A/N:
Some new notes for y'all. I never thought I'd get much interest in this, quite happy to see people are reading and enjoying. Sorry for so much random shit in between and the bouncing back and forth between timelines, but soon it will level out, and soon being Chapter 4! I will likely get Chapter 4 out today as well, seeing as this chapter is a bit shorter and reveling in Garrus's mind for a bit. Hope you enjoy! Please send in some reviews, I love reading about how you think the story is coming along! Feel free to PM me etc if you have questions, I will reply to them as soon as possible.
Love ya guys!

Of course a thanks to my proof reader, Wrex, and my friend Garrus. You two mean the world to me!

-Feary

Vakarian was back on that crummy crater of a place called Omega, but not as the crime fighting vigilante known as 'Archangel'. No, this time just as a frequent customer at Afterlifes bar. As one of the tributes for Commander Shepard helping Aria T'loak recapture this cesspool from Cerberus, all his drinks were on the house. One could really lose themselves here, especially him.

It's been years since the Reapers were destroyed and the Mass Relays and Citadel rebuilt. Even though he was back doing what he does best; he couldn't help but picture her in his mind along with the words that were exchanged between each other on the day of Judgement.

With every drink brought regret. 'I should have been there.. I shouldn't have escaped on the Normandy.. I should have went with her.' He sighed, a clawed hand rubbing over his forehead ridges as the thoughts raced through his buzzing mind. 'I hope this bar will suffice until we meet at that bar, Shepard.'

He was pulled from his illusions as a constant *beep* emerged from his Omni-tool, notifying him of reports of crime in the area. Quickly he tossed back his drink, setting the glass to the counter and tapped out his payment on the Omni-tool to at least offer a tip to the bartender before pulling his helmet over his head and slowly strolling out of Afterlife. His car waited patiently in the lot, and with a simple press of a button the car unfolded, and he slid within.

Another beep alerted him on the Omni-tool, and a small chuckle rumbled his throat as he scanned over the sender address. 'From Liara T'Soni', what could the Shadow Broker possibly have to tell him. Clawed fingers swiped over the hologram, pulling the message up, and opening it. A picture loomed before him, one they had taken at Shepard's apartment. All the crew gathered around the pair as she rested her head against his shoulder, practically clinging to him. The sparkle in her eyes, the smile on her lips. His heart clenched, god damn he missed her.

'I came across this and thought to send it out to everyone. I hope you're doing okay, Mr. Vakarian.' -end of transmission-

Garrus looked at the picture for a good long moment, more regret filling him with each second before he saved the image. He sat there, bottling up all of what he felt in his heart as the car burst to life at his fingertips, and as the auto-pilot engaged, the car whisked him off to his set destination.

The car parked on top of one of the many tall buildings, not far from the most recent crime. The Blood pack had dispersed ever since the genophage ended, and that left a mass of very confused, and blood thirsty Vorcha. The faint click of his weapon could be heard as it was removed from the rack inside the car, as as the doors popped open, it extended into a large weapon of destruction, as it was built to be. The scope glinted lazily in the haze of Omega as he set himself up behind some crates, and just as he had suspected, it was the Vorcha of the Blood pack.

With slight modifications to his scope, he exhaled slowly, finger gently squeezing the trigger. *BANG* A Vorcha fell into a crumpled heap. *BANG BANG* Another two. One by one the Vorcha fell, one shot, one kill. 'One more, and he's gotta be the cowardly one.' He thought to himself as he focused in on the boxes the Vorcha cowered behind, believing he was safe from the deadly sniper above him.

Silently, Garrus switched his rounds to armor piercing, and slowly began to pull the trigger, but never released the round. A flash back suddenly claimed his mind, Shepard, standing just before Sidonis. Her words flowed up to him, and he struggled to blink away the tears that rose up from his eyes. As he slowly came back to, the Vorcha had long gone, escaping while Garrus sat there in his memories. His lip curled slightly, his hands wiping at his face before he folded up his rifle and headed back for his car, directly into an ambush.

A string of curses left his lips as he dove for cover, quickly whipping the rifle out once more and sending more bullets at the approaching Blood Pack members. That one Vorcha must have summoned his crew, and now it was him against an army.

"Now how the hell did I end up in this situation again. Only Omega can put me in this bad a mood." He growled, hoisting the scope to his eye and taking quick and precise shots before ducking back into cover to allow his shields to recharge. During one of these recharge periods his coms beeped with an incoming call. "God damn it!" He snapped, popping the heat sink as he answered.

"Vakarian here, if its not important I may need to call you back. Kinda busy right now..." He spoke loudly over the incoming fire before returning a few shots of his own.

"This is Primarch Victus. I have news for you to head back to the Citadel, as soon as possible Vakarian. The council apparently has a new job for you, bigger then your small time crime busts on Omega." The call was filled with static, but Garrus heard the Primarch loud and clear.

"Understood, will be there as soon as possible, now if you will kindly excuse me." He ended the call abruptly as he returned fire, killing several Vorcha that had stupidly ran up the center of the walk way below. If they kept this up, he'd be done sooner then he thought, but he was confused, and very curious as to what the Council had to offer, and decided it was best to leave the Vorcha for another time.

His shields quickly rebooted, and he made a run for it, sliding into the already open car, and lifting away just as a grenade rolled under its undercarriage. Thankfully Vorcha were seriously stupid, and the pin had not been pulled completely before tossed. 'Idiots.' He thought to himself as the car sped off. First thing was first, he needed to get to the Citadel.

"Well, hopefully Purgatory changed their bartender. The last one was an asshole."