Yeah, so I've been having other ME fanfics popping into my head that sound cooler, but I will try to keep working on this one while writing that one out. Will let you know when I have that one posted! Again, sorry they're short!
Shepard had to admit that she was feeling like some sort of really cool spy as she changed the friend/foe recognition program on the atlas, along with picking up some nice loot to compensate for her now limited budget, and even found a data pad with plans on taking out Aria- not the best idea if these mercs are to be held in check- and after listening to Cathka explain the plan of action, she didn't feel the least bit remorse on stabbing him in the back. He wasn't dead, but it'd slow him down on repairing that gunnery airship. Long enough to get Archangel and the hell outta Dodge. Jumping over crates stacked up as a barrier, she looked over to Zaeed and Jacob.
"C'mon, we gotta get to Archangel." she ordered, taking pot shots at the mercs in front of them, Jacob and Zaeed joining in the fray. All she hoped was that Archangel could figure out she was on his side, as she had enough bullets to dodge at the moment. When she felt a concussive round hit her shoulder, she looked up at Archangels position and frowned, but the helmeted Turian had already went back to picking off the mercs.
A Turian sniper? Could it... be? Shepard thought to herself as she picked up her pace, her team following her. They quickly cleared out the building, picking up extra ammunition and medi-gels before entering the room Archangel was in. Taking a breath to calm herself, she entered the room as the Turian was taking off his helmet. Her remaining breath wooshed out in relief, and happiness.
"Shepard. I thought you were dead."
Garrus!