Author's Note:
So I lied… :)
Epilogue
Sean slowly walked through the streets of Earth once again. It almost felt serene staring up at the buildings stretching towards the sky. He took another deep breath, he could almost feel his mind and body repairing themselves. He smiled as he continued to walk down the busy streets.
"Sir?" an Alliance soldier said stopping Sean mid stride.
"What seems to be the problem?" Sean said confused.
The soldier scanned Sean and waited as his Omni tool processed the information. It gave a quiet beep and he said, "I'm going to need you to follow me." waiving him into a building.
Sean casually entered the building. "Is this for customs or someth-" The butt of a rifle quickly met his face immediately stopped him mid scentence, sending him into deep unconsciousness.
The smell of something foul brought Sean back into reality. His arms and legs were shackled to a chair, restricting his movements and making escape near impossible. Blood trickled down from the now open wound on the side of his head throbbed where the man had hit him with the rifle. Sean opened his eyes to see an amazing view of what looked like a large, blue, forming star. Scanning what he could see of the room, he discovered there wan only one person in the room with him, cloaked in the shadows of the dimly light room.
"What is that disgusting smell?" Sean said, wrinkling his face as he caught another whiff.
"That would be a cigarette Mr. Dean." A gravely voice said from behind him, "Or is it Mason now? I can't seem to keep up with you constantly changing your identity and appearance."
"Looks like you have." Sean said heatedly, trying to twist his head to get a view of the man talking to him, "What do you want with me?"
With a quiet beep, the chair turned, and Sean got a good look at his captor, The Illusive Man.
"I'm merely taking back what's mine." He said, a small smile forming.
Author's Note: Cut to black and roll credits!
Until next time!
Sean Mason will return in ME3! (after I play through it like 600 times!)