Drew Karpyshyn - Retribution

Though they weren’t his, the clothes fit him well enough. Doing his best to move silently, he approached the locked door and pressed the wall panel just to be sure. It beeped but didn’t open.

Despite the expensive surroundings, he was still a prisoner.

But where’s Kahlee?

Moving quickly but quietly, he crossed to the double doors and gently pushed them open. To his relief, Kahlee was lying on a bed, under several covers. She appeared to be naked as well; someone had piled her clothes on a chair beside the bed. Unlike the unfamiliar garments Anderson wore, however, he recognized her outfit as the same one she had been wearing when they’d been taken prisoner.

She was snoring softly, her body still recovering from her recent lack of sleep and the medi-gel she’d been given on the frigate.

Coming closer, he was relieved to see her fingers had been splinted. It would probably be close to a week before the bones properly mended and she regained full use of them, but at least she had been tended to.

Curious, he made his way over to the bedroom’s en suite to check his reflection in the mirror. Like Kahlee, his injuries had been tended to. His nose had been reset and his split lip was healed; apart from some minor bruising and swelling it was hard to tell anything had happened to him at all.

He considered waking Kahlee up, then decided to let her sleep. They couldn’t do anything to escape their gilded cage at the moment, and she still needed to rest. He returned to the couch, where he lay down and closed his eyes, just for a moment.

“Hey, soldier,” a voice whispered in his ear, “on your feet.”

Anderson’s eyes snapped open to discover Kahlee standing over him, dressed and fully awake.

“Must have dozed off,” he mumbled, sitting up.

“You snore like an elcor with asthma,” she told him.

“Not my fault,” he objected. “Bastards broke my nose.”

Kahlee held up her splinted digits. “I’d say you got off easy.”

“How’d you manage to get dressed?” Anderson asked.

“It wasn’t easy,” she admitted. Coyly she added, “You could have helped me if you’d been awake.”

The situation was too grim for Anderson to generate much of a smile, but he did his best.

“You look like you could use a drink,” Kahlee said. “I know I could. I found a bar over in the corner, but I need someone else to pour.”

Anderson got up and headed in the direction she pointed.

“Right there. Open the cupboard.”

Doing as she said, he found an assortment of high-quality alcohol to suit a wide variety of species’ palates, from krogan ryncol to asari elassa.

Not in the mood for anything too exotic, he poured two glasses from a bottle of brandy.

“On the rocks?” he asked.

“Neat,” Kahlee replied.

Anderson brought the glasses over to the couch, where Kahlee sat waiting for him. She took one from him, cradling it awkwardly in her palms because of her splinted fingers.

“Any idea why we’re here?” she asked after taking a sip.

“I figure Aria wants to meet with us,” he said, still standing. “Can’t say how long we’ll have to wait, though.”

“Might as well get comfortable, then,” Kahlee said, patting the cushion beside her.

Anderson took a seat beside her and kicked back his drink in one quick gulp.

“Is this related to Grayson?” Kahlee asked as he leaned over to set his glass on the nearby end table.

“Pretty big coincidence if it’s not.”

Kahlee continued to sip her drink. Anderson realized they were sitting much closer together than was necessary — there was plenty of room on the couch to spread out. But when he shifted his position he ended up moving closer to her, not farther away.

He knew there were things Kahlee might not like to talk about right now, but in the end he finally decided he had to ask.

“How much did you manage to find out at the lab?”

“You were right,” she admitted. “Cerberus implanted Grayson with some kind of Reaper technology.

Similar to cybernetics, but much more invasive. And far more advanced.

“Their results were still very preliminary, but they were changing him somehow. Turning him into … well, I don’t even think they knew.”

“Can it be stopped?” Anderson asked. “Reversed?”

“I don’t know,” Kahlee said softly.

“I’m sorry I got you involved in all this,” she said after a few more sips of brandy. “You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me.”

“I’ve stayed in worse hotel rooms than this,” Anderson replied, trying to make light of the situation.

“But at least they let you check out,” she glumly replied.

Anderson reached an arm around Kahlee’s shoulder and pulled her close. As he did so, she turned so she could snuggle into the crook of his arm, resting her head on his shoulder.

“We’re going to get through this,” he promised her. “Somehow. Someway. We will get through this.”

He looked down into her eyes, and she tilted her head back so she could look up at him. Slowly, he tilted his head downward, bringing his lips to hers.

The room’s sliding door opened with a sharp whoosh, causing them both to sit up suddenly.

“Christ!” Kahlee swore as the glass slipped from her grasp in her haste to disentangle herself, spilling what was left of her drink onto her lap.

From the door there came a chorus of crude laughter, emanating from the entourage that had just barged in on them: three asari, a krogan, and two batarians. As the door slid shut behind them, Anderson caught a glimpse of two more krogan standing guard out in the hall.

The batarians and krogan were all grinning; he guessed they were the source of the laughter. He recognized one of the batarians as Sanak, the leader of the attack on the station.

Two of the asari looked nearly identical, though whether they were actually twins or if he — as a human — was simply unable to discern the differences between them he couldn’t say. The third asari, standing in the middle of the group, had to be none other than Aria T’Loak herself.

“Are we interrupting?” she asked, the corners of her mouth turning up in mild amusement.

Both Anderson and Kahlee got to their feet, but neither bothered to reply. Anderson could feel himself blushing with embarrassment, but Kahlee didn’t seem to be suffering the same reaction. She glared at the intruders with nothing but hate in her eyes.

“You know who I am?” Aria asked.

“We know,” Kahlee answered, her voice cold and hard. “What do you want?”

“I want Grayson, of course.”

“Why?” Kahlee demanded.

“That’s my business.”

“We don’t even know where Grayson is,” Anderson objected, joining the conversation.

“No, but you can help me find him.”

“What are you talking about?” Kahlee wanted to know.

“We hacked into your extranet account. There’s a message from Grayson. He wants to see you. So you’re going to send him a reply telling him to meet you here.”

“What makes you think he’ll come?” Kahlee asked.

“My sources tell me you and Grayson have a special relationship.”

“Maybe not as special as we thought,” Sanak chimed in with a snicker. “Or do you just stick your tongue down the throat of whoever you’re with at the time?”

He was obviously hoping for some kind of reaction. Anderson was pleased to see that Kahlee was smart enough to stay silent and disappoint him.

“Your sources might be playing you,” Anderson warned, his mind piecing things together. “That’s what Cerberus does.”

Aria didn’t bother denying her relationship with the Illusive Man.

“Cerberus was right about where to find you,” she said to Kahlee. “They were right about Grayson trying to contact you. Why shouldn’t I believe them when they say he’ll come if you reply to his message?”