22/08/2012 – Just so people know I made a few changes to this chapter after re-reading it. I didn't like how my OC seemed she's not meant to seem perfect that's the whole point, as things develop on later in the story you see. It's just sometimes hard to write when you don't want to include everything at once! Chapter 3 & 4 is where you start to get to know her better.

Right, well I haven't written any fanfics for some time due to schooling, but after getting ridiculously obsessed with the mass effect trilogy I could not help myself! I've read some amazing stories on here and it got the juices flowing again

I've added my OC, but no I haven't changed the story, Bioware's genius cannot be changed! Therefore adding in a new squad member is the safest option.

Please enjoy, any criticism is appreciated and of course all characters etc belong to Bioware.

Chapter 1: Recruitment

"You're sure about this one sir?"

"Completely serious, it wasn't merely a suggestion consider it an order."

Shepard crossed his arms in disbelief. "You really believe there is an operative working in Chora's Den who is crucial to my mission?"

"Crucial, vital, hell whatever word you want to use for her. That damned council is never going to give you a lead, trust me you want to beat Saren, she's known him, she's worked with him if anybody can track that psychopath down it'll be her. But watch it she may just kill him if she gets the chance, and while that thought pleases me we will need answers."

"But Sir, I don't understand what the connection is between all this."

"Go and see her first, don't talk to her if you can help it and then report back to me. I'll have the relevant files ready. She has been off the grid for a number of years now, I doubt anybody even the council has given her a second thought recently."

"As you wish Captain." Shepard saluted his Captain and left the room. There was no way he would disobey a direct order, even if he didn't agree but Anderson knew a lot more than he did, so all he could do was trust him.

Alenko and Williams fell into step as their Commander appeared. "So Sir, have you got any leads we can follow? You were a lot quicker than we expected."

"It was brief Alenko let's just leave it at that. The Captain wants us to go to Chora's Den in the wards. I'll explain on the way."


"Do you think Captain Anderson has got the wrong idea Commander? I mean this is a gentleman's club, not exactly the kind of place I'd expect to find an intellectual mind. If you know what I mean sir."

"Williams you're not alone on that thought but Anderson wouldn't waste our time. I trust he knows what his doing."

"But surely our time would be better spent speaking with Barla Von or that turian C-Sec agent?"

"Ash why are you complaining this place is great! There's drinks, music and pleasurable company what more could you want?" exclaimed Kaiden with a boyish grin on his face.

Ashley huffed disgustedly "Shut it Alenko, you just like the scenery."

"It is a nice view."

"Unbelievable!" She threw her hands in the air and shook her head, "I work with perverts, worse xenophile perverts!"

"While you two play nice I'm going to speak to the bartender." Shepard excused himself and made his way to the bar. It was only mid-afternoon so the establishment was fairly quiet, even so there was still a fair few bodies inside, and the owner must have been making a mint out of the place.

A salarian was free and approached immediately, "Can I get you anything?"

"Sure, a beer would be great thanks. I'm also looking for somebody if you can help me out."

"Bounty-hunter or C-Sec?" The response was so fast the Commander was completely unprepared.

"Huh? Neither, I'm Commander Shepard of the Alliance. I'm just doing some research for potential recruitment not to cause trouble. I take it you get that a lot."

"You have no idea; it seems that every other day I'm cleaning up some new colour of blood. Recruitment you say, in here, seriously?" The bartender seemed unconvinced but intrigued.

"Err yeah, so hard to believe?" he laughed.

"Well the only people who work here are the dancers, bartenders and Fist's bodyguards. Most of them are mercs, criminals or ex-prostitutes. Not exactly Alliance material and we don't have many humans. But what can I help you with? I've learnt over the years to keep my mouth shut on such matters, especially when you work for Fist."

"Kayla T'Stark, I hear she works here? But I don't know anything about her." The reaction he got further made him doubt Anderson's orders to come here.

"Jesus you must be the first who doesn't, she is the most popular dancer here. She's a genetic quandary; she's a diverse mix of alien species nicely packaged into a human form. Makes her extremely popular with all species, especially those with a human fetish it's all in the Asari genes I say. Fist makes a fortune off her, shame about her attitude though. I'm sorry but I can't help you there you may want to stay away if you want your balls left intact." He handed over the beer, but remained stationary obviously enjoying the puzzled look on the human's face.

Shepard was gobsmacked. "Right…well that's not completely the answer I was expecting. A genetic quandary, how is that even possible, wouldn't she have to be an Asari for that kind of shit?"

"Technically I guess, but I don't know the details. I doubt even Fist does, not that he cares she brings in money, that's all that matters to him. She is an enigma, makes her more elusive I guess. The patrons in here don't care, she dances, she entertains, they get a thrill, not much more to it I'm afraid."

"And the reason to worry about my balls?" he regretted even asking.

"She has a bit of a rash temper, made a habit of injuring patrons that try to get more than they pay for. She's one of our most popular dancers, but also the most expensive due to the whole genetic thing. We've had to reduce private dances and just showcase her once a night so it's public. It's reduced the injury rate slightly."

"If she's got such a bad attitude why do you hire her?"

"Because Fist loves money more than clients, and she makes a lot of it. If you're planning to take her anywhere you'll have Fist to deal with. But just know this that girl is a good kid, she doesn't have many friends but a few of us here really care about her. She has a smart head on her shoulders, and when you get past her fake attitude she really does surprise you. Spirit knows what she is even doing here, but we do the best we can for her. If you really can take her away you'll give her the chance she needs." The salarian sounded sad, Shepard was unsure what to think he was dealing with a complete unknown. He wasn't even sure he would be taking the girl anywhere.

"I'm not that far into recruiting yet, you've certainly given me a lot to think about. Where is she now?"

"She'll be on later this evening. Come back around 9pm but come early so you get a seat it gets crowded. I can't say too much more someone will be listening in soon as you have your drink." He eyed the Krogan around the outer edge warily.

"Thanks for the help, I'm sure I'll be back to talk to you soon."

"Anytime, but please help her." Before Shepard could reply the salarian had already moved on to the next customer. Troubled he left his drink and went to find his subordinates.

"So how'd it go? Are we going to see her?" questioned Ashley, she was obviously perturbed and keen to be moving on.

"No we've got to come back later. Let's just say she sounds an interesting prospect even if I can't make heads or tails out of the current information. At present I don't know whether she would be good or bad for the mission."

"Really that bad sir? Well I can't admit I'm happy to see the back of this place for now."

"We'll see. Anyway we have a whole day to kill let's go to speak to that volus and try and find that turian. Maybe we can gain some sort of lead before me and Kaiden come back later."

"Sir Ash isn't coming with us?"

"Sorry Ash but two guys bringing a woman with them to a dump like this could be suspicious."

"Accepted I agree completely." She quickly interrupted. If she really hated this place so much Shepard wondered what she'd make of Kayla, not telling her about the mixed genetics would probably be the best idea. For now he was ready to leave this whole problem until later.


A trio of them returned to Chora's Den later that evening, Shepard thought it incredibly lucky their newest team member was male. Anderson had not been pleased that the Commander had failed to see Kayla that day, and even further displeased at the fact Kayla only did public showcases. He had insisted that they secure a private audience with her that very night and set the process in motion. Shepard had read her files, well the ones Anderson had felt necessary to show him, it made him uneasy he saw the potential but at the same time he understood the danger there were too many unknown variables. His thoughts kept going back to the salarian bartender please help her, his weakness was helping people but her file seemed to argue that she should be able to look after herself, what the hell had gone wrong. He had smiled to himself, when he realised what he was going to do regardless of what she was like. He just couldn't help himself.

"I'm really surprised of all the places on the Citadel you'd want to come here. This place usually doesn't attract the eye of C-Sec but I think Fist is paying someone off. Plus a lot of C-Sec officers are regular clientele. What was the name of the person you're interested in?" Garrus' mandibles flared with suspicion, he had no idea why he was here apart from the fact that he was male and Williams was inappropriate. He had hoped he might have been chosen because he had superior skills to the gunnery chief but what was he kidding, he was an alien on an all human ship.

"Let's grab a seat and a drink and don't speak too loud. You never know who is listening."

His mandibles clicked with agitation, "If you wanted to withdraw attention you shouldn't have brought me along. However, I suppose I'm not very well known down here. Well I hope to think I'm not, I'm not a regular unlike some."

"It's a good thing we didn't bring Ash along Shepard she would have stuck out like a sore thumb." mentioned Kaiden. They found a table to wait until it was their turn to be called to the private rooms. Shepard pulled at his causals he always itched when he wasn't in his armor, especially in places like this, the sheer number of krogan didn't help.

"You can say that again, plus I have a feeling she won't approve of Miss T'Stark when we finally meet her. She doesn't exactly approve of outsiders does she?"

Garrus scoffed on his drink, "Kayla T'Stark? You've got to be kidding? No-one, I mean no-one gets close to her without going through Fist. Well not since he caught those undercover C-Sec agents."

Shepard raised an eyebrow "Undercover agents?"

"Yeah, Kayla used to pass C-Sec a lot of information on the crime bosses and other un-pleasantries of the wards. It worked because Fist never suspected her due to her attitude. But an informant who went undercover in C-Sec ratted her out. I was surprised when he didn't fire her but I guess she makes him too much money. I'd love to know how he got her under control her file makes her sound not the type to be bossed around."

"You've met her Garrus?"

"Never personally, I just heard stories and read her reports. She's a good infiltrator and biotic if records are correct." He said it almost causally; Shepard remembered that he hadn't told him about Anderson's plans to recruit her for the team. He wondered what the C-Sec officer's opinion on the matter would be.

"Anderson told me little, just that she was adept with tech and a strong biotic. She has a brilliant head on her shoulders but must lack something as she ended up here." He tried to remain nonchalant.

"Hmm I'm not too sure. It does seem strange that one with a resume like hers would let herself fall so far. I'm surprised she wasn't enlisted in the Alliance, human biotics are rare surely?" Garrus knew about the genetic engineering, most people in C-Sec did, but he was interested in how much the Commander really knew. She was obviously the reason they were here, but why?

"Yes we are those of us with L2 implants suffer headaches and other symptoms so I can understand why she may not have opted for Alliance. But that again doesn't make sense. How is she linked to Saren and Anderson?" Kaiden questioned. Garrus secretly smiled so the lieutenant didn't know what was going on either.

"I don't know Alenko, there are a lot of mysteries around this woman and I intend to find them out." The Commander leaned back and nursed his drink; Garrus picked up on the body language. This was going to be a very interesting assignment.


Kayla T'Stark never planned to let her life turn out the way it had, but then she had never felt truly in control of the direction it had taken. Revelations of her origin had been hard enough to stomach at 17, and 6 years on they weren't any easier. She was well aware of the experiments that had created her, she had been born in a test-tube on Ilium; their lack of laws made it very easy for the races most brilliant minds to engineer her. All the team of scientists knew was that they had a very wealthy benefactor who wished to create a unique individual who harnessed the best traits from the prominent species in space. It was to have the Salarians scientific mind, the Turians obedience and military edge, and the asari's grace and raw biotic power. But the key fact was it must be human in form, nothing else would suffice. The project ran for years, failed experiments were aborted, asari genes were needed to create genetic variability but it always resulted in an asari form. Until Kayla came along, a mutant growth caused the anomaly to develop the preferred features. Excited the scientists concentrated all efforts on this specimen never once considering the effect the growth may have on other biological aspects.

Kayla had learnt all this just as she was about to enter the Arcturcus Academy, the letter had come from an anonymous source. At first she had dismissed all of it as nonsense, but as time went on it ate at her. After some digging from various sources she found direct links between information in the letter and data she found on the extranet. It hit her like a freight train and it had been a horrible feeling, but despite the unpleasantness she had found solace in the writer's words and she had abided by their advice. Regardless 4 years later that turian spectre that was meant to give her the chance of a lifetime made sure everything was fucked up and here she was, alone, forgotten and stuck in this shit hole.

She wrapped her towel around herself and she stepped out the shower, steam billowed around the room she deeply inhaled trying to cleanse her thoughts and bring them back to the present. Her relaxing mantra was ruined without a minute, "Kayla, get yourself out here now I haven't got all day, you've got money to earn bitch."

Fuck Fist, charming as ever the sly bastard. She groaned and unlocked her bathroom door, it wasn't even worth attempting to get dressed he'd just get pissed. Sure enough as she crossed the threshold there the miserable bastard was with his pet krogan.

"Nice to see you always make an effort when I come round, flashing your assets won't win you any favours with me you should know that." He grumbled, "But I do appreciate the view."

She cringed and pulled her towel tighter around herself, she took her clothes off for a living, yet whenever he gawked at her she felt ridiculous. She hated him so much yet she couldn't do anything about it, he'd seen to that a long time ago. "What can I do for you Sir?" He was such an idiot, all the girls had to call him as such just so he could act like some lord or something equally ridiculous.

"For starters you can get your ass in gear and sort your face out; you've got a private group booked tonight so I need you at your best. That means no funny business or I'll get Jalak here to remind you how the patrons feel when you pull that shit." He spat as he talked, he really was revolting.

"What do you mean I've got a private dance tonight? I thought you didn't trust me anymore? I'm not doing it, its degrading enough what you already make me do." Kayla was in a fury, she was fed up with Fist and his idiotic regime. She wanted out, fuck having no-where to go.

"Look, you're doing what you're told or you don't want another run in with Jalak do you? I've already warned you." He pulled that cocky little grin of his.

Kayla flinched. The last time Jalak had taught her a lesson she hadn't been able to walk for a month. She'd been cancelled and lost Fist a lot of money. It had still been her fault regardless. She eyed the krogan warily. "Fine, what rules?"

"He can do whatever the hell he wants with you, his buddies too their paying a lot of money. And I've already checked them out. There are from a merc band so they can't help you in anyway so don't try anything!" With a slam of her door Fist left her alone with just Jalak for company.

The krogan grunted and took up his usual position beside the door. Kayla hated him always watching even when she undressed, it was repulsive. She didn't need a constant reminder of the pain that could easily be inflicted upon her; she had the memories and some scars to do that for her. She threw her towel on the floor in anger, fuck the krogan, his seen it all before anyway. Why the hell was she so weak, she never used to be oh yeah that's my fucking fault, Kayla you idiot!

When she had first came to Fist he had acted like her best friend, he'd looked after her and given her a roof over a head. She'd been so gullible back then, all she had wanted was somebody to look after her but the wards had been a rough place and with no money there was no way to get off the Citadel. The idea had been to work this gig for a few months to get some cash, Fist had seemed genuine enough, and he'd even supported the short contract. The only condition was that she had a neural implant in her brain to suppress her biotics to protect the clientele and herself, apparently it was a legal requirement for his insurance, plus all the asari girls had done it. In actual fact it was all a load of shit, it's how Fist controlled his employees and once he saw how much money she made he wasn't going to let her go. Without her biotics she was at a disadvantage but Fist had Jalak to keep her in check she didn't stand a chance.

Grabbing her make-up bag she furiously began getting herself ready, she might as well have Fist advertising her as a prostitute. What she wouldn't give to force his own balls down his throat. Holding back bile at the thought of Fist's disgusting balls, she finished applying her make-up. She began gathering up her tumbles of long blonde hair into a tousled bun.

"You sure you got enough of that stuff on?" grunted the krogan.

"Yes Jalak why?" she asked exasperated.

"If you're sure, the other girls wear more…" he snorted.

"Well some of us don't like to look like over-done drag queens, well at least I don't. Some people do say less is more." Kayla responded through gritted teeth.

"That certainly is the case with your wardrobe."

"Oh shut up you overgrown toad!" Sometimes that krogan knew right where to kick the weak-spot.


The Commander was more at unease when the trio entered the private quarters. It had seemed the longest 30 minutes of his life yet here he was about to meet the mysterious Ms T'Stark who made him question himself on so many levels. Maybe it was the anticipation of what she was actually like, or maybe he just felt sorry for her he just couldn't pin-point it. Kaiden on the other-hand was like an excited school-boy at the prospect of seeing a bit of flesh, he had no idea what was even going on. Garrus was calm and collected, the commander found him very hard to read at present, but he suspected that the movement of his mandibles and flange of his voice may hold the key if he could just learn the signs.

None of them spoke as the door opened a young woman of 5'9' entered the room. Shepard eyed her up and down, from her blonde hair and piercing blue eyes to her soft curves adorned with her stripper outfit. She just looked like a normal human being, pretty but in a regular way like Williams, nothing would have even alerted him to the fact she was different. The realisation was very surprising; he wondered what he had been expecting. He quickly glanced at his team, Kaiden was at a loss for words and Garrus looked no different.

"Evening gentleman, I'm sure you're all looking for a good time tonight." She swayed her hips as she slowly made her way to the table they were sat at. She was instantly suspicious as these three looked way too acceptable and had a different demeanour to her usual clientele. She wasn't complaining, after-all it was nice to have good looking clients for a change but she remained wary. She put on her best seductive face and voice, deception was her speciality after all, it's why Fist hired her.

She walked behind the taller human and let her fingertips brush along the top of his shoulders. "I have to say I'm a very lucky girl to have three friends tonight." She didn't expect them to reply they rarely did, this was all part of the job, make their entire ego's swell.

"I'd say we are the lucky ones to get an audience with you Ms T'Stark."

Ok, this was weird mercs wouldn't give her a compliment, the perverted way in which he said it was typical but something was amiss. Either Fist was setting her up for a fall or these guys were setting him up. She eyed the other human; he appeared too awestruck to be any problem. The turian however had a glint in his eye, that one had something about him. She moved onto him to test his reserve. "It's unusual for a turian to come alone especially with humans, and to see me."

He didn't falter, "You aren't what you seem. Many species find you as individually attractive."

That wasn't news to her, it was common knowledge she had asari genetics but retained human features. So for any alien with a human fetish she was a dream come true, but she still wasn't convinced. Still she kept up the bullshit act she was paid to do. "I'm honoured, especially by such a prime specimen as you. You must excuse me normally I do not have such luck with clients."

"Is it good for business to bad mouth the clientele?" he teased.

"It is if you get favourites." She smiled as she gently massaged his broad shoulders with her fingertips. Something about Turians enticed her, the males were very masculine but she didn't do relationships, especially with her line of work. It was more than enough to put you off for life.

"I suppose I better get to work then…" She was conscious they would complain if she kept them waiting.

"Wait, there is no need for you to do anything," the taller human interrupted. I knew something was wrong. She stopped, crossed her arms and walked over to the door. She punched in a few numbers making sure it was locked. None of the men moved, just carried on watching her. They were too calm. Damn she wished she hadn't had that medical procedure to block her biotics.

"Look I'm not stupid, what the hell do you want? You aren't my normal sort of clientele, if you were a bit sleazier this whole act would have been more convincing. This is the wards after all."

The turian almost laughed at her, "who's a clever girl then?" as he reached into his pocket.

She flinched, crap how had they brought in weapons? She stood routed trying to come up with a plan. However she was almost disappointed when he pulled out a visor and attached it to the side of his head. She had seen him before scoping the place out; he was from C-Sec, which spelled trouble for her if she didn't get rid of them, quick.

"What the hell do you guys want with me now?" She flopped in a nearby chair, she wasn't calm but she may as well break off the charade. These guys wouldn't hurt her but Fist certainly would when he found out. "Look you best be quick I can't help you, not if I want to keep my legs intact. Fist already told your C-Sec buddies that last time."

This time the taller of the humans answered her, "We're not with C-Sec, Garrus was however recently he quit by joining my team."

"And what is your team?" interrupted Kayla. She didn't need this shit, not now if Fist found out there would be hell. She was more than happy if they just left and didn't tell her anything.

Shepard felt the tension coming off the dancer and decided to be brief. "I'm Commander Shepard, I'm with the Alliance. This is Garrus Vakarian who you have already met and Lt. Kaiden Alenko."

"Skip the pleasantries what the hell does the Alliance want with me? They can't be that desperate they didn't hesitate on chucking me out on my ass over two years ago. I've got them to thank for my current predicament, I don't owe them anything."

"Hang on; you used to be in the Alliance? Did Anderson tell you that commander?" Shepard could have happily shoved a sock into the lieutenant's mouth just to keep him from saying that. Anderson had been clear not to name drop him until she had agreed to join them on the Normandy.

"Wait Anderson told you to come to me? Look I'm not interested in what he wants you to say, especially if the son of a bitch couldn't be bothered to come and ask me himself. I always knew he was a coward, so much for looking after me." She turned away from the unexpected trio so they couldn't see the tears threatening to spill. She didn't need reminding of all this stuff, she was stressed enough about what was going to happen when they left.

"Look I'm sorry I don't think my associate meant to upset you, none of us really know the reasons why you're here or why the Alliance turned their back on you. All I know is that we need your help."

Compassion coming from a turian, this meeting is getting weirder and more uncomfortable. She decided to be a bit more understanding and not so harsh, regardless even if she wanted to help them she couldn't. "Look I'm sure you all paid a great deal of money coming here thinking I could help you, but whatever it is I can't. Even if I wanted to Fist would make sure I regretted it and nothing you could give me would make me do that."

"But Ms T'Stark you haven't even heard what we want…" began Shepard.

"I'm sorry commander I don't need to know the details, please just leave." She motioned to the door but refused to look him in the eye.

Shepard was unsure what to do next; he had never believed that she would have completely refused to listen. Garrus broke the silence, "What does that miserable bastard do to you?"

Kayla glanced up at the turian, his mandibles were twitching he looked a little angry. When she didn't answer he asked her again. "Look I'm from C-Sec I know exactly what that little twerp is like and if I could I would have locked his sorry ass up a long time ago. Unfortunately my superiors do not see my way, what has you so scared that you won't defy that fuck-wit? Surely with your talents you can do something good somewhere and not put up with his shit."

She'd never told many people before but it spilt from her mouth in a wave, her words were hollow. "He convinced me to put a neural block on my biotics, any attempt and they either cut out or give me a head-ache. He has me heavily guarded by a krogan named Jalak, who watches me whatever I am doing, if I step out of line he reminds me of my place. It doesn't matter how much training I have a human female cannot take out a full-grown krogan battle master without some sort of aid. I used to help people like you until Fist made it clear I do what he wants. I earn money, otherwise I get beaten, I don't leave, otherwise I get beaten, and I certainly don't help you, otherwise I get beaten. I'm so sorry I cannot help you but as you see I have enough crap to deal with."

Garrus regretted asking her at all, "I see…I apologise." He remained silent. Shepard however took this as an opportunity, "What if I can guarantee to get you out of here?"

"As much as that sounds amazing I have nowhere to go." She sneered sarcastically, "No doubt Jalak would just hunt me down again."

"You can come with us; I need your help to track down Saren…"

Kayla interrupted as quickly as he'd voiced the facts, "Look I don't want the details; I want to stay as far away from that traitorous bastard as possible. But if you can guarantee to get me out of here, on your ship and don't dump me in the immediate future I'll consider listening to what you have to say."

"That's a quick change of heart considering you don't even know all the details yet."

"Well you wouldn't have paid as much as you did to see me would you? So you must be keen. Listen we better wrap things up, Jalak will be outside the door and I don't want punishment for holding up the paying customers." All the power and confidence seemed to seep away as soon as reality came crashing back down. Garrus couldn't believe he was even looking at the same person, she seemed so small and fragile in comparison.

"Thank you for your time Miss T'Stark, I'll be in touch."

"No thank you Commander, please don't take too much time."

It ended rather abruptly, the men left and she remained in her chair silent and shaking. She wasn't sure if it was excitement or nerves, finally Anderson had come to rescue her it had taken long enough but she wasn't going to start complaining. As soon as he had voiced the offer of escape she needed them to leave, it would give Fist less time to work out what was going on or even hear about it.

Jalak swooned in, "Boss says straight back to your quarters…"

"Don't worry I know the drill I'm coming, don't get your quad in a twist."


The next day Ashley walked in on their newest squad member, mulling over his breakfast, "Hey Vakarian, what's up? You look like you've just been asked to go on a date with a krogan!"

Garrus shifted his gaze to the face of the Gunnery Chief. He had decided when he first met the woman that he despised her. Typical military background with all the anti-alien shit, if she didn't like other species she should have just stayed on Earth. Before he could come up with a witty remark Shepherd entered the mess hall.

"Williams be ready to depart in 10."

"Aye, aye Sir!" She saluted in that sickeningly kiss-ass way. She would have never done it that enthusiastically if she hadn't fancied him so much. Garrus sniggered at his own thoughts.

"Are you not settling in Garrus?"

"Now why would you assume that commander?"

"You don't seem too happy that's all, what's the problem if you don't mind me asking?"

Garrus unfolded his long arms, "Isn't it a bit unusual for a Commander to enquire after such petty things about his crew?"

"I suppose but I make a habit of getting to know my crew and making sure their ok so get used to it." Shepard took a seat opposite the large turian.

"Of course, well if you really wish to know I was thinking about Kayla."

Shepard grinned, "thinking of going for another dance before we leave? I think if you went back she'd kick your ass. She was not happy with us disrupting her was she?"

"Actually I think the opposite. That whole act we saw was a sham, a façade she puts on to protect herself. If anything she was screaming at us to rescue her from that hell hole. She didn't want to know what we wanted because she didn't realise we were willing to take her away. Plus she was worried Fist was listening in."

"I got that feeling too it wasn't until I offered to take her away that she agreed. What's surprising is that she didn't even listen to what we wanted from her."

"She knew Fist was listening; there was no way he wasn't. I guess she believes that anything is better than where she is now. We've got to get her out of there fast though before he finds out and hurts her again."

"You're really worried about her huh?"

"It's not a case of worrying about her, I hate injustice you know that and those eyes of hers, they haunted me last night." Garrus dropped his fork, suddenly no longer hungry.

"Right well I'm glad I'm not the only one that thinks this is important, but I've got to speak with Anderson first. Also Kaiden has a lead on a krogan called Wrex who may know a link to Saren, I'm going to C-Sec now before he leaves."

Garrus' eyes flashed with recognition, "I know that Krogan he wants to kill Fist…" Shepard glanced at him realising the possibility "are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yeah let's move." Agreed Garrus.