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Casey had never spoken to a hooker before. She'd seen them, there had been hundreds on Omega, but she'd never actually had a conversation with one. Yet here she was now, making small talk with an Asari who had apparently been 'on the game' longer than Casey had been alive.

"You look nervous," the Asari said, straightening her own skimpy outfit. It seemed to be a few sizes too small, and her breasts were barely contained. Then Casey realised that was probably how it was supposed to be, and kicked herself for being so innocent.

"I'm fine," Casey lied, watching Grunt and the other body guards leave the room. She had a few minutes before the spiked wine arrived, and didn't really know what to do with herself. "Have you been here before?" Casey asked the Asari.

"A couple of times. You're lucky, it's a great gig, if you do a good job the first time Hock invites you back. He usually pays more too. I'll be earning twice what you do today sweetheart." She grinned, finally happy with how her sparkly bikini looked.

"But what I'm earning, is nothing compared to her," the Asari added, pointing to the other side of the room. Casey followed her gaze and saw the Quarian.

"Men pay big money to sleep with a Quarian, and Hock's gotta make sure she's stocked up on meds. No one wants a girl dying in the middle of the act. She's paid five times more than we could ever hope to be." The Asari grinned again. "Don't let what you hear about Quarian women being all sweet and innocent fool you, she's cutthroat, and out to make as much money as possible before her pissy immune system stops her from working."

Casey wasn't sure what to say, but at that moment the wine arrived, and now she had to think. In order to get into the study, she had to get the girls to drink the wine. But how could she do it? She'd need to encourage them without looking suspicious, and without being forced to drink any herself. She wished she'd asked Kasumi for ideas...

Thud.

Casey turned around. One after the other, the girls dropped their glasses and fell to the floor, fast asleep. "Oh," Casey mumbled. Well, that was easier than she thought.

Casey began to search the room for any sign of a secret entrance. Her Omni-tool pinged, and she pressed the 'answer' button. "How's it going?" Kasumi's voice drifted up to her.

"Fine, girls are knocked out."

"Good girl," Kasumi replied. "We're just landing now, should be underground in a few minutes. I'm hoping Hock won't know we're there until the last minute, but if he should find out, grab the greybox and radio Cortez, he'll pick you up."

"Ok," Casey replied, and Kasumi hung up.

Casey heard the door open, and spun around nervously, but it was only Grunt.

"Body guards are knocked out," he said, striding into the room.

"They drunk the wine?"

"Sure," Grunt replied absentmindedly. Casey looked at him properly for the first time, and noticed the front of his red armour was glistening, he was covered in blood!

Casey narrowed her gaze. "So they all drank the wine? No problems at all?"

"That's right."

"...Because that was the plan. No shooting necessary, remember?"

"...What are you getting at Casey?"

Casey sighed, "Grunt, you're covered in blood."

Grunt looked shifty. "Oh...uh...well, the Turian didn't want to drink the wine, so I thought I'd just give him a friendly push."

"Uh huh."

"But then the Drell, well you know how they are, he got all suspicious...so I...you know..."

"Shot him?"

"Only once! Then I made him drink the wine. Long story short they're all unconscious. So, let's find this room!"

Casey shook her head, and continued her search of the bedroom. She wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for, a secret switch? A hidden door? A giant sign that said 'super secret study over here'?

"Nice!" Grunt cried from the other side of the room.

"You found it?" Casey asked expectantly, rushing over. But Grunt was flicking through the channels of a giant TV.

"This guy's got like every station!Llook, I can watch Varren racing live from Tuchanka!"

Casey gave him a gentle slap on the shoulder, "Grunt! Focus!"

She went back to the portion of the room she was exploring before, and found herself standing in front of a large painting of Donovan Hock. Laying on the bed behind him were a myriad of women, but he wasn't looking at them, he was staring straight out at Casey. Creep. She thought, but just as she was about to move away she noticed something in the picture, a small bump where his crotch had been painted, not more than a couple of centimetres across. Casey shrugged, what was there to lose? She pressed it, and suddenly the wall itself seemed to slide away, revealing another wall behind, only this one had a door on it. "Secret button in his crotch?" She muttered out loud. This guy was beyond sleazy.

"Grunt! I've found it!" Casey hissed, stepping over one of the Hanar prostitute's tentacles and entering the next room. It was much smaller than the bedroom, containing a desk, a number of book cases, some chairs, and a large safe. "Let's hope Kasumi's code works," Casey muttered, holding her Omni-tool against the metal. She was in luck, within a few seconds the door opened, revealing the contents of the safe. There was money, a lot of it, and a small grey device.

"That must be it," Grunt said, and Casey nodded, reaching out and grabbing the greybox. She was about to call Kasumi, when suddenly an alarm sounded.

"Sounds like they've noticed Shepard, big surprise," Grunt said with a little laugh.

"Let's get out of here," Casey hissed.

The two of them went back into Hock's bedroom. Unfortunately, they weren't the only ones in there. Seven armed men stared back at them, and Casey was very aware that she was in possession of something which was clearly not hers, and that she was also not wearing body armour. Before she realised what was happening, Grunt had grabbed her by the arm and flung her behind one of the large chairs. Gunfire rang out, as Grunt and the men fired at each other. Casey tried to put her hands over her ears, swearing out loud because she had no damn pockets to put the greybox in.

She looked up as one of the guards got past Grunt to where she was, but he fell down dead before he had time to fire on her. "Thanks!" She shouted to Grunt, but he was too busy shouting at the guards. It was his usual "I am Krogan!" and "How do you like that?!" Krogan liked to narrate their battles, but as long as she was safe, Casey didn't care.

However it didn't look like she'd be safe for long, she could hear more guards enter the room. She chanced a glance above the sofa, and watched as they began to surround Grunt. He couldn't see the ones now behind him. Without thinking, Casey grabbed the gun of the dead man next to her, and opened fire on the new guards. Grunt spun around and laughed, still firing on some of the others, "Nice work Casey!"

"Over there!" Another guard cried.

"The whore's got the greybox!"

Someone was behind her, and they put their arms around her neck. Grunt was preoccupied now: he was fighting off three others, one of whom had jumped onto his back. Casey stepped to the left and rammed her elbow into the stomach of the one who had grabbed her as hard as she could. He may have been wearing armour, but it shocked him, and he let go for a moment. Casey used her new pistol to fire a shot into his leg, and he fell onto the floor. "I am not a whore!" She cried, kicking him in the stomach.

She turned, more guards were coming into the room, and Grunt was clearly out of ammo. "Grunt!" She picked up the assault rifle of the man she'd shot, and threw it to Grunt. He smiled, catching it with one hand and unloading a barrage of bullets into the approaching guards. "Where are they coming from?" She yelled. Another one had got past Grunt, and Casey tried to shoot him, but her pistol was empty. "Grunt!" She shouted.

Without needing further explanation Grunt threw her back the assault rifle, now launching himself into three guards, and smashing their heads together. Casey shot the guard as he reached for her, then threw the gun back to Grunt in time for him to unload on two more.

"Get to the study!" Grunt yelled, "I can handle the rest."

Casey nodded, grabbed the greybox and ran to the study, slamming the door behind her. Her heart was hammering in her chest. She moved to a chair by the wall and sunk into it, hoping to catch her breath. Unfortunately, this was apparently not a normal chair, as within seconds it had tilted forwards, causing Casey to slide through a trapdoor which had opened up in the floor.

She screamed all the way down, but before she had time to consider where she was going, she'd hit the floor. Slowly, Casey got to her feet. It was cold, and it didn't take her long to realise Hock must've had more than one secret entrance to his underground facility. She'd been lucky enough to find the other one. And...apparently her luck was going to hold, as she heard the sound of feet running towards her. She sighed.

Rounding the corner was another army of guards. They slowed when they saw her, clearly unsure what a woman in a red bikini was doing in a secret base, however one of them pointed at the greybox, and shouted "it's the whore!"

Oh great, my reputation precedes me. Casey turned and ran in the opposite direction, thankful that during either the chaos upstairs or the slide down that she'd somehow lost both of her ridiculous high heeled shoes. She managed to keep some distance from the men, but as she turned a corner she felt herself grabbed and pulled into a gap between two huge crates.

Casey tried to scream, but a hand was over her mouth. She looked into the eyes of her attacker. Wait, she knew those eyes. It was Garrus! He removed his hand from her mouth, and raised a finger to his lips. She nodded. The guards had rounded the corner, and Garrus pressed himself against her, blending them into the shadows. Casey's heart hammered. Garrus' armour was relatively thick, but he was still only inches from her skin. She felt his warm breath on her face. The weight of his body had her completely at his mercy. She hoped he couldn't hear her heart racing, and if he did, that he'd think it was from the running.

And then the moment was over, he moved back against the wall of the other crate. "Are you ok?" He asked in a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

"Trapdoor, I kind of, fell in..."

"Is Grunt ok?"

"I think so...there were a lot of guards."

Garrus seemed to smile, but she couldn't be sure in the dark. "Oh I'm sure he's having the time of his life."

"Where are the others?" Casey asked.

"We freed the officials, but we got separated. I was on my way to the landing pad when the guards arrived. We should be able to get past now though."

Garrus moved out of the space, and Casey followed.

"I found the greybox," she said, holding it up.

"Nice work," Garrus replied. "You want me to take it? Can't imagine that outfit's got many pockets." He looked her up and down, a smile playing on his lips. Casey blushed furiously, feeling more naked than ever, and passed him the greybox.

They'd been walking for several minutes when they saw the guards. There were only three of them, but they were blocking the exit. Shepard had radioed, they were ready to go, Grunt included. All Garrus and Casey had to do was get past this last group. "Stay here," Garrus breathed, taking his sniper rifle in hand. He moved behind some more crates and lined up a shot. Casey wasn't sure how he did it, but within seconds all three men were on the ground, and he'd only fired one shot!

She was about to go over, when she noticed a figure heading towards Garrus, who was checking if the coast was clear. It was Hock! He was covered in blood, obviously been presumed dead, but he was very much alive. He approached Garrus, raising his gun. Casey didn't know what to do, if she yelled he might fire! But she couldn't do nothing! She took a breath and ran, as silently as she could, towards Hock. When she reached him she grabbed him around the neck.

BANG!

His gun had fired, but he'd missed Garrus. He dropped his gun as he fought against her, but she held on to him with all her might. Hock clawed at her arms, trying to free himself. Garrus turned around and ran to Casey, who was now really fighting to keep Hock contained. With one last burst of energy she kneed him in the small of his back and he fell to his knees. Garrus lined up the shot.

"Wait!"

It was Shepard! He was running towards them, James and Miranda with him. "He's more useful alive," Shepard said, and Garrus lowered his rifle with a nod. Shepard looked at Casey, "Nice work."

She nodded, unsure what to say.

"Well done," Miranda added, actually looking mildly impressed.

"And nice outfit." James quipped, "You gotta fight with us more often."

"I agree," said Garrus, looking at Casey with an expression she couldn't read.