"So, here is what I'm thinking: Dr. Michel is running the clinic, we go over there, and we ask where the Quarian is, and then we-" Garrus was cut off by Mads grabbed his wrist and pulling him down.

"Damn Romanov, I don't think we have been together long enough to-" Mads hushed Garrus to stop him from continue speaking. Garrus looked at him confused, but picked up on the gestures that Mads was sending him. Shut up and listen.

Garrus complied and stayed put behind the concrete railing that was supposed to keep drunken idiots from falling into the highway below.

"-...Yes, I just got word from my contact that Romanov entered Chora's Den...-" Garrus could hear that it was a Turian speaking, and he wasn't alone.

"No, I won't fuck up. This is the only way in and out, we will stay put here and wait for that human bastard to show his face...-" A moment of silence. "-I understand… Yes, there will be no failures."

Mads slowly pulled out his magnum from his holster. Garrus did the same with his service pistol. He hadn't expected there to be an actual hit on Romanov. This was probably just more evidence that Saren was pulling some nasty strings to cover up loose ends. Mads counted down with his fingers, and Garrus just waited for the signal to attack. When the last finger dropped, they both jumped out of cover.

As Mads fired his hand cannon, Garrus was blinded for a second, and had a very annoying ringing in his ears. He had never heard anything like it. But, there were more pressing matters. Garrus killed a Salarian, while Mads took care of the main Turian. Mads shot the Turian in the knee, caused him to fall on the ground, grunting in pain. The Turian hitman attempted to reach for his weapon, but Mads quickly closed the distance, and kicked the gun right out of the Turian's wrist, dislocating said wrist in the process.

While Garrus finished off the last Salarian, Mads squatted down to be eye-level with the Turian that was leaning against the concrete railing. "Who sent you?" Mads asked with a cold tone in his voice. There was no answer. Mads sighed, and jammed his finger into the wound in the Turian's knee.

The Turian screamed in pain, but no one noticed it, since both the music from Chora's Den was so loud, and the highway below was deafening as well. "I asked you a question. It is simple manners to give an answer." Mads explained.

"Fuck you." The Turian cursed. Mads took his magnum and pressed it against the Turian's forehead.

"Is this really how you want to play it?" Mads asked with disinterest. But, Mads had not anticipated the Turian grabbed his hand and pressing the gun further into his own forehead.

"Do it. You will be doing me a favor!" The Turian and Mads began to struggle over dominance in the situation. In their struggle, the trigger was pulled. The Turian went limp and blood began to pour from the open wound in his forehead.

"Quite a mess you are making already Romanov. Are you sure you are not a bad influence." Garrus asked.

"Shut up." Mads grunted as reloaded the magnum and put it back into his holster. "Let's go to that clinic before another wannabe hitman shows up." Mads suggested.

"Sounds good to me." Garrus quickly replied and jogged after Mads.

The clinic was close by, so the walk wasn't far. But both Garrus and Mads were on edge the whole way over there. If Saren was bold enough to send hitmen in broad daylight, there was no telling what else he could think of during… Except of course to attack a Human colony and lie to council. Things only got worse when they arrived at the clinic.

It was clear that someone had broken in, and whoever had broken in, was still in there. Mads and Garrus took potion on either side of the front entrance. "So, can C-sec give us a blessing for going in?" Mads asked. Garrus have a quick laugh.

"And here I thought you were without humor." He replied.

"I can be funny when the situation calls for it." Mads said.

"Oh yeah? And does the situation call for it now?" Garrus asked smugly.

"Well, should we fuck up our situation more and try to handle this ourselves… Or should we kindly ask C-sec to look into it." Mads asked already knowing the answer. Garrus gave out a quick laugh.

"If we go to C-sec here, they won't show up until all the thugs are gone, and all the evidence is non-existing. I'd say we go while we have the chance." Garrus replied.

"Better to ask for forgiveness than permission I guess." Mads said, and Garrus nodded in agreement. Mads counted down on his hand again, and Garrus got his service pistol ready. They could hear raised voices coming from inside, someone was arguing. Mads could only hear a few lines of what was being said. The countdown reached zero, and Mads and Garrus gave each other a nod.

They busted through the partially destroyed door, and quickly got a feel for what was going on. At least 5 thugs were shaking up the place. The ring leader quickly pulled Dr. Michel into a choke hold, with a gun to her head.

"Garrus, Romanov. A pleasant surprise." The ringleader said. "I would suggest you put down your guns, unless you want to see the walls decorated with Dr. Michel's brain." He smugly suggested. Garrus looked over at Mads, the look in his eye asked for permission. Mads gave him a half nod.

Garrus pulled the trigger, and killed the thug in a shot that would be applauded on a shooting range. It fact, it was so shocking, that the other thugs barely reacted before Mads started his rampage. The thugs were poorly trained and without any real experience. Mads could tell so in an instant. With the last one dead, they could turn their attention to Dr. Michel. Garrus went to walk calming her down, while Mads inspected the bodies of the thugs.

"Dr. Michel. Are you alright." Garrus asked.

"Y-Yes, I'm… fine. Thank you." Dr. Michel replied, but it was clear she was still in a state of shock.

"Serve and protect." Garrus remarked as he holstered his service pistol. "Mind telling us why these thugs were shaking you down?" Garrus asked.

"They work… worked for fist. They were sent here to silence me." She replied. Mads released his hold on the collar of one of the dead thugs, and caused the body to fell to the ground.

"Silence you for what?" Mads asked.

"The Quarian." She swiftly answered.

"Tell us more." Garrus requested.

"A Quarian came in here wounded a few days ago, said she had some very valuable evidence she wanted to get rid off. Another client suggested fist to her, since he was the connection to the shadow broker." Dr. Michel replied.

"Did she mention what kind of evidence?" Mads asked impatiently.

"Something about a Spectre." Michel answered.

"Do you know where she is know?" Garrus asked.

"She had a meeting with Fist. So maybe at the Den?" Michel theorized.

"Thanks Doctor. You have been a huge help. You might want to contact your insurance company, and C-sec." Mads said. She nodded in agreement. She looked around her clinic, and was horrified at how messy it was. Mads and Garrus stepped out in the meantime.

"If we have to hit the Den, we need more people than you and I. Fist does actually have an army of small time criminals." Garrus said.

Mads scratched his chin as he thought about it. Official alliance help was out of the question, so was C-sec assistance. But, there might be another option. "What about that Krogan?" Mads asked.

"What Krogan?" Garrus asked.

"The big angry fucker that was arguing with the bouncer in the Den. He seemed like he wanted an audience with Fist." Mads replied.

Garrus hummed and opened his omni-tool. He entered a few commands and waited a few seconds. "Ah ha. I see. Urdont Wrex is the name. C-sec is currently keeping their eyes on him." Garrus said.

"You have access to that information?" Mads asked.

"Access is a relative term… Depends on how you look at it." Garrus replied.

"You hacked the C-sec database, didn't you?" Mads asked.

"No comment." Garrus swiftly answered.

"You are on thin fucking ice here, Wrex. One more wrong move, and you will be put in cuffs." A human C-sec officer threatened.

"You must be the dumbest officer I have ever met if you believe a night in the joint will stop me from doing what I must." The Krogan known as Wrex replied.

"Whatever." The C-sec officer replied, and stepped away with his armed friends. "Garrus, I thought you were supposed to be on desk duty for the next month." The C-sec officer said.

"Officer Jensen, I thought you were supposed to lick the captain's ass." Garrus fired back.

"Watch yourself Garrus." Jensen threatened, but left right afterwards.

"I take it you are Urdont Wrex?" Mads asked.

"Yes, and you are the human that was drinking in Chora's Den. What do you want?" Wrex was straight to the point.

"I was led to believe you wanted a chat with Fist?" Mads asked. Wrex nodded. "Well, me and my friend want to have a friendly conversation with Fist as well. But, the man has boxed himself in. Now, if three armed and dangerous people were to storm the Den, it might be possible to… Convince Fist that we want to talk." Mads said.

"I see where you are going Human. Fair enough, I will help you. But on one condition." Wrex replied.

"Let's hear it." Mads requested.

"I get to kill fist." Wrex bluntly answered.

"Garrus, is Fist a low life criminal?" Mads asked.

"Yes."

"Does C-sec have a warrant out on his ass?"

"Yes."

"Will anyone miss him?"

"No."

"Then we have a deal. We get to talk with Fist, and you get to slay him." Mads promised. Wrex looked pleased. "Okay, we do this without C-sec or the alliance knowing, okay? We can't risk getting detained by them. Stay focused, and stay quiet." Mads ordered.

Mads put out his cigarette with the tip of his point. They were getting ready to enter the Den once again. Fist must have known something was up when his thugs didn't return. The whole Den had been locked down, and if Mads had to make a qualified guess, Fist had mobilized all the people he could and have laid out defenses. "I really wish I had brought more than my Magnum." Mads muttered as he reloaded it.

"What the hell is that thing anyway?" Garrus asked with curiosity.

"Smith and Wesson model 629, 44. Magnum. 6 inch barrel" Mads replied, but the confused look in Garrus eyes meant that it didn't ring any bell. "Right, look who I'm talking to." Mads remarked. "Look, let's do this before it gets any worse." Mads suggested.

"Won't hear me complain." Garrus replied.

"You ready Wrex?" Mads asked.

"Of course." Wrex simply replied.

Mads took a deep breath, and gave them a final nod. Wrex took point, and kicked the shit out of the door. Even though the thugs on the other side had been expecting them, they hadn't expected such an entrance. But, people had a habit of underestimating them. Wrex was the only one that was truly armed for this conflict, his shotgun worked wonders in close quarters.

Which meant that Mads and Garrus could focus on the smaller targets while Wrex could focus on being a big angry Krogan. It was amazing how fast a bar could turn into a war zone, tables had been relocated to be cover, the walls had been decorated in neat little bullet holes and redness of the blood sure suited counter. Everything seemed to be going well for the three warriors, until the Krogan bouncer showed his ugly face.

"Uhhhh… Wrex?" Mads asked as the Krogan bouncer began to charge towards Mads. Mads popped a few rounds in the Krogan's stomach, but it did nothing to slow the beast down. The Krogan knocked Mads into the wall, and knocked the wind out of his lungs. It began to target Garrus right there after.

"WREX?!" Garrus called out as the Krogan bouncer went after Garrus. Wrex was too busy cleaning up the last human thugs to hear what was going on. Garrus ran as the Krogan bouncer gave chase, that was until Garrus tripped over one of the chairs that had been knocked over. The expression on Garrus' face could only be read as 'fuck me'.

That was until someone yelled behind the Krogan, and went Garrus turned his head to see what was happening, Mads ran at full speed up to the Krogan and jumped on it's back. "Yob tvoyu mat!" Mads yelled as he began to stab the Krogan in the face with his combat knife. The Krogan bouncer tried desperately to get him off, and from the grunts the Krogan was letting out, it was clear that the attack was hurting it. After the 15th stab, the Krogan finally went limb, and fell straight onto the ground. Mads rolled over and got up after a few seconds.

"Spirits… Is that normal human behavior, or just retard strength?" Garrus asked as he too got up. "You… uh… Got some blood on your face." Garrus remarked. Mads ran his finger over is upper lip, and sure enough, he was bleeding from the nose.

"Fucking great. Is my nose broken?" Mads asked. Garrus looked at it, pressed on a few different spots, but Mads gave no reaction.

"Nope, I'd say you are fine." Garrus replied.

"Then let's have a little chat with Fist." Mads suggested. Wrex had finished off the remaining thugs and was waiting patiently at the door for the others to arrive. Garrus went to work at hacking the door opened, which only took him a few seconds.

The rest of the thugs bolted as soon as they saw the trio coming through the door. They could clearly hear Fist cursed them to hell in the next room, calling them cheap and cowards. Fist was trying his hardest to get the final defenses to work, but it was far too late.

"Fist, what a lovely surprise." Mads greeted with a smug smile.

"Listen, we can work something out, I-I got information that can help you!" Fist pleaded.

"I'm all ears." Mads replied.

"There is a Quarian, she said she had evidence on Saren that proved he was behind the attack on Eden Prime. I sent her to an alley just nearby, she thinks she is meeting an agent of the Shadow Broker, but...-"

"But what?"

"It's a setup… Saren's men are going there to meet her… But, if you are fast enough, maybe you can catch them!" Fist was spilling the beans fast.

"Hmm, Garrus, do you think he is lying?" Mads asked. Garrus hummed as he analyzed the situation.

"I think rats like him tend to tell the truth when death is at his door." Garrus replied. Mads nodded in agreement.

"So… You are gonna let me go?" Fist asked hopefully.

"Oh, that's for good ol' Wrex here to decide." Mads padded Wrex on the back. Fist looked up at Wrex, and found only a cold stare.

"Come on Wrex, we can work something out!" Fist begged, but it was no good. Wrex pulled out his shotgun and pointed it at Fist.

"The Shadow Broker sends his warmest regards." In that moment, Wrex pulled the trigger, sending Fist flying against the wall. Mads did a quick sweep around the office as Wrex holstered his shotgun, Garrus was impatiently tapping his foot as Mads opened a safe in the floor.

"What the hell are you looking for? If you haven't noticed, we don't have all the time in the world." Garrus pushed. Mads pulled out some disks from the safe.

"Consider it insurance we don't end up in jail." Mads replied as he put them in his punch on the back of his belt. "Let's go safe the Quarian." Mads ordered.

Tali was getting tired of watching over her own shoulder all the time. Ever since she got her hand on this evidence, she had been hunted and hadn't been able to get any rest. She wanted nothing more than to be free of it. She prayed to the ancestors that it would work out, that she could simply get back to the pilgrimage. But as she was standing in the dark alley way, awaiting the Shadow broker to show up, she began to think about how stupid and naive she was being.

This Saren fella was out to get her, getting the evidence off her hands probably wouldn't help anyway. She knew she was most likely neck deep in shit, but she was in too deep now. Better to offload the evidence and go on. As she was dwelling into these thoughts, a few different people came in to view. A Turian, and a few Salarians, certainly not the Shadow Broker.

"Who are you? Where is Fist? Where is the Shadow Broker?" Tali asked, trying her best to sound as tough as possible.

"They will be here soon. Do you have the evidence?" The Turian asked as he began to run his hand up Tali's arm. Tali quickly pushed it off, making the Turian give off an offended look.

"No way, the deal is off." Tali said, surprising the Turian. She actually surprised herself with how firm she sounded.

"You shouldn't have done that." The Turian said as he tried to grab her wrist. But, in a quick movement, Tali threw a grenade. She had scouted the alley while she was waiting, and had noticed that the barrels in the corner was actually highly explosive. Lucky for her, the Salarian henchmen had been standing close to it.

She used the time she had brought herself to get in to cover. She fumbled with her belt to get her gun out, when she finally got it out, she let out a few rounds from behind cover. From the grunt of pain she heard, she had hit someone with it. If she could just hold them off, someone would come. At least, that's what she tried to convince herself off. She knew that she would be blamed by C-sec if they showed up.

After firing a few more rounds, the old pistol overheated, and she cursed as she tried her best cool it down quicker, but suddenly felt something poking the side of her helmet. She knew right away the Turian had sneaked up on her, and now held his gun to her head. She took a deep breath.

"You stupid fucking Quarians. You never know when to give up, that's the reason you lost your home world." The Turian mocked. Tali wanted nothing more than to beat him, but she was only a squeeze away from death. Only now did her mind begin to comprehend what that meant for her.

A million things went through her head: What about my father? What about my future? What will happen? Images of her life flashed before her eyes, it would seem like her brain was beginning to come to terms with what would happen. She only awaited the loud bang and the darkness that would follow.

Only one of those things came true. A loud bang, louder than she had expected. Then came a grunt of pain, as well as the sound of someone falling on the ground. Tali opened her eyes and felt that the gun was gone. The Turian was on the ground, trying to stop a bleeding wound in his arm. The was groaning in pain, as some human walked up to him.

"no no no no NO!" The Turian cried as the human pulled the trigger. There was the same loud noise, but this time it came with a flash that almost blinded Tali. The Turian went limp. A wound in his forehead was slowly, but surely forming a pool of blood underneath his head. The human put the gun back in to his holster.

Tali was confused, but she was also scared. She didn't know who to trust. She quickly picked up her own gun and pointed it at the human.

"Whoa, easy there. Let's… Let's just take it nice and slow." The human said, slowly lowering himself to be the same eye-level as Tali. "What's your name?" He asked slowly and calmly.

"I'm-I'm Tali'Zorah nar Rayya." She replied, and she could feel her hands slowly calming down.

"It's nice to meet you Miss Zorah. I'm commander Romanov, I'm with the systems alliance. That-" Mads pointed to Garrus. "-Is Garrus Vakarian, A C-sec officer, and that's Wrex, he's a… uhh..."

"Gun for hire." Wrex said.

"Right, gun for hire." Mads said. "Listen Tali, I know things may seem a bit strange right now. But, we heard that you have evidence linking Saren to the attack on Eden Prime, is this true?" Mads asked. Tali slowly nodded. "Okay, good. Now, I know you have no reason to trust us, but… We do kinda need that evidence to get back at Saren. If you would come with us and show the evidence to the council, it would do wonders." Mads requested. Tali stayed silent.

"Okay, maybe we can make some sort of deal? What do you want?" Mads asked.

"Protection." She swiftly answered.

"Okay, Protection we can handle. We can sort out the details when we get to the embassy. But I must ask that we hurry this along." Mads requested. Tali gave a small nod, and with that, Mads offered his hand. She was hesitant, but took it. Mads pulled her up from the sitting position she had been in.

Where will this take me? She wondered as she began to follow the trio.