After a long chat with Shepard, Aria knew this was going to be a challenge. She sat on her sofa once again with a glass of Brandy. An alliance with both the doctor and Archangel. It solves both of her problems, but how long will this little game last? Any man of the law would strive to take this place down, and yet he saunters around, admiring the view. Does he really think Aria is that dense? That. Cocky. Little. Bastard!
Aria threw her glass down, making almost every guard jump. After seconds of terrified silence, a Batarian guard with squinty eyes began to clean up the mess. She watched silently as the man tried his best to collect the pieces of glass with shaky hands. Aria knew that she should relax. Her anger was spiraling out of control, and it certainly showed. She didn't get him, not one bit. Why is he so interested in her? Minutes ago she would have said Shepard was looking for a weakness, but now? There's something about him, he's different. He had enough firepower to take out the guards with little effort, but he didn't even bother to arm himself. Not to mention his innocent little act he had going on. Politeness never got anyone anywhere. Shepard actually smiled at her! As if they were good friends. Innocence always pissed Aria off, nobody is completely oblivious. But that's not even the worst part.
The questions. The fucking questions. About who she used to be. He had no write to ask, not that she'd ever tell him. The line between professional and personal seems to have disappeared with Shepard. And yet, she almost longed to tell someone about her past. Every man and woman in the galaxy sees Aria as formidable and wretched. And she liked it that way. No one to rely on and no one relying on her. But Shepard, he might be the only person who ever really tried to understand. As irritating as it was, it touched Aria, although she'd never admit it.
But she's not an idiot. Shepard has to be planning something, just waiting for the perfect moment. And Aria won't let it happen. Pushing all emotions aside, she signaled for a guard. She whispered the command and sent him on his way. She can't let this idiot get to her.
Normally, Aria would only leave her private lounge in emergencies, but this is something she has to do. She made her way to the loading zone where a private cab awaited her arrival. Aria slid into the back seat, motioning for the guard up front to drive. By now, Shepard should have already infiltrated Archangel's little home. The Mercs have to be pissed by now. They may be able to fight, but Hanar probably have more intelligence than they do.
Aria stepped out of the cab, her guards on her heels. Most of the Mercs were already running for the bridge, ready to take down the Turian. Fools. If they'd stop trying to best eachother and focused on Archangel they might not have lost so many men. Aria doubted they would send their best men forward right now, which means the captains are still here. She made her way to each room, the people within gasping at her appearance.
The next room was small, holding a lot of Vorcha. A Krogan sat in the front, bragging about war scars to his companion. What imbeciles. He finally noticed Aria and with an impatient grunt, he turned to her.
"What the hell do you-Oh, Aria I..."
She smiled, her eyes piercing the Blood Pack leader. "Having trouble with Archangel?"
He nodded.
Aria's smile faded and her guards positioned their weapons. "Let's go."
"But..."
"Now."
He stumbled to catch up to her. The Vorcha just stared, obviously to stupid to know what happened.
The Salarian understood immediately who she was. He followed Aria without question. When she walked into the room holding the Blue Suns, he was the first one to understand.
"You're rounding up the leaders?"
Aria glanced back at him while making her way to a very busy Tarak. "If I wanted to kill you, I would do it."
"O-of course."
Tarak finally noticed his guests. His eyes widened as Aria came to view.
"Shit."
"I think you know what to do Tarak." she said, indicating to Jaroth and Garm, the other leaders.
He stood, waving off his men. Aria walked into a nearby, empty room. The four of them stood awkwardly together. Apparently the Mercenary groups haven't got over their pathetic little grudge.
"Alright you three, I'm feeling quite generous today and thought I'd help with a certain pest. Obviously you idiots aren't getting anywhere."
Jaroth was the first to speak. "I am sure we'd all be grateful for the help but forgive me as I must ask, why would you help us?"
"Do you really think she needs a reason?" Tarak turned to Aria. "I'd do anything to take that bastard down." he said, Garm nodding behind him.
"Good. Lucky for you, I only ask that you kill him and be done." she sat down on a crate against the wall. "Did any of you even think to look for another way in?"
"I assure you, we've checked every exit." Tarak replied. "He's got every single one blocked off."
Aria took a deep breath. "And how is this a problem?"
Silence.
"You're Mercs you idiots!" She yelled, backhanding Tarak who fell to his knees. Garm flinched and Jaroth took a large step back, muttering the words "Oh Dear" over and over again. Aria turned on her heels, heading back to the cab.
"I expect him to be dead by tomorrow." She said over her shoulder. She paused. "Oh, and if he isn't dead, I know a certain three Mercs who will be."
She left them shaking in fear with a smile on her face. If she couldn't get Shepard out of her head, then maybe if she got him out of her life...
She won't let him take control.