*Disgusted Noise* (handofthedivine) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-03-23 14:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, cassandra pentaghast, commander jane shepard, natasha romanoff (black widow) |
"I am never letting you drive again."
Who: Cassandra, Shepard, some NPCs. Also Natasha Romanoff.
What: Some of Cassandra's notable missions with Interpol, including the incident that forced Shepard out of the marines and the beginning hints of the Cerberus/Hydra split.
When: Three, Two, and One years ago
Where: London, Tokyo, and Uganda
London. Three Years ago.
"Ugh." Cassandra pinched the bridge of her nose. "We don't have time for this." She leaned down, hand on either armrest, and stared the suspect in the eyes. "Who is Ganon?"
The man went white with fear. Cassandra's gaze narrowed. "You will tell me what I want to know, because it doesn't matter how much that man scares you. I am the one you should be afraid of."
She got the information, but by the time they raided the warehouse, everything was gone. The lead had dried up. Their suspect would turn up dead the next day.
Tokyo. Two Years Ago.
"He really calls himself that?" Rolling her eyes, the interpol agent checked the safety on her gun. "Ugh. 'Fire Lord.' Stupid."
She nodded at the severe looking woman next to her, and nodded. "Ready."
They burst into a dimly lit room. Someone opened fire, a bullet hitting Cassandra square in the chest. It was enough to knock the breath from her lungs, but the other agents quickly subdued the shooters. She pulled herself to her feet and surveyed the claustrophobic room. Thirty girls and boys, all under the age of fifteen. Seeing red, she lunged at one of the gun men, but someone grabbed her arm. She let herself get pulled away, and tried to shake herself off.
Uganda. One Year Ago.
"I am never letting you drive again." Cassandra stepped out of the HUMVEE, green around the gills as raucous laughter followed her. "Ugh."
A big man, Joe, clapped his hand on her shoulder and boomed. "We coulda told ya different, ma'am, but everyone needs to be exposed to Shepard's driving first hand."
"I think I am going to be sick."
"Better do it now." Shepard came around from the other side of the car and grinned at her. The Marine gave a thumbs up. "I hope your intel is on the money."
Technically, Cassandra was never supposed to engage. She often broke that rule. Today was no exception. "My little bird is never wrong." And Cassandra had paid fairly well for this. She never tried to take too much advantage of her old friend. Even when it was an emergency and she didn't have anything she could trade, she'd still sent a bottle of expensive wine or a pair of shoes that reminded her of Leliana.
The next several miles was through thick forest. Cassandra accompanied four marines and six Ugandan soldiers. But right where their intel said it would be was the terrorist encampment. They called themselves Cerberus, though Cassandra had other intel describing a brewing civil war between Ceberus loyalists and a new faction calling themselves Hydra.
Like all battle plans, theirs went out the window when they made contact with the enemy. Out the window, and horribly, horribly wrong. Cassandra barely had time to yank Shepard back as an IED exploded nearby. She witnessed Joe and the other marines cut down. Something sharp cut across her cheek as she hauled an unconscious and bleeding Shepard back under cover.
Something whistled through the air. She thought it looked like a missile, but she barely had time to throw her body over Shepard's before it hit the Cerberus compound. Everything went black.
A distance away, a figure lowered binoculars. She spoke Russian into a radio. "Direct hit. Moving in to confirm."
The Cerberus camp had been obliterated. Romanoff picked her way through the wreckage. One terrorist, German, by the look of him, twitched. She shot him in the chest. At the outskirts, she found the bodies of Americans and Ugandans. She let out a vicious curse. "We have a problem. There were American Marines here. Da. They're dead. We used a Cerberus missile."
Something moved, and she approached it cautiously. She tilted her head at the voice in her ear. "Nyet. No survivors."
Then, she knelt down, and broke out her first aide kit.