frenchmilkshake:

Milk dandered towards a hall where he had planned to meet Krys. They were going to make a Cerberus agent/informer pay for what they had done. But truth be told, Milk knew that some form of reality had to be smacked into the inhabitants of the Citadel. They were living in a fantasy world - a world of pure make-believe. In the two weeks since arriving on the Citadel, the war was something that was mentioned only in passing - it was as if it wasn’t going on. It was as if galactic extinction was a prime-time slot on an extranet show presented by the bimbo Diana Allers.The Presidium was still in its prime. People bought and traded. Gossiped and hung out. Drank copious amounts of coffee and watched inordinate amounts of porn. It baffled the normally laid-back and understanding Frenchmen. Cerberus may have killed hundreds of people, and Milk may not have agreed with it, but at least they had stirred the shells of men and women of every species into action. 

He nodded at a salarian as he made his journey towards it destination. He rifled through his pocket and took out a cigarette - a bad habit he had picked up from a kind Irishman who now lived in the docks on the Citadel. Milk made occasional trips down to talk to him and give him food and drink. He made a mental note to make sure he was well-stocked up before Milk was shipped out. Especially as he did not know if he would be coming back and if he did, in what condition he would be in. He pushed the thoughts from his head as he lit up his cigarette and took a drag in and exhaled. The dark smoke floating around his head before disappearing into nothingness. Quite a metaphor, Milk thought and chuckled. He yawned as he arrived. He stubbed the cigarette out on his hand as he waited for Krys. He wasn’t well armed - he was just carrying a Carnifex. A heavy pistol - but it did its job and did it well.

He heard footsteps coming down the stairs directly adjacent to him. He crooked his neck up. It was Krys. “Bonjour, mademoiselle.” He said with a smile. He motioned for her to follow him. “He’s in there.” He pointed to the C-Sec building, “but I’m assuming you knew that.” He looked around. The street was empty almost. “How shall we tackle this? It’s your game, bébé.”

Keeping her expression as impassive as possible, Krys nodded to the Frenchman and followed him as he’d requested silently. The smell of cigarette smoke still lingered about him. “I’m not sure why you’re helping me, but I couldn’t really do this on my own,” she said. “And you’re Alliance. I’m sort of obligated to trust you given past experiences.” While Krys didn’t want to go into details about that last statement, the memory did make her lips pout slightly in thought. She had an idea.

“I can hack security for the interrogation room if you can distract the desk clerk for a minute. Just make sure he doesn’t look at the door.” She kept her voice low, for obvious reasons. “C-Sec is stretched thin, after all, so there won’t be any guards after the door since there’s only one way in.” The plan was simple enough. It usually was. The real issue was if they plan would go without a hitch. She’d done things like this before—mostly sweeps of museums and other historical hot spots to gather information—but nothing involving the murder of a Cerberus operative inside of the Citadel. Krys stepped aside as a volus hobbled down their path before moving head to catch up with Milkshake. 

Even if hitting this one mole didn’t make a dent in Cerberus’s plans, it was enough for Krys to be able to take one of those bastards down. There were numerous children out there who had also been a part of the horrid splinter group’s biotic experiments. There were also a lot of children who didn’t survive those same tests that would never be remembered. Like a lot of kids who were taken at a young age, she had no solid identity. It was as if they wanted blank pages they could write on to suit their needs. That is exactly what they’d done. She was molded into a powerful biotic with barrier skills that had been unmatched at Grissom Academy—not even by the teachers. But now that she was older and had nothing to lose, Cerberus was going to pay for the family she never knew. They could be dead or alive and she’d never know. There was nothing to know.

She shook herself out of her thoughts. “… I appreciate this.”