had moved already or was waiting for him to make another mistake. Eyeing a piece of glass to his side, he slowly lifted it up so that it would catch the suns rays and glint. POP! A shot shattered the glass, sending shards all around him. Crap. He would not be able to retaliate as long as he was at his current position, nor would he be able to determine precisely where his opponent had been. Still cursing, he swiftly got to his feet and had made a hasty retreat.
Garrus chuckled. He had never met someone who was his equal at sniping. Not even Shepard, although he was damned good. No, the opponent he faced was as skilled as he was, if not more so. In order to get out of his current situation, he would need to use every skill he had. A little luck wouldnt hurt either he thought. It was getting late, and he needed sleep. Looking up, he saw that the sun had nearly set. Okay he thought, time for some shuteye.
As he slept, he dreamt of Shepard, of the Normandy, of Omega, of his time as Archangel, of drip... drip? Opening his eyes he saw that it was softly raining. Drip. Looking up he saw what had awaken him, water dripping from a pipe above him. Off in the distance a clap of thunder sounded causing him to flinch. Thunder could mask the sound of a rifle shot, making the target, in this case him, unable to discern where it had come from. He himself had used the technique several times. Peering off far into the distance, he saw a fire going. Probably some Krogan scouting or war party he thought. It would not be his opponents.
Looking down at his omni-tool he silently cursed. He had slept longer then he had wanted. While he had been sleeping his opponent could have been positioning himself. Or he could have been sleeping too he thought. His opponent had to have been as tired as he was. Shouldering his sniper rifle, Garrus stood up. It was still dark outside, and it would not be morning for some time yet. Setting his visor to night vision, he spotted a place where he could get to the next building. Jumping, he silently landed on his feet. He needed to keep moving, keep his opponent guessing. Another clap of thunder sounded, causing him to flinch again. This is going to be a long night.