Yelling was echoing through the hallway as a young captain of his own platoon was being yelled at by his commanding officer through a static com transmission. His shoulders pulled back, tightening when a high ranking officer badgered and swore with filth. The officer’s name was Joseph Rodriguez, a man many who did not wish to entangle with in the Alliance. He was an out right asshole who thought highly of himself. His ego was that of a killer who had no mercy for the lives he sacrificed on his own accord to get his promotion. He was clearly not a man to toy with but he was the least of the young captain’s worries due to what his mission was at the moment. “I want her found, Captain Allen, otherwise your ass is going to be grass if she escapes your grasp once more. “ Captain Allen’s eyes lit up knowing full well what was at stake if the subject escaped. Not only his life but many other lives, their blood would be on his hands. Captain Allen spoke up, “Yes sir, I will find her and I will let you know when we have her in custody. Rodriguez’s voice was firm but less harsh than it was a few moments ago, “Good.” The transmission ended and nothing but screaming echoed through the white halls of the small Cerberus space station.
Another transmission comes in, “....C-captain….she’s making her way to...to the centra...l… networking station…” Allen immediately began jogging in the direction of the screams which finally were silenced. He called out through the com and no one answered. Couldn’t be, she couldn’t have killed all his men already and he felt a sudden chill run up his spine as the power went out. It was dark, his hands clung to his weapon, his hands almost in a twisting motion. Nerves and adrenaline running through his body, he felt fear at his doorstep. Knowing death was near by waiting for him, he turned around to look for a slim form lingering behind his. Flashing his small flashlight down the pitch black hall he felt sweat drip down his forehead as the stress of death and nerves died down. The power turned on, lights flickered back on he turned his flashlight and turned only to find his target waiting for him with a delighted smile. No time to run or even think of shooting at the slender female he felt her hand tighten around his neck, his feet could no longer feel the ground.
Her voice was harsh, her eyes flashed wildly as a smile broke to the surface, almost creepy as her fingertips gripped around Allen’s neck, “Looking for me?” Allen could barely get out a scream barely a few words to spurt out. He tried with his might to pry her hand off his neck but despite his struggles he was in awe of her brutal strength. She was unlike any other person he had been trained to fight on any mission. She grabbed his com and chuckled, “Don’t mind me, I need to make a call.”
Blue orbs gaze up and down the luscious curves of a scantily clothed Asari, imagination grew and he licked his chops but as he did so he was interrupted by an annoying beeping. Quickly he shoved off a pile of papers off the controls and smiled, “Finally…” Taking his time he waited for the com to buzz a few more times before he answered, “Well sweetheart I thought you would take a lot longer.” He waited to be chided for calling her sweetheart knowing full well of the consequences, “Hathaway, get your god forsaken cowboy ass out here, I’m waiting for a pick up.” Hathaway chuckled, “Well missy, I didn’t get your beacon transmission otherwise I would have been there sooner…” As soon as he spoke his eyes scanned the deck of buttons and found that her beacon light was hidden under his magazine with the Asari sexy photos. He couldn’t help but think the Asari was staring back at him longing for his return to gaze at her. Hathaway shook himself free of his imagination and laid back in his pilot seat and gripped the steering in his hands firmly as he felt the ship glide in the empty abyss of space. Hathaway was a young man in his late thirties who was well known for being a drunkard womanizer with an itchy trigger finger. Hathaway was a man of honor, he always kept his word and he was held up in high esteem for such generosity though many believe being honorable to your word was naive and would get him killed in this day and age. Within ten minutes the Cerberus space station was in view and with great ease he nestled his ship next to the docking port. The port sealed itself to the docking door leaving a clear passage. Before Hathaway could get up to run a scan on the station the port opened, a slender figure appeared, curvaceous with her long dark brown hair almost black pulled back with the look of disappointment.
“What’s the matter Hawke, you look like that this lead wasn’t worth your time.” Hawke’s green eyes shot up with a fierce glare as she passed by, “No its not that…” Hathaway quirked his eyebrow looking for an explanation, “Well did you find what you were looking for?” Hawke sat down as she pulled out a data disc, “This was suppose to have the information I needed but it wasn’t there. The file was gone.” Throwing the disc across the cockpit, Hathaway sighed and couldn’t help but wonder about Hawke, her disposition in this mess that she was in. He didn’t have all the details of her entanglement but he knew the Alliance was tracking her which only meant that the Alliance was involved and they wanted to cover their tracks. “So what do you want to do Hawke?” Hawke sat back closing her eyes thinking of what her next move was before she glanced to where the data disc had landed and retrieved it and uploaded the information to her omni tool and her emerald orbs scanned through and her eyes caught a hold of some intel and an excited look was painted on her features. Hathaway didn’t have to ask because she was quick to set a course for Citadel space. “Are you sure that is wise, Hawke?” Hawke was oblivious to his concern, “Just do it. I swear everytime we go somewhere you bitch about it.” Hathaway shook his head as he watched Hawke move from the cockpit to her quarters. As Hathaway turned he whispered under his breath, “Yeah…. well kiss my ass… I was just being concerned for your welfare.”
Commander Rodriguez was sitting at his desk enjoying the quiet as he finished his paperwork and was not oblivious to the young officer who stood close to his desk awaiting for the commander to look up but he would not waste his time in doing so. “Sir, Captain Allen’s team was eliminated along with Captain Allen.” Commander Rodriguez stopped writing, he clenched the pen tightly in his hand and it nearly snapped. He remained silent for a moment, “I see… a tragedy… Anything else?” The young gentleman nodded, “Admiral Hackett wishes to meet you in his office, sir.” Rodriguez nodded and the young errand boy left with a salute before returning to his post. Rodriguez sat back in his leather desk chair and slammed his hands down on his desk, “FUCK!” He stood up from his desk and straightened out his uniform before making his way to see Admiral Hackett who was waiting for him. Already Rodriguez was imagining his neck in a metaphorical noose. It did not take him long to meet up with Hackett who greeted him with a salute before getting down to business. “So other than the tragic news of Captain Allen and his team, she took the bait.” Rodriguez was grinning from ear to ear, “So she fell for it, did she? I guess she isn’t that smart then.” Hackett shook his head, “I wouldn’t say that, she knows we are going to be there and she is going to take a tactical course on this.” Rodriguez’s grin faded and clenched his teeth, “Obviously she is stupid to think she is going to escape us in Citadel space…” Hackett shook his head, “I already have a plan in motion commander, you need not worry, I am sending the best to track and take her into custody.” Rodriguez was in awe of the stupidity of Hackett’s decision, “But we sent out that space cowboy mercenary…. Hathaway… and now he is working with her! You are going to send another?” Hackett understood Rodriguez’s concern but knew that his choice was of a loyal soldier of the Alliance.
Hathaway sat in all the glory of keeping the ship cruising, his eyes gazed to his dirty magazines but kept his eyes out for anything peculiar. Hawke had made her way back in to check on Hathaway who clearly heard her coming, “Hawke, you know that the Alliance is going to be waiting for us…” Hawke stood in silence, her eyes scanning the dark space that surrounded the ship. “Oh I know they are and we will be ready for anything.”