Just a short chapter to get back into the flow of this story - I'm sorry I've been so absent! I promise to be better about it now that the writing mood is back!
Shepard had finally decided enough was enough and ventured out into the camp headed for Hackett's office. She needed to start doing something or she was going to go insane. She knew Garrus wouldn't necessarily be 100% on board with her plan, so she kept him out of the loop. But she had told Fallon where he could find her if he wanted to join her for lunch.
Venturing out of the complex, Shepard tried to avoid the heated glares of a group of young turians that were milling around near the supply crates. They were with that female that Shepard suspected Garrus had been sleeping with while she was presumed dead. She tried, she really did, to not let it bother her. She had discussed it with her therapist on numerous occasions... But she couldn't shake the feeling that her and the woman were going to have it out one way or another before long.
Well, she would just have to make sure she ended the female before she was allowed to remove Garrus from her. She doubted Garrus would go for the woman in the off chance that she had succeeded and Shepard died, but she was still determined to make sure that Garrus didn't have to go through that loss again.
Lost in her own thoughts, Shepard barely had time to react to the footsteps behind her. She went to duck and roll and was preparing a biotic assault when she felt a prick at her neck. Before she had fully about faced her world went dark and sound faded from register.
Venaea chuckled as she watched the Commander go down. They had timed this all so perfectly that there was no one in the yard when they finally made their assault. She had a merc transport ready and waiting to take the bitch off of the planet and a story to go along with it.
The great Commander Shepard had abandoned her mate after another nervous breakdown and was off to join some merc squad.
She knew it was feeble at best, but with how Shepard had been going to therapy lately... Well, she assumed that it would pass for the best possible outcome. Eventually Shepard's body would be found mutilated on some backwater planet and she could step in to comfort Garrus... Maybe even start to take care of that little colony-less brat that called Shepard "mom". That was until she convinced Garrus to start a family of their own. Then the brat can scram.
She had her troop place Shepard in a crate and signaled for them to get a move on towards the space port.
Fallon had gone to Hackett's office to meet his mom for lunch, but when he got there she wasn't waiting for him. He waited for Hackett to get out of whatever meeting he was with and asked the grizzled man about his mom.
She had never been here. This wasn't like her.
Fallon didn't even wait for an explanation as he raced across the base to Garrus' office. Maybe he was with his mom!
Without so much as a curtesy nod to the secretary he burst through Garrus' door. Garrus seemed surprised and didn't even get a chance to get annoyed with the kid for interrupting his call to the Primarch when Fallon had started with a million and one jumbled questions regarding his mom. Within seconds Garrus had rudely hung up on the Primarch, grabbed Fallon and was rushing out the door while ordering his secretary to get the Alliance Military Police to the courtyard as soon as possible.
Fallon clung to Garrus as the older man took charge, he was glad Garrus was here otherwise he wouldn't have known where to start looking for his mom.
Garrus was beside himself. Shepard, Eva, was missing. It didn't take him long to pin point who would have access to her, who knew she was at this base, and who would have the desire to remove her from the picture.
As Garrus stormed his way into the courtyard the MPs were already waiting for him. Even Hackett had been notified and was waiting for him.
Garrus' suspicions were confirmed when all of Venaea's squad was there minus the troublemakers and Venaea herself. He growled harshly when he looked towards the MPs and began barking out orders to canvas the area, to check every warehouse, check the spaceport and to find Venaea and her team and bring them back to him.
In all of his anger, Garrus still held onto Fallon. He comforted the kid when he could and refused to let anyone else take charge of him while Garrus mounted the rescue. He only hoped Eva hadn't lost much of her combat ability due to her therapy sessions, he knew she had been keeping up with her drills... He prayed to the spirits that she would escape before Venaea's plan, whatever it was, was brought to fruition.
Shepard was groggy, horridly so. She counted herself lucky on many occasions that her Cerberus upgrades allowed her to metabolize toxins much faster than a normal human – something that her captors had apparently not known.
She looked around and only saw muffled light, she was in a crate of some sort. Stupid fucking bitch! Shepard thought viciously. The woman was going to try and ship her off somewhere!
Like hell.
Shepard, with little regard to who was around her, let out a biotic push strong enough to shatter the plastic crate around her and push any surrounding crates out of her way. She stood shakily in the back of the truck she had apparently been in and stared at a very startled turian.
He was with her. Shepard wasted no time stalking up to the man and decking him in the face as hard as she could muster. He sputtered and cursed and then raised the alarm for the rest of the "crew". Only three plus Venaea, Shepard could handle this.
News reached Garrus that there had been a crazed biotic let loose on one of the supply roads going to the spaceport and he directed all of their efforts towards that road. It was her, it had to be. He wasn't even concerned if Shepard killed Venaea, he would do it himself if she didn't get to it!
Jumping into a shuttle, Fallon and Garrus sped off in the direction of the disturbance. Garrus hoped that they could get there in time in case Venaea had gotten more friends.