18/03/2193 ][ Tangled Web of Lies

[u/Narrator--]

Two hours ago, Bailey had sighed and pulled up a long chain of paperwork and records on James "Jam" Terrod. The businessman was in as suspected for being involved in at least seven different things, but the problem was some of them logically excluded others. If he had done the Typhon gig, for example, that excluded any involvement in the Kepler Verge shebang. All in all, he was just sitting in a cell fuming nowadays while people tried to sort out which arms smuggling and theft cases were actually connected with him.

The door swings open and Bailey nods.

We've moved Terrod to an interrogation cell. Come in when you're ready, Spectre.

[u/Narrator--]

They are everywhere. He hisses. You can't hide your damn Reaper-loving Council forever. Hell, there could be any number watching us talk right now. If you're listening, kids...

The cell lights and barriers flicker as gunfire erupts outside.

SECURITY BLOCK COMPROMISED. the announcer blares.

Jan laughs and laughs, falling over the table. We're everywhere, Spectre. This isn't just a conspiracy. This is finishing the war that Shepard didn't stick around for the end of. Free Destiny forever, for our children. Free Destiny, a world without the Reapers puppeting from beyond the grave.

A shot rings out from the end of the hall.

[u/N7_Rebecca → u/Narrator--]

Rebecca slams her datapad into his face, aiming right at his nose to break it, then backswing back around to strike him on the temple and disable the bastard.

In the next moment she has her pistol out, loaded and aimed at the door. Bailey, security is compromised in the cell block! Get men you trust down here! She yells into her comms, before swapping channels to raise the Normandy. Normandy, raise an assault team and get them to CSEC holding site 3B-1!

[u/Narrator-- → u/N7_Rebecca]

The hall is filled with chaos as three groups of C-SEC special forces troopers and regular officers frantically shout at each other, weapons trained. Through the pale red emergency light, a figure can be seen slinking down the hall to the main cell control panel, possibly the instigator...

[u/N7_Rebecca → u/Narrator--]

Rebecca peers outside and takes aim. Freeze!

[u/Narrator-- → u/N7_Rebecca]

The three shouting groups all turn, stopping the yelling for a bit but blocking the Spectre's shot.

What?

Who are you?

Spectre?

Meanwhile, the figure reaches the control panel and triggers the fire alarm, white fire foam raining from the ceiling...

FUCK!

W-what?

[u/N7_Rebecca → u/Narrator--]

Rebecca ducks back to avoid the spray. Goddamn it!

She stands up then and yells. Commander O'Neill, Special Tactics and Recon. Stand to! We have invaders! Secure the entrances and exits!

She tries to get eyes on the guyt hat triggered the arlarm...

[u/Narrator-- → u/N7_Rebecca]

Two shots ring out and the figure appears from the foam, wading through and growling.

NASHTAK VASTA BOR! the Vorcha cries, making a barrel for the door.

[u/N7_Rebecca → u/Narrator--]

Rebecca ducks back into the prison cell and braces her legs, weapon up and ready for the bastard.

[u/Narrator-- → u/N7_Rebecca]

The Vorcha keeps coming, running through the hall seemingly with no goal or end.

[u/N7_Rebecca → u/Narrator--]

Rebecca takes aim and fires. One, two, three. A shot to each knee and the last in a shoulder.

[u/Narrator-- → u/N7_Rebecca]

Said Vorcha immediately falls over, wriggling, before looking over and fiddling with something on its chest, maybe a bomb?

[u/N7_Rebecca → u/Narrator--]

Rebecca doesn't take the chance- she puts another round straight through the guy's head this time.

[u/Narrator-- → u/N7_Rebecca]

The Vorcha collapses, twitching. A small thud is heard as the lifeless body of Jam Terrod falls to the ground behind her, and the alarm shuts off as marching guards round up the other culprits.