Dark Cadence - 3
She kept pondering the question as she walked.
It's not like there hadn't been other people all around her. You had to shove your way through them. If just a bit more pressure had been applied, forceful pressure that is she would have believed someone was doing just that to her in their rush to get out of the sea of refugees.
As it was there was no ocean surrounding her now. Actually... Shepard glanced around, stopping when she found no other pedestrians in this part of the Citadel. Not a soul, and that uncomfortable, undeniable feeling that someone was watching her had just grown with this realization.
"Kasumi?" She voiced the name of the skilled thief into the warm evening air. "This isn't funny." Her gaze moved slowly around as she waited for the woman's voice to filter through her ear piece. When a minute had passed and there was still nothing she glanced into the shadows, turning in place as she called for her companions. "Garrus? Javik? Tali? Liara?" She didn't bother with EDI and Joker, they were both at the movies today. Waiting another second she asked the empty passage hopefully, "Kaidan?"
Still no response. She could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed, even with her heavy breathing disrupting the quiet.
There was a ghost of air against her back then, something - a hand - sweeping her hair to the side and then the gust was gone.
She turned around quickly, hand up on the hair that had been moved, keeping it in place as she tried to catch sight of what it had been. The corridor in front of her was empty. She tried again, hoping one of them would be there and answer her. Hopefully drunk and laughing at her foolishness. Thinking that someone was actually following her. "Jack? Miranda? Grunt?" In a last ditch effort she tried, "Aria?"
Silence.
She let out a breath she had been holding. Just the air then, it was most likely the vents were just being faulty-
The back of her neck was wet, warm. A tongue collecting the cold drops of her sweat and she froze for a moment.
Then she was turning, throwing an arm behind her to catch the person, but it flew through empty air. That feeling on her neck was no longer present. There was just a voice hanging in the air, "Shepard," it hissed.