Shepard and his squad had easily accessed the party, and, being soldiers, both Haku and the Commander scanned the room.
"All these men and women are criminals." Shepard realized, then heard the door open. "Cover!"
Michael, the slowest to act, was tackled to the ground by Shepard, who took two bullets for him, the men who just walked in through the doors destroying everything with gunfire. For several terrifying moments, screams, the smashing of glass, and gunshots echoed through the previously-cheerful room. Several rounds were used, and, once the final man fell, a teenager with tan skin, raven hair, and serious brown eyes walked into the room, wearing a black suit with a skirt.
"Check every guest, then put a bullet in their head, just to be sure." Isabella said, straightening her tie as she looked over the massacre. "How unfortunate. I might have made good business deals with one or two of these people."
Shepard held a cold hand over Michael's, his eyes sharper than daggers. Slowly, he put a finger to his mouth, then sat up, class cracking under a shoe. Shepard winced. He had been trained to withstand pain, but not for stealth (withstanding pain was his choice after his career with the Alliance, though it would've come in handy during his career.) Shepard took his jacket off, revealing his customized red-and-grey pistol as well as a submachine gun.
Shepard took the SMG, remembering how he never used it during his career.
'Let's see how well I do.' Shepard thought, and stood, quickly swiveling out and firing. Two guards were taken down by gunfire before realizing that they had failed their job of killing everyone in the room, a failure that had cost them their lives.
Isabella quickly jumped behind a guard, grabbing the turian's neck armor to hold him still as he took several bullets. Isabella fell over with the guard, readying her legs.
After Shepard took a moment to reload his weapon, Isabella kicked the guard off of her, making the guard slam into Shepard. Shepard nearly fell when Isabella, now standing, ran at him and tackled him down, pulling a pistol out.
"Shepard!" Haku shouted.
The two slammed into the ground, and Haku landed on top, putting a gun to Shepard's head, then taking another out and pointing it at Michael, who had the misfortune of being to her left.
"Shepard." Isabella said. "I knew you were in Omega, but I didn't know that you were going to be here. I would've had a real party." Isabella's eyes flicked down to Shepard. "Nice tie."
Michael self-consciously ran a hand along his tie. "What's so good about his?"
"He's Shepard, Savior of the Galaxy. Who are you, by the way?"
"Michael. I worked for you for years!"
"Several of the recently-deceased here worked for me. What makes you different?"
Michael was crushed. "You're a real bitch, you know that?"
"Of course." Isabella said, then shot Michael, a single shot to the chest.
"Michael!" Haku screamed, and Isabella turned her gun on the androgynous soldier, shooting her in the stomach. Haku fell over, but, seconds before her eyes closed, looked directly into Isabella's eyes.
"They're not dead." Shepard said. This wasn't denial, however; this was fact, as Michael's chest was still moving, though the wound Isabella would've given him had the gun been normal would've killed him.
"You're smart." Isabella said, putting the gun in front of Shepard's face. "Special. It knocks people out with a pellet. Very technical, but I won't tell you the details, or I'd have to kill you."
"You killed the makers of that gun."
"Of course. I'm the only one who should know the design of my special weapon."
Isabella looked Shepard in the eyes, and said "You look good. The last known picture of you had you looking like an old man. Now you look like the hero you used to be. My sources say that you know more about me than anyone else does. You even know that I was behind everything my father did. How?"
"I thought the unthinkable. I knew no one would even think that a little girl could become the criminal her father wanted to be." Shepard said, then said "You bugged my ship."
"It wasn't your ship back then. It was Aria's, and I was just trying to be one step ahead of the game. You can respect that, can't you?" Isabella asked.
"Of course." Shepard said.
"Really? Even when you're behind me?"
"You are the one several steps ahead. You have the right to kill my squad and anyone else behind you. That's how the galaxy works."
Isabella smiled. "You're smart. Almost as smart as me. How about we work together, at least for a bit? Here's the deal: you work with me, you and your friends survive. If you don't, you'll die first. It won't be painful, though."
"Deal." Shepard said, and Isabella leaned forward, putting her forehead to Shepard's.
"Smart. Just like me." Isabella said, and put her lips to the Commander's.