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CHAPTER 33 – DEBRIEF AND JOB DESCRIPTION
The debrief session was about what I expected it to be. All of us sitting in a circle, singing kumbaya about it all. Except Wrex, who couldn't fit in the chair, and Torrin and me because we opted to stand against the wall, next to the entrance.
Apparently the whole ground team had been monitoring the entire mission from our helmet cams because I had Wrex come up immediately after I got on board and asked for one of my grenade launchers. I hadn't had much time to talk to the big krogan since I hopped on board yet but I had no issue giving him the launcher as a member of the ground team. It's not like I hadn't planned on giving out some of the weapons I had.
I did warn him that the rounds were only purchasable from my manufacturers and had been locked against fabrication, which was a very useful thing. While most fabricators were able to make ammo blocks and gun parts from omnigel, it was possible to lock proprietary equipment to prevent this being done from unauthorised fabricators. It was the corporate world's way of making sure that we were not able to just steal intellectual property and patented tech off each other.
Either way Wrex was fine with that, and we set up a way for him to order rounds through my company. Then we had a brief chat as we made our way down to the debrief room behind the map console, comparing weapons mods to see what we thought was best. It was only a short walk to the comms room, where the debrief was being held, but even so in that brief talk I could tell that the guy had a lot of experience with weapons. As expected of a multiple centuries' old mercenary.
I had also seen him playing Pokémon on the way to Therum, though I hadn't mentioned it to him yet. I was kinda interested to see how he would respond to me being its 'creator'. It was something to look forward to.
I have to admit, I wasn't all that interested in seeing how the debrief went. I knew the basics of how it would go so I didn't want to be there other than to say that I had been part of the games.
To be honest, it hadn't been that hard of a mission. The battle with the armature on foot was the hardest part and more than half of it we had been sitting in the back of the Mako doing nothing. Garrus had been a good sniper, Tali was a good combat engineer and I had been a solid fighter, if I do say so myself. Shepard had led but I don't see why she didn't use the Normandy as air cover. It was a shielded, quick response vehicle with plenty of firepower to send ground units running. Or provide a rapid evac. Hell, with the amount of ground team members still on the ship it would be a great way to drop off a second team to reinforce if necessary.
Maybe they were not appropriate questions to ask in a group forum, but it might be something to ask about during our one-on-one chats at some point. Assuming we had those still. But if I was going to be stuck on a spaceship with her for an unknown number of weeks then it made sense to bring it up at some point.
"Damn," Williams' said, bringing me out of my thoughts. "I wish I look that good at your age." Ah, so that's where the conversation was up to. It was uncanny how similar the real life conversations were to the games.
I tuned out again as Liara brought up the whole difference between asari age length and everyone else, except krogan. I had already heard this speech so many times that I could nearly remember it. That thought made me blink. it had been years since I had played the game and I had already been here for more than two years now. Yet I still remembered the dialogue of scenes nearly completely. Huh. my memory must be getting better or it was leftover help from Manuel when I was sent here and just hadn't noticed. Either way, it was neat, I guess.
I brought up my omnitool and tapped away a message, telling her to send a team to check out Therum. It would have to be someone that had the proper tools available though. The same tool that I had made sure to get weeks ago.
The Cipher.
There was no way I was going to be without the Cipher if I could use it. It made it so that I would be able to interact with any piece of prothean tech, due to the biometric reading ability that all prothean tech seemed to be ingrained with. I couldn't understand prothean language yet, but I have a feeling that it was something that would happen if I waken Javik.
It was honestly the only reason why the security keypad in that holding area had shown itself for me, I suspect. It certainly wasn't an option in the game but I wasn't lying when I said that prisons nearly always had a second way of doing things, especially electronic-based security pens. It made sense that the protheans would do something similar in case of a freak accident and the lava somehow shorted out the protheans generators or something.
I didn't know enough about them, other than their arrogance, to really judge them but the general sense they left behind was that their technology was developed to only allow exceptions to other protheans. Anyone that wasn't a prothean would be ablet o use base functions, but none of the advanced stuff. Going by what the games had shown me of their attitude to 'lesser' races, that didn't surprise me.
"Something you'd like to share, Nielson?" Shepard's voice cut in, disrupting his thoughts.
"Yes," I said idly, finishing off my first message and sending another one to Ely to let her know that she could buy the ships that she had requested for another expansion of their fleet. His quarian friend was still in charge of all fleet acquisitions and was making sure that there were plenty of new ships for their fleet. "I was just making sure to book you in for driving lessons. Apparently, not flipping a Mako doesn't constitute as having a license."
Garrus snorted and Tali giggled, letting me know that my joke was a hit with those who knew.
"This is a debrief, Mr Nielson," Shepard said, and I could hear the frown in her voice as she spoke. "I need everyone to pay attention, even if you don't have anything to add."
"I have been paying attention," I said, closing down my omnitool once my messages were sent. "Joker made jokes; Liara is more than a hundred years old and Williams is jealous; you had contact with a Beacon and Liara is jealous; and Wrex has four testicles and Alenko is jealous. Did I miss anything?"
Wrex gave a barking laughter, joined by Garrus , who actually threw his head back and gave out a raucous chest laugh. Liara blushed a pretty purple colour, while Tali had her hands over her mouth plate, both ladies clearly a little embarrassed at the crude topic.
Somehow, the Alliance personnel didn't find my joke so humorous and all three of my fellow humans glared at me. I guess that they were clearly all tragically born without a sense of humour.
"That's enough," Shepard barked, clearly not interested in playing along. "If no one else has anything to add, then you are dismissed. Liara, please make sure that you go see Doctor Chakwas first to get medically cleared."
"I'll take her," Alenko volunteered. "When was the last time you slept? Or ate?"
"Oh," Liara stammered. "Thank you. I had a biotic rated sustenance pack on the planet when Mr Nielson… I mean the others found me." Her voice trailed off as they disappeared around the corner. Back in the room, I heard Joker's voice as he asked if Shepard wanted to connect to the Council, causing me to lead Torrin out of there.
"Brock," Torrin spoke up softly, "I am going to head to medical as well."
"Oh?" I asked with a hint of amusement. "Wanting to spend more time around our new asari? Should I tell Aleria that you are off the market to all of the maidens on the Balrog?"
The humour made no impact, letting me know that something was clearly worrying my turian friend. "No," he replied. "There is something wrong with my amp. I am getting some feedback that I shouldn't be getting and it is causing me some… problems."
I frowned at him, concerned. "Sure thing," I said as reassuring as I could. "Take your time. I will contact Liserias and see if she can source a better one for you to pick up the next time we are on the Citadel."
He nodded and moved off, following the path down the stairs to Medbay. I watched him go before I shook my head and headed for the cockpit. Time to annoy the Joker.
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Persei sighed to herself as she looked over the latest reports that crossed her desk. While she had more experience than most of Brock's people to run the business while he was off galivanting around the galaxy chasing rogue Spectres, it didn't mean that she overly enjoyed it. She would rather be with him, watching as he played power broker and chess master with the rich and powerful, but she knew that it was important work and couldn't be ignored, even if Brock was doing just that and making her pick up the slack
Oh she knew the man well enough to know that he would still be working while he was sequestered on the Spectre's vessel, but there were still plenty of meetings and negotiations that would have to be conducted in his stead. Still, the man was involved in nearly of the different projects on at least some level and was staying in contact through the plethora of messages that they sent back and forward.
Speaking of which, she thought to herself wryly, as her terminal beeped, letting her know she had just received another one. Oh, what a surprise, it's Brock. She blinked at that thought, then huffed. Oh goddess, now she was even beginning to snark like he did.
She read the message with interest, seeing the request to having a team led by a Cipher or two to go to Therum and get whatever technology they could before the Council sent another team. Sneaky, but easily accomplished. She could even get Pimue to do it. The matron was asking to get out into the field a little. She had been moving around some of her fellow Ciphers through the prothean dig site on Eden Prime, giving their people greater access to the leftover equipment than the Alliance and Council people were able to get, but she was hoping to move further afield.
She would be backed up by a security team so it should be secure enough, even if there were some rogue geth left over. Persei would make sure that Beau sent some Grims as well. Can't be too careful with their people. The large majority of people who had joined their company were former slaves they had rescued. It wouldn't do to risk them being taken into slavery again.
She started typing out messages to Beau and Pimue to organise their teams, even as she started looking at the next report on the second terminal screen. It was a bit of a surprising consequence of their defence of Eden Prime, but it appeared that the number of Eden Prime citizens that were seeking to join Shieldstar was massively increasing. They had only had a couple of dozen locals when they had built their facility, mostly technicians of various sorts, but now they were getting hundreds, moving quickly into the thousands, of humans who were wanting to join Shieldstar. There were a lot of unskilled people there that were looking for jobs. She would have to think about what she wanted to do with them and send her recommendations on to Brock. He would know what to do. He always did.
Another message came through from Misol, who had taken charge of their shipyards, which were currently sitting in an empty system in the Athena cluster. Wonderful, more ships were being upgraded and retrofitted, and five more Orbital Defence Platforms were ready for shipping, this time to the Elcor. She needed to get onto the Financial Officer, a salarian former slave named Fallok, to make sure payment was received before they could ship them out.
The console beeped again and another message appeared on the screen, this one sent to both her and Brock. It seemed like the Cipher team had just made it off of Ilos and had brought plenty of sample with them, including a number of weapons, thruster systems and stasis pods. It looked like there were quite a few sample and… oh what do you know? Brock was right again. A working prothean VI. The team there had made sure that an alternate power supply had been added to it so it wouldn't die before they had the chance to really study it.
This was big. A functioning VI would be able to potentially give them the same technological upgrades that the Asari Republics had from the prothean Beacon, if not better. It would let them make research so much faster. Though, knowing Brock, there would be some bits of technology that he would be keen to get first, and, also knowing her friend and boss, it would be something that would be crucial to helping them get prepared for the reapers. In the meantime the retrieval teams would need to start taking everything they could get their hands on. She would even probably need to get another couple of Ciphers organised.
As she started to type up a report to send to Brock, another few messages were sent in, pinging her terminal. She sighed. She really needed an assistant or two. And a massage.
Always a massage.
Maybe Brock would provide both?
A woman could dream. Even blue monogendered ones.
… Screw it, she could organise her own assistants.
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Being the boss of a galaxy spanning organisation that dabbled in everything from video games to weapons of mass destruction, not to mention raiding merc groups across the galaxy, it meant that a lot of organisation was required.
When the goal of this work was to save the galaxy from an impending doom that nearly every other being in the galaxy was completely unaware of it, and revealing it at the wrong moment would label you a madman, the difficulty and stress went up significantly.
Doing that work and having that stress when I was on a spaceship hunting a rogue Spectre, unable to have the close interaction with my people that I would normally be accustomed to, meant that things piled up and made it more difficult to get things done. So much so that I had to approve three new assistants for my own assistant, who was acting as the CEO of my company while I was off playing vigilante.
With that sort of stress, several abilities became crucial. Namely, the ability to delegate. Getting other people to share the work so I didn't have to do it all myself. Communication was also a priority, especially when distance is a factor. Then several other cliché management abilities come into play. Then finally, the most important thing to keep ones head above water.
Enjoy the little things.
In this case, the joy of a krogan finding out that I was the creator of his favourite video game.
"You're not making this up, right?" Wrex demanded, sounding hopeful.
I smiled at him, feeling smug. "Not at all," I said, knowing that he would be interested in my offer. "I want you to design your own Pokémon that I can send on to the guys in charge of game development and if it pans out, it will be included in the next expansion."
Wrex looked like his Christmas and birthday presents were all coming at once. He quickly shook himself out of his stupor. "What do I have to do?" he whispered gruffly, as if afraid I would take it back if he spoke to aggressively.
I held back a laugh. "Just design the physical appearance, decide what typing it will have, which will help you choose out the attacks it can use. Then maybe create a special attack that the Pokémon will have that is unique to it. And if it has an evolution then put some thought into that. But," I added sternly, "it can't be too overpowered with the game or we won't include it. My game's integrity must be maintained. Understood?"
Wrex nodded and moved away to his spot in the garage and started working straight away. I watched him go and couldn't stop my chest vibrating with my withheld laughter.
"Did I just see that happen?" Garrus asked from behind me, sounding in awe.
"I think you did," I said turning to grin at him. The turian's mouth was dropped open in shock. "I had a couple of quick chats with him and every time I noticed him on his own he was always playing. He has tended to keep to himself a lot since he got on board, so I thought this would be a good offer to help him start to open up to the crew."
"That's amazing," Garrus said, his mandibles flexing slightly. "And if it works, then it might even be worth it."
I shrugged. "Even if his Pokémon turns out to be too much we can adjust it so it's not an issue for the release."
My terminal behind the Mako pinged. I turned and headed over to it. "Treasure this memory, Garrus," I called out. "And remember, it was a former prison guard that made a krogan battlemaster act like a little kid. Beat that, CSEC!"
"You know, I can't even disagree with you," Garrus replied, still sounding mystified.
I opened the message on my terminal to find something I had been expecting for a while now. It was a message from my surveillance team on Noveria. Matriarch Benezia had entered the arena; let the games begin.
"Mr Nielson." Joker's voice came over the intercom. "Commander Shepard wants to talk to you in the briefing room."
Huh, talk about perfect timing. I could tell her in person when she no doubt told me off for being disrespectful. To be honest I was surprised it took this long. So far, she had come across as the stereotypical strict military officer, forced to deal with people outside her command structure. Something like apparent insubordination was usually a big infraction to those types.
I made my way to the comm room, making sure I tapped out a message to Tali, pleading to see if she could make the elevator move faster. It was getting tedious to have it take more than a minute to move up a single deck.
I opened the door to the comm room, to find Shepard the only one there, tapping away at her omnitool. She looked up as I approached, and shut down her device.
"Nielson," she nodded at me stiffly. "Please, come in and take a seat."
I raised an eyebrow at her curiously. I could stay silent and let her take control of this meeting and just wait to see what she wanted me for, or I could say something, establish myself as a person that won't be talked down to, before she finally told me what she wanted.
Ah, who am I kidding? I have been going with the second approach since I met Shepard. Why would that stop now?
"Is this where you spank me for being naughty?" I asked sarcastically, moving to sit in one of the chairs across from Shepard. "Remember, I will call out pineapple."
To my surprise, Shepard doesn't rise to the bait more than a quick tightening of her jaw.
"That's not why I called for you," she denied, taking her seat opposite me. "I called you because I… need your assistance." It sounded like she really didn't want to admit that last part.
Still, if she wasn't here to growl at me, I suppose I could be polite. "Is that so?" I replied. "I'm all ears. Let me know how I might assist you."
Shepard pursed her lips for a moment, which gave me a few seconds to look her over. She was quite an attractive woman, physically speaking. I hadn't yet experienced the charisma from her that the games clearly made it seem she had, but she was competent and looked nice. Well, for a soldier.
Though personally, if I was to go for competent soldier or military types that already didn't like me, I would probably go for Miranda. You know, if I didn't have to worry about her drugging me in my sleep. Shepard would probably just punch me.
"I have been thrown in the deep end here," Shepard confessed, cutting off my musings. "Humanity's first Spectre. It's an important position and the person that was supposed to evaluate me was killed before he had the chance. Since then, no one has told me much about it, except you. Other than what you told me, all I have to rely on is rumour from people who have never been a Spectre. While you haven't been a Spectre either, you have at least been honest with me and told me something I needed to know.
"Long story short, can you help me? Is there anything more you can tell me about being a Spectre?" She fidgeted slightly. "I don't want to fail at this."
I took another long look at Shepard, for the first time seeing actual sincerity in her face. She was really putting herself out there now. And that more than anything made me feel like I could give her some advice.
Huh, maybe that sincerity was what made people in the games want to follow her.
"Sure, I can give you some more tips," I said. "It would be better than letting you stumble about in the dark while my name is associated with you anyway."
"Really?" she frowned. "Couldn't help getting a shot in? I'm being serious here."
I tilted my head. "So am I," I replied calmly. "This may not be something that you had considered, Spectre, but while I am on this ship and funding your mission, my name is tied to the success or failure of this enterprise. If you show up and set every single person against you, then they will be against me too, for longer than the length of this mission. It will affect my ability to conduct business in the galaxy, for good or ill."
I leaned back in the chair, which was not comfortable in the slightest. "I don't mean to bully you or influence you when I say this, Spectre, but I am literally staking my reputation on your mission. There are a lot of people out there that want you to fail. If I let that happen, then I will also be considered a failure." I shook my head. "I just wanted you to know that I am as tied up in this as you are."
Shepard actually looked thoughtful for a moment before she nodded. "Understood."
I frowned a little as I considered what to address. "First things first," I hummed. "Stop introducing yourself as 'Commander Shepard' and switch it to 'Jane Shepard, Council Spectre' or something like that. When you get called as a Spectre, you are considered discharge of all military ranks, duties and obligations. The idea of it is that you are not to have split loyalties. Your role as a Spectre is meant to come first. Though in practical terms, all Spectres will still be extra mindful if there is a threat to their own race. One turian I heard said it like 'I am a Spectre, but I was a turian first'."
Shepard looked thoughtful at that. "Strange," she said. "The Alliance never said anything about my commission being resigned. As far as I know, I am listed as a full member of the Alliance Navy, just outside any official command channels."
I gave a slow nod. "It might be one of those things that people in power are using to justify giving you command of an Alliance ship for your job and you can probably get away with it in Alliance space. But other races won't be so lenient. They will look at you with scorn if you introduce yourself to, say, a salarian government official, and call yourself 'Commander Shepard'. It will ultimately make your job harder and you will find people less cooperative as they will consider you as either ignorant or blatantly disregarding tradition or minimising the importance of the Council."
Her mouth twisted in annoyance. "Right, I don't like it but I can see how that would be important. But I have a feeling that I am going to get a fair bit of hate anyway. While Saren is a traitor to the Citadel, his view of humanity is not limited to just him."
I nodded. "That's true," I said. "It's going to be harder for you to get things done purely because you are a human and a lot of the aliens will consider you an upstart or a political tool. Which is why you are going to need to show through your actions that you are capable of getting things done. So with that in mind, you also need to decide what kind of Spectre you want to be."
She frowned. "What do you mean by that?"
I twisted a little in my seat. The thing was getting more uncomfortable by the minute. Would it kill the Alliance to put a cushion on this thing?
"You are no longer a military asset," I explained. "You are now a Council agent. Along with that is basically carte blanche to do whatever you want so long as it can be covered by the justification that it was done for your mission. And that is a very broad umbrella for you to operate under. You will need to choose what type of operator you want to be."
I leaned forward towards her. "Take Saren, for example. People know that he is a Council agent. He has been for more than a decade. But it isn't just because he is a Council agent that people are willing to work with him. People give him information even if they don't want to because they know that if they didn't, he would most likely kill them and list it as that person impeding his investigation."
Shepard was frowning harshly now. "Yeah, I heard that's how he worked from Anderson. And he could really get away with that?"
I nodded. "Spectres are expected to have good judgement, it's one of the things considered when they are chosen. But power does things to people and even Spectres are not completely immune. But if he does that and still completes his mission then the Council will consider him successful and clearly his actions were for the good of his mission."
"Huh," Shepard said, sitting back in her chair. "I guess that would explain why the Council was so reluctant to investigate him properly."
"It's one of the reasons," I allowed. "Obviously there are others but yes. But back to the point I was making, that is one of the ways to get people to do what you say. Establish a reputation on brutal efficiency, but it would probably cast humanity in a bad light, seeing as you will be looked on as their representative.
"Alternatively, you could go with being an idealist and motivate people to help you that way. It would be a way to unite humanity with the greater Citadel community as a whole while, but might be a slower approach. No matter how you look at it, while people might not know what your missions entail, rumours will spread about how you work and you won't be able to avoid them because you are the only Spectre humanity has to offer and can't hide behind anonymity the way a turian, salarian or asari could."
"Right," Shepard muttered, her finger starting to tap her leg thoughtfully. "I guess I was just ignoring the pressure that being a representative of humanity brings."
"And you should keep ignoring it for the most part," I said. "You have enough on your plate as a Council agent to deal with. Anyway, those two types of operator are just examples of how you could work. Most are stuck somewhere in the middle. How you work is up to you, just take a path and stick to it."
"Understood," Shepard nodded firmly.
"Now, the Council will give you missions and they are a priority," I continued. "But if you don't have a mission from them, you are allowed to go on private jobs for others. So if you have no Council work, the Alliance, or literally anyone else in the galaxy, can ask you to do something for them. You will be the one to set your own boundaries on who you will and won't work with. Just remember, those private jobs are the only ones you will get paid on. Like I said earlier, it will be up to you to figure out how you get money once I leave."
"I remember," Shepard grumbled. She gave a resigned sigh. "I just wish someone else had told me this when I was given the offer."
"Oh?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her. "You sick of me already?"
"Not like that," she denied. "I could have planned it out more if I had known. Now all I am going to be able to think about between missions is what ship will I need to buy and who can I get to pilot the thing once this mission is over."
"Right," I said standing up. "Well, that's about all I can think of at the moment. I already told you to scavenge everything you can on a mission. If I can think of anything else I will let you know."
Shepard stood up too. "Right." She hesitated for a moment. "Thanks. For explaining all that. It helps a lot to know what I am getting myself into."
"Sure," I replied, giving her a lopsided smile. "Look, I know that I let you know some stuff that will weigh on your mind, but don't let it drag you down. Just do your job the best way you can and push on."
She gave another sigh and this time it felt like some of the weight had come off her shoulders slightly. "Right," she said again. "I'll see you around."
I turned to leave before I remember what my message said earlier. "Oh, before I go," I said, getting her to turn to me again, "I got a message just before you called me here. Matriarch Benezia was just sighted by my contacts entering Noveria. I would recommend heading that way."
Shepard's face hardened, going into 'action mode'. "Sounds like a good idea," she agreed, marching towards the door. "I'll have Joker head there now." She paused, before looking back at me with a wry expression. "Your contacts, huh? Does that mean you need to come down there too?"
I gave her an innocent smile. "Why Shepard, I'm so glad you asked!" Cue sarcastic mode returning. "And this time, someone else can drive."
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Halak Balaam looked around at the mercs he had managed to scrounge up for this next raid. It was starting to get harder to find unattached mercenaries willing to do a slave run these days. A mere ten were willing to join him, three of them only did so because of his reputation. Two of those were just drivers, leaving him with only eight fighters. What by the Pillars had happened over the last two years?
He had heard some things ever since he had been captured on the Citadel roughly two years ago. Random mercs and other criminals that had spread rumours of another group that was targeting slavers in the Terminus systems, and even in Hegemony space! He would never have thought that the two-eye scum would dare making incursions into Hegemony space, and the Free Batarian traitors were too afraid of bringing any heat on themselves.
For the last two years, thousands of slaves had been stolen from their rightful captures and owners, who were gunned down and left behind. No government had claimed responsibility, though Halak was certain that at least some of them were probably funding the groups. But his fellow prisoners had said that the ones that were raiding their bases were apparently from all different races, including quarians.
There was no way that any of the major governments would allow those suit rats to be front and centre to their assault teams so clearly it was a merc outfit. If only he had been able to escape prison earlier, he might have been able to put up a fight. He would have been able to direct his fellow batarians to repulse this new wave of mercs, he was sure of it.
Still, there was nothing for it now but to continue on. He was free again and able to resume his noble work of supplying his people with the slaves they needed to be able to run their economy.
The fact that he could do it on the Citadel was just hilarious to him.
He didn't often do slave runs on the Citadel. Too much pressure and observation most of the time. Unless you were down in the Wards. But there were a group of beings that he could target for a quick slave grab without drawing too much attention to himself, mostly because the group of beings in question were considered undesirable and stayed away from any authority that might care enough to protect them.
Duct rats.
Normally the effort to look for and hunt down a group of them large enough to make money out of selling them was not worth it. The hours required to drag themselves into the duct network which would then draw questions from CSEC that he didn't want to answer or bribe his way out of. To only end up with one or two slaves out of that wasn't worth it.
Luckily, as it turned out, there was another way that he would be able to get the duct rats. Apparently, some idiot had started an orphanage for them. Meaning that a large group of Citadel-ignored easy pickings were readily accessible for his men to take at their leisure. He could practically feel the money being transferred into his account when he hit Hegemony space again.
The building in question was already in sight. A bland, uninspired thing, he thought. But the signage showed they were in the right place. The sound of children inside just confirmed it. Now he was ready to do a smash and grab, his first since he had been freed. He could feel the anticipation welling up inside of him, making him eager to get what he came for, what he was due!
He took one last look around the area, ensuring that the foot traffic was non-existent. Once he was sure, he activated his comm, giving the signal for another two of his team to begin a distraction for CSEC five blocks away, taking the heat off them.
Smiling darkly, he pulled his assault rifle off his back, growling out to his squad.
"Let's go."
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Shepard is being given the basics of Spectre work and things are still going on in the background. I wonder what will happen next? If you want to know, you will find out first on pat-re-on where the next chapter is already published. Bored Peasant's Written Works.
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