Author's Note: Ok so I lied, it is now technically tomorrow. I guess that's what I get when I do my work from 10PM-1AM. So here's part 2. Oh and Shepard is here! So let the story begin! Don't got much else to say so… have fun reading.

Chapter 4

Shepard stepped into the platform as a light scanned her body.

"Shepard." A gravely voice greeted her. The Illusive Man sat comfortably in his chair, looking out on a forming star.

"What do you want?" Shepard said angrily.

"You preformed exceptionally on your last mission." The Illusive Man said slowly spinning to face Shepard. "I've been looking at two possible recruits."

"And?" Shepard said egging on the Illusive Man.

"They're both quite skilled and would be a valuable asset to your growing team. You can only pick one. I'm forwarding you their dossiers."

"Wait. Why only one?" Shepard said, confusion quickly forming into her voice.

"We're hiring their service."

"So they're mercs."

"They're damn good at their jobs." The Illusive man said coldly, taking a slow drag from his cigarette.

"So I have no choice."

"You always have a choice, Shepard. I picked them, it's up to you to hire them. The Illusive Man shot back. There was a long pause. The Illusive Man spoke again, breaking the silence, "Good luck out there Shepard." He said terminating their call.

Shepard stepped out of the Briefing Room and back onto the Combat Information Center.

"EDI." Shepard called.

"Yes Commander?" The glowing orb asked as it materialized in front of Shepard.

"Please tell me where these men are." Shepard said loading the dossiers into the database.

"They both appear to be on Omega." EDI quickly stated

"Thank you. That'll be all."

"Of course Commander." EDI said, once again disappearing into the ship.

Shepard walked up to the cockpit and was quickly greeted by Joker, the pilot, "I was thinking of installing lava lamps. Maybe Christmas lights for ambiance? What do you think?"

"I don't think that would be that good of an idea." Shepard said resting her arms on Joker's seat.

"Kill joy." Joker said disheartened. "So what's up?" He quickly asked, scratching his beard.

"I need you to set a course for Omega." Shepard said.

"Omega? Trying to get into more trouble?" Joker teased.

"Looking for a new recruit."

"Recruit?" Joker exclaimed. "We need more of those? Do we even have enough room on the ship?"

"We do have one cabin on the engineering level open, as well as the port observation deck." EDI chimed in.

"Fine." Joker said rolling his eyes. He punched in the coordinates, "ETA eight hours."

"Thanks Joker." Shepard said as she walked onto the elevator.

Sean felt like shit. He was a complete mess. Even one month after Kate had left him, tearing a piece of his heart out, he still hadn't gotten over it. His life had went downhill after that day. He lost the apartment and was forced to move back to Omega. This time, he got a smaller crappier apartment to live in, alone. Sean tried to get back into the wet work business, but because of his sloppy work on his last assignment no one wanted to hire him.

"Damn kid. You've been here every day this past month." The turian bartender rudely observed.

"Go to Hell." Sean mumbled as he began to drown his sorrows with alcohol. He then slammed the empty glass back onto the bar, signaling for another.

"Just go home." The turian grumbled as he poured another.

"Excuse me." A female said stepping up to the counter. She was clad in dark grey armor. A distinct red stripe down her right arm displayed her rank, commander. "I'm looking for someone."

Sean ignored her and continued to look into his glass.

"Look just because I'm a bartender doesn't mean I know everyone on Omega." The turian said gruffly.

"I'm looking for a man that goes under the call sign of 'Ghost'," the female said.

Sean stopped mid drink and glanced over at the woman. Why on earth would someone be looking for him? He was a failure.

"Ghost, I haven't heard that name in a while. That guy was talented, one of the best. No one knows where he is. He just vanished." The turian bartender said cleaning out a glass.

"So you're saying there is no way I can get a hold of him." The female said crossing her arms.

"You could always put up wanted posters." The bartender sarcastically said.

"Lets go." The female said turning and walking away, visibly irritated.

A turian chuckled from behind the female human. Sean couldn't help but turn his head. The turian was clad in blue armor and there was a nasty scar across his face from what looked like a close-ranged explosion. The turian spoke up, "I remember Ghost. Talented kid. He sure knew how to finish a job."

Sean smiled as he spun in his seat to get a better look at his possible new employer. A pair of krogan entering the bar quickly drew his attention away.

"Where's Ghost?" the one in red armor boomed. Both raised their shotguns and aimed them around the bar. The female human and her companions reached for their weapons, but were too slow. The other krogan was already pointing his shotgun at them. They reluctantly put their weapons away, stepping back.

"Where is he?" the red armored krogan demanded again. "Tell us or we begin shooting!" He lifted the shotgun to the turian bartender's head.

People around the bar began to run for the door. Quickly the other krogan turned and shot them. Their bodies fell to the ground as their blood colored the blue tinted walls red.

Only seven people remained in the bar: Sean, the bartender, the two krogans, the female human, and her two companions.

"What about you?" the red armored krogan said turning his gun to point at Sean.

"Ghost?" Sean said, playing along.

"Yes!"

"I can get in touch with him." Sean said a crooked grin spreading across his face.

There was a long pause, then red armored krogan shivered then fell to the ground, two bullet holes in his head. Sean stood up slowly training his pistol on the other.

The other krogan roared as he dashed at Sean. Sean gracefully sidestepped the krogan and pulled out a concealed grenade he had always kept in his sweater, priming it.

"Bring it on dinosaur." He taunted.

The krogan roared again charging at Sean. Timing it perfectly, Sean thrust his fist forward, into the mouth of the krogan. The krogan stopped, caught completely off guard. Sean just smiled as he released the grenade into the krogan's throat. He then delivered a swift kick to the krogan's genitals. It moaned in pain as he fell to the ground stunned by the pain. Sean ran and slid behind a toppled table. Moments later a muffled boom was heard as the grenade detonated, spraying blood and guts everywhere around the bar. He stood up and examined his work. Ghost is back. He thought to himself, smiling. It was a long missed feeling. He couldn't help it. It was like a superhero putting back on the cape.

"Nice job there." The female said casually walking toward him. "Commander Shepard," She said offering Sean her hand.

"Sean Mason, or Ghost." He said accepting her hand. "So why does the great Commander Shepard come all this way to meet me?"

"You peaked my interest." She said smiling. "I was considering recruiting you. Have you heard of the Collectors?"

"Straight to business." Sean remarked, "You have my attention."

"I believe someone with your talents would be essential to my team."

"I accept. Only under one condition: I never set foot on Omega again."

Shepard paused, wondering what he meant by that comment, but quickly accepted the easy offer. "Deal." Shepard said shaking his hand again.

"So when do I start?" Sean asked, falling behind Shepard's stride.