Fuck everything.
The mission had been a nightmare from the beginning and she had a feeling in her gut that something wasn't right and it was about to go worse.
She reloaded her gun, taking advantage of the tiny pause that Simon had called, to breathe for a bit and analyze her surroundings more carefully.
She noted their number was dwindling. Compartmentalize, compartmentalize. She said to herself. Ignore it, pain is for later.
Next to her, Simon was silent, but there was a palpable agitated feeling about him. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to divide the Task Force. Not only Makarov's men knew they were coming and were obviously ready for them, but the man himself was nowhere to be found.
They had found his safehouse and gotten all the information they could from it but the price had been too high and Roach and Ghost barely made it out alive.
She had the DMS with her and Shepherd on their ear asking for it all the goddamn time. Something about it bothered her though she couldn't put her finger on it. Simon's increasingly more pronounced frown every time the General asked for it, told her she wasn't the only one.
It was important, she got it, and it was possibly the only lead they had at the moment on Makarov's whereabouts. But what The Task Force 141 was told to do, they delivered it every damn time, so the need for the General to suddenly start asking about it every 10 seconds like a kid asking for a toy made her wary.
He, more than anyone, should know better.
Simon made the sign for them to continue and she willed herself to focus.
A few minutes later and she wished she had been wrong in her suspicions.
A/N: This game gets so confusing for Mass Effect fans, like me. You have a Shepherd that is actually Admiral Hackett but like, evil version, and then Anderson as Foley calling you Ramirez and shouting at you to do EVERYTHING. It's a bit disconcerting at first!
