Infiltration - Part 2

He fired a shot up into the air, "Ladies, gentlemen and well... Asari," he called across the bar, "I wish to announce that the club is now under our control. Please help yourself to a face full of metal."
A Krogan laughed and tried to punch him. Before the fist connected, however, the man had fired his shotgun directly into its face.
Blood splashed across the floor and over several members of the crowd.
The man saw Aria T'Loak's Krogan bodyguards run down the stairs towards his small group of elite soldiers. A member of the group, codenamed Epsilon, stepped forwards to face the six large, heavily armed Krogan, drawing a sword.
The first Krogan to be dispatched was done so in a single vicious swipe to its face. Its head was nearly sliced in half. White lightning danced across its body as the electric disruption the sword contained took effect.
The second Krogan came in melee range a moment later, but Epsilon drew a M-11 pistol and shot it once in the head. As it fell, a blue glow surrounded Epsilon's armour as he began to use his biotics.
The man watched in mild amusement as a Krogan only came in contact with thin air after a relatively long charge. It seemed to look around in shock and awe, wondering where Epsilon had gone.
Epsilon dropped from above after biotic jumping up a floor and as he did so, stuck his sword through the Krogan's head.
There was a slight ping and he staggered back as someone fired a gunshot at the man. He turned to see a Turian running towards him, probably the gatekeeper, armed with a sniper rifle. A Black Widow, if he wasn't mistaken.
There were two more gunshots before the Turian was pointing the barrel of the weapon directly at the man's head.
"Drop your weapons and I'll let you live," growled the Turian, "Afterlife is the property of Aria T'Loak. You have no business here."
"Shoot me," said the man, "But there are a hundred and one different reasons why it isn't the best idea you'll ever have."
The Turian pulled the trigger. His sniper rifle clicked.
"Reason number one," the man said, "You've run out of ammo."
He grabbed the barrel of the sniper and smashed it back into the Turian's face. The Turian staggered back then began running.
The man dropped to one knee, ejected the used thermal clip, inserted a new one from his belt, then took quick aim and finished the Turian with a single round to the head. The powerful sniper rifle made his head practically explode.
When he turned back around, Epsilon had already dealt with the Krogan and they were laying dead at his feet.
"As you can see," he said to the rest of the club, "We are more effective than you when it comes to military strength. Please refrain from trying to harm us or I will be forced to shoot you several times in the face."
Another member of his group - Beta - shot a Krogan in the crowd just for good measure.
Alpha, his codename was, felt the weight of the Black Widow in his hands. It was a beautiful weapon. An awesome instrument of death. He'd keep it.
"And, now. Are there any Quarian women in the crowd?" he called. He could see at least two, "I strongly suggest you cooperate or I'll be forced to take drastic measures."
The Quarian women stepped forward in silence, "I'm looking for one of your kind called Emi'Derik. Know her?"

"Tactical cloaks off now!" Thomson yelled, pushing the muzzle of his sub-machine gun into the chin of the leader of the group.
"Well, well," laughed the leader, "What do we have here? Alliance Infiltration Team, I presume. As for you..." he said, nodding at Thomson, "The time you chose to uncloak suggests you know Emi'Derik. The urgency in your attack would make me think you're either related to her or in love with her... I'm going for the latter because you're not a Quarian. Cross reference that with your N7 armour, Alliance team and the Spectre badge on your arm, you must be Lieutenant Thomson. Destroyer of Reapers, rescuer of Emi'Derik and powerful biotic. I know all about you."
"Then you should know I won't hesitate to kill you."
"Actually, you already have," the man said. Thomson fired his sub-machine gun, but before the round connected the weapon was palmed away. He felt a fist hit him in the stomach and he doubled over, but stood up again a moment later.
Thomson swung a punch, but it was blocked. A kick sent him stumbling back and he drew a knife from his belt.
"Really," the man said, as fighting broke out between the two teams, "I thought after your military career, you'd have realised that if you wanted to kill someone, you should do it right away instead of wasting time with idle chat."
"Practice what you preach," Thomson growled and slashed his knife. It failed to get through the man's armour but opened up a long groove in the black metal.
Before he could slice again, the knife was grabbed from his hand and thrown out of range. Thomson punched the gang leader in the face, which hurt his hand more than it had an effect.
He switched tactics, and threw his arms wide. A shockwave took several of the gang members of their feet. Two armoured figures stepped in front of him, one from the Alliance, and the other from the gang. They were each fighting with electric swords and white lightning danced between them every time their blades connected.
Thomson threw a sphere of biotic energy at the leader of the group, throwing him across the bar.
Afterlife was full of gunshots from the opposing groups. There had so far not been any casualties. Shield generators and armour were preventing anyone from landing decisive blows, even with their guns.
A round whizzed past Thomson's head as he closed in on the leader of the enemy gang. He stepped forward and slammed his foot into the man's stomach, but before he could draw it back his ankle was grabbed and he was thrown over the top of the wooden bar and hit the wall at the back. He hissed in pain but got to his feet again.
Since his knife had been lost, he vaulted over the bar and kicked the leader of the group. The leader staggered back, but before he knew what was happening the man had grabbed a shotgun and was aiming at him.
Thomson stopped moving.
"You really shouldn't have come to Omega," said the man, "It won't end up well for you, or your girlfriend. I can promise you that."
He activated his tactical cloak. The man swore and fired several blasts from his weapon. Thomson meanwhile managed to avoid the shotgun rounds and moved behind the man whilst his cloaked deactivated. He leaped on to his back, moving his arm in for a headlock. The man tried to kick him but he caught his ankle between his feet and pushed forwards.
The man fell into the bar, smashing glasses and sending alcohol everywhere. Thomson stepped off his back and on to the wood, using his height advantage to kick the man in the face. As the leader staggered back, he jumped off the bar and landed on the floor once again.
The leader threw a punch, but Thomson blocked it with his forearm and grabbed the man's wrist before he could pull it back. He twisted it behind the man's back and kicked his legs out from under him, throwing him into a vicious summersault which ultimately made him smash his helmet into the bar.
Thomson slid over the bar and grabbed him by the front of his armour, pushing him against the wall.
"Why do you want Emi?" he barked, slamming the man's head into a bottle of Turian vodka, "Tell me!"
"... Employed..." the man gasped.
A round from a weapon hit Thomson's kinetic shield. He let the man drop and turned. There was a man holding two silenced pistols closing in on him.
The weapons discharged several times, but his shield stopped him being killed. There was a blue ripple every time rounds hit the surface of his barrier.
By the time that they were in melee range of each other, Thomson had already launched a punch. It cracked against the metal of the man's helmet, but he didn't even stagger.
The black-clad enemy drew a knife but before he could put it to any use, a round to the back of the leg managed to penetrate through his shields and go through the front of his knee cap. He howled and went down on the floor.
Thomson turned back to the leader of the group, but he had already disappeared - along with the two Quarians. The gang began to retreat out of the club, covered by the largest of the group who provided suppressive fire using a large machine gun. The Infiltration Team dived for cover behind the bar as the heavy rounds hit the wood. Several of the surrounding people in the bar were mowed down, but the majority dived for cover likewise. The door hissed shut as the gang exited.
"Shit," Thomson growled in frustration.
"Hey," said the member of the team who had carried the electric swords, which were now sheathed, "It isn't all bad. They left the member of their team who was shot."
He sighed, "But they escaped. And took two Quarians with them. Is anyone hurt?"
"None of us, no. Just minor wounds, scratches, bruises and stuff. A few of the people within the club are dead, but I'm pretty sure it won't matter here."
A Krogan at the bar began laughing, "Well!" he hollered, "That was interesting!"
Afterlife erupted into a fit of laughter, despite the corpses of the relatively-innocent people who had been killed.
Thomson strode up to Aria T'Loak, "Does this club have some sort of mounted cameras?"
She nodded, "Indeed it does. Unfortunately however I suggest that you leave and never come back. There will be people out for your blood. If you leave now before any more death is spread I'll get one of my agents to come into contact with you about the video footage."
"Thank you," Thomson said, "You're not as bad as people make out."
"Oh," she grinned, "I am much worse than people make out. Omega has one rule: Don't fuck with Aria T'Loak. And if anyone breaks it, like they did, barging in here and killing the leaders of my most loyal gangs, of course I'm going to retaliate. You will be my form of retaliation."
She gave Thomson a piece of paper.
"But there are only ten of us."
"There's only ten of them. Leave, now."

The Infiltration team left Afterlife with no complaints. The gang member who they had arrested had been shackled and was now being carried to an address written on the piece of paper Aria had given him. Thomson presumed it would be some sort of safe house or a place they could use as a base, considering Aria had been more than happy to help them stop the gang.
It seemed serious. Thomson was no expert in whatever was classed as politics on Omega, but the fact that someone as powerful as Aria wanted to stop a gang which consisted of only ten people showed that they posed a significant threat. And anyone who could pose a threat with ten people wasn't to be messed with.
Thomson sighed as they reached the address.

"Where are they?!" yelled one of the Alliance team, "Where is your base?!"
"I don't know!" shouted the captured gang member, "We're not allowed to go there normally. We have to put a bag on our head and we only ever see it from the inside. He likes being secretive."
"Who is he?" Thomson asked, "Your leader. Who is he?"
"His name is... Alpha. That's all I know," the gang member said, "And there are other members in his group. There's Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Epsilon, Zeta, Eta, Theta, Iota and Kappa. Those are the main ten, though there are others. They all follow the Ancient Greek alphabet with their names, and that's their chain of command. I'm Kappa."
"Know anything else?" Thomson barked, "Why on Earth are they after my girlfriend?"
"I don't know. I really don't. Trust me. You have a sword held to my throat. Why would I lie?"

Alpha sighed, "We infiltrated Afterlife and we're still no closer to taking out our target."
"Sir, what about Kappa?" Beta questioned, "Aren't we going to get him?"
He shrugged, "We won't aim for it. Kappa made a mistake. He showed hesitation. If we find him alive we'll welcome him back, but we must focus on the target. He is not important."
Gamma nodded, "I agree."
Epsilon was sat in the corner sharpening some throwing knives, "You are very strange. I hope you all understand that. If you would let me get at them I could take them out one by one and they would never know until it was too late."
"We want to avoid confronting them," Alpha told the master assassin, "You didn't even injure the person on their team. I was injured, Kappa was injured and they just got a few cuts and bruises. What do you think that shows about them?"
"Killing them will be much more fun?" Epsilon shrugged, "The bigger they are, the harder they fall."
"We need to think about where Emi'Derik could be. She wasn't with her boyfriend, so she's either in one of the housing districts or in the docking bays," Alpha said, "Which reminds me, are the Quarians ready to be shipped out?"
Quarians were rare on Omega. Prejudice against them, even now, carried all the way to the Terminus system. Those who came to the space station were always met with curses and mistreatment, but the gang took it even further.
Because Quarians were so rare, and so little people had seen them out of their suits... it was amazing the prices people paid for one. During sales pitches to potential customers - mainly mob bosses and warlords - they clearly stated that they were not accountable for any damage to the slave that could happen during shipping and collection.
Of course, a few always tried to escape during transportation. What they tended to do now was put those who were going to be sold in a large wooden crate in the back of a van to prevent them from getting away. Beforehand, however, they always had to stop the Quarian from getting away - using fists or weapons.
The Quarian slave trade funded their gang. They had professional military weapons, state of the art armour and the best training available in the galaxy, thanks to their little side project.
"Yes, they're ready. Stage one has been completed," said Beta.
Stage One consisted of locking them all in a room and simultaneously hacking into their suits artificial nerve stimulator system and putting them through unimaginable pain for several hours. By the end of this, most of them couldn't even speak for days afterwards and were susceptible to interrogation. The interrogation got rid of the little personality they had left.
Stage Two was transportation.
"Load them into the van. We'll give them to Urdnot Yar shortly."
Urdnot Yar was a Krogan warlord in charge of the housing districts of Omega. To look for Emi'Derik they would have to infiltrate that district, and selling him five female Quarian slaves could help them gain a little leverage to do what they want, especially since one of them was 'on the house'.
The gang was playing a risky game. Especially with the Quarians. Take too little and you wouldn't have enough profit to buy the necessary equipment. Take too many, and you'll upset some warlord or other - or gain the attention of the Migrant Fleet. And 50,000 starships coming to Omega full of Quarians looking for his gang was not something he wanted to happen. They were constantly negotiating with various companies, gangs and people to assure they had some free reign when it came to hunting down targets and purchasing supplies.
They had purchased a weapons company on Omega who sold black market, and high-end guns. They normally sold to Aria T'Loak, but a promise of a few free Quarian slaves later... and they were delivering Turian rifles, Quarian shotguns and Alliance pistols directly to their main base.
Well, to him. And he transported the weapons to their base.
Alpha nodded to Epsilon, "Go and scout the housing area."
Epsilon laughed, "Finally some fun."