Drew Karpyshyn - Retribution

“Aria might have sent our descriptions out to every gang on the station,” Anderson warned. “If she’s offering a reward, the Talons might just decide to turn us over to her to cash in.”

“There’s bad blood between Aria and the Talons right now,” Kai Leng assured them. “Even if they knew she was after us, they wouldn’t want to help.”

The turian guards studied them as they approached. Two raised their weapons while a third climbed over the barricade and stepped forward to confront them. Anderson was surprised to see that in addition to his pistol he also had a short-range stunner clipped to his belt. He’d assumed the Talons were thugs determined to shoot first and ask questions later. Obviously, however, there were times when they preferred to disable an adversary instead of killing him.

In retrospect, it made sense. The clientele who hired out their docking bays weren’t the most upstanding citizens; disputes over payments were inevitable, and shooting customers was bad for business. Blasting them with an electrical current strong enough to render them unconscious wasn’t an ideal solution, but it beat the alternative.

“Halt,” the turian ordered. “State your business.”

“I rented bay 6358,” Kai Leng stated.

“Step up to confirm identity,” the guard replied.

Kai Leng came forward, holding out his palm so the turian could scan it with his omni-tool.

“Identity confirmed,” the guard acknowledged. “Paid in advance until the end of the week.”

“I’m leaving a little early,” Kai Leng said.

“That’s your business,” the turian told him. “But we don’t give refunds.”

To emphasize his point, his hand hovered over the stunner on his belt.

“I’m not looking for one,” Kai Leng assured him, and the guard relaxed and gave a nod to his companions.

Convinced the humans had a legitimate reason to be there and weren’t looking for any trouble, the others lowered their weapons. The guard who’d greeted them climbed back over the barricade and hit a panel on the wall. The door behind them slid open, revealing nothing more dramatic than another long, narrow alleyway.

“You two first,” Kai Leng said with a nod.

Anderson placed one hand on top of the barricade and vaulted over the top. He turned to look back at Kahlee. As his eyes fell on her splinted fingers, a hastily formed plan suddenly took shape.

“She’s going to need some help,” he said, tilting his head to indicate her injured hands.

He looked at Kai Leng, who, wary of some kind of trick, shook his head in response — just the reaction Anderson was hoping for.

“What about you?” Anderson said, turning to the guard with the stunner on his belt.

After a brief moment of hesitation, the guard stepped forward.

“Hurry up,” he grumbled.

Kahlee approached the barricade and raised her knee high enough to set her right foot on top of the wall. With her other leg fully extended and her left foot still on the ground, she didn’t have the leverage to propel herself over. Instead, she leaned forward awkwardly so Anderson and the turian guard could each grab hold of one arm, clasping her firmly by the wrist and elbows.

“On three,” Anderson said. “One … two … three!”

Anderson felt Kahlee flexing her knee and shifting her weight with each count to try and help build enough momentum so they could haul her up and over. But as they pulled her toward them, Anderson twisted his hips and shoulders, throwing Kahlee off balance so she crashed into the turian guard as she came over the barricade. Anderson kept his grip on her arm throughout, letting her weight drag him down so that all three of them fell clumsily to the ground.

Kai Leng reacted almost instantly, springing over the wall without even touching it. The other turian guards responded to the situation just as Anderson had predicted, reaching for their weapons to defend themselves against what appeared to be an aggressive and hostile action.

With Kai Leng forced to engage the guards, Anderson had the few precious seconds he needed. He ripped the stunner from the fallen turian’s belt, rolled onto his back, and fired at his target.

The stunner blast took Kai Leng right between the shoulder blades, causing him to drop to the ground unconscious. Two of the turians were already down, injured but not dead. The other two were still fumbling for their weapons, though whether they intended to use them on Kai Leng or Anderson wasn’t clear.

“It’s okay! It’s okay!” Anderson shouted, tossing the stunner aside and raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.

The turians still standing rushed over and hauled him and Kahlee to their feet as their fallen captain angrily picked himself up. They slammed the humans back against the bulkhead, pinning them there by jamming their assault rifles into their chests.

Anderson didn’t say anything as the nose of the weapon pressed painfully into his sternum. He knew he needed to let everyone calm down before speaking. He saw Kahlee wincing in pain, though he couldn’t tell if it was from being roughly pinned against the wall or from banging her tender fingers during the scuffle.

The captain glared at the humans, then went over to check the two turians on the ground. They were both groaning in pain, but with the captain’s help they managed to clamber to their feet, much to Anderson’s relief. Convincing the guards to let them go would have been much harder if Kai Leng had actually killed anyone.

“I can explain all this,” Anderson said, judging that emotions had cooled enough for him to make his case. “That guy on the ground was holding us prisoner.”

“He paid for the docking bay,” the captain snarled. “He’s our customer. You’re not.”

“You’re still going to get your money,” Anderson reminded them. “Even if you let us go.”

“Maybe we should hold on to you and wait for him to wake up,” the captain countered. “He’ll probably throw in a nice bonus for keeping you from escaping.”

“He’s with Cerberus,” Kahlee said, jumping into the negotiations.

“Is this true?” the captain asked Anderson, stepping forward and leaning in until only a few inches separated their faces.

“It’s true,” Anderson declared, staring right into the turian’s eyes.

The captain took a step back, but didn’t speak right away. The guards cast quick glances in his direction, waiting to see what he would say. Anderson held his breath.

The anti-alien agenda of Cerberus was well known throughout the galaxy, even on Omega. It was only natural that most nonhumans would feel a similar bias against the Illusive Man and his agents. The only question was whether it would be enough to overcome the Talons’ mercenary greed.

“You can go,” the captain said at last. “Take his ship if you want.”

In response, the guards lowered their weapons.

“What about him?” Kahlee asked, nodding in the direction of Kai Leng’s still unconscious body.

“We’ll think of something special,” the captain replied, and the other turians all squawked out evil laughs.

“Things will go worse for Cerberus if you let us take him,” Kahlee insisted. “We’re with an Alliance task force. We’re trying to take the organization down. He has information we can use.”

“You don’t want to get mixed up in a war against the Illusive Man,” Anderson added. “You already got paid. Just take the money and walk away.”

The captain considered for a moment, then shrugged.

“Sure. Take him. Get the hell out of here. What do we care?”

Anderson didn’t need to be told twice. He bent down and scooped up Kai Leng’s unconscious body.

With a grunt he tossed him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.