Spector

Unexpected Acquisition

Omaha, a highly modified ship similar to the Normandy II slid through the inky blackness of space toward a secure Spector safe house on Mars' moon Phoebus. "On" was a misnomer, the interior of the moon was now a complex system of shafts, inhabited mostly by low level criminals. It was commonly called 'The Omega of the Sol System' since contact was made with The Citadel.

Phoebus wasn't my idea of a vacation, far from it.  Institute 6 had started raiding cargo vessels leaving the Sol System, and every attack was preceded by an encrypted burst transmission from an unknown source on this moon.  Earth Intelligence Service didn't have any other leads, so I was sent to investigate the source of these transmissions. Omaha touched down in a secure landing bay, sensor suite active and scanning for threats. Nothing, not even rodents. Alone in the safe house, I departed, gear in tow.

Before landing, I had deployed several scanning probes on Phoebus' surface to locate the node used to transmit the burst. Now I would do the same inside the bustling, crime infested moon. Subtle wasn't the word any sentient would use to describe my armor, but it would keep the riff raff away. A highly modified N7 armor package with built in exo would let me stand up to all but the largest Krogan warrior. A heavily modified Avenger assault rifle, nearly silent except at impact, mag locked over my right shoulder and an M-98 Black Widow anti-material rifle on the left. I looked the part of a high priced mercenary, out of place here, but less conspicuous than a Spector.

After gearing up, I made my way to the housing ward, leaving small probes along the way in abandoned and burned out buildings. A large warehouse just inside the housing ward was my next stop. It looked abandoned, and was silent as a grave until I entered. A few Vorcha in Blue Suns gear exited a hallway to my right, apparently shocked a lone human would ever enter their turf. "What's this garbage in our warehouse?" The leader drew an old Katana shotgun and the other three followed suit. I stood in their midst, un moved. "Spector business, be on your way." My tone was even, but dripped with venom, I never liked Vorcha. They all cackled at that, I didn't look the part. The leader took a step forward, within reach of my Omniblade. "You leave without fancy suit and guns, we let you live human."

They were far too confident in their numbers, and stepped closer still. "Last chance Vorcha." The calm in my voice would be unnerving to most humans in a situation like this, but Vorcha aren't particularly smart. "You die now!" The leader screeched as he raised his shotgun, but far too slowly at this range. The Omniblade on my left gauntlet sang as head was liberated from body, my right hand already had my rifle up on the next target. A burst of slugs, silent as Death himself struck the next in the throat as a third, panicked, shooting the falling corpse of their leader. My left gauntlet closed over the fourths right wrist as another burst caught the panicked Vorcha in the skull. Twisting with superhuman strength, I could feel the last Vorcha's wrist break and his Katana fall to the ground. He shrieked as I put my rifle back into its rightful place. "I warned you." My right gauntlet closed over the Vorcha's throat, squeezing until another terrible crunch signaled his end. I placed the last sensor neatly hidden away in the rafters, and settled in to wait.

The wait was long, but not terribly. Nine hours after the Vorcha attacked me, a highly encrypted burst transmission was sent from a small clinic on the outskirts of the housing ward to a comm array near the southern most of my surface probes. The probe was able to jam the array from the surface, and I began moving to the clinic. When I arrived, I exaggerated a limp in my left leg and sat in the only chair in the lobby before taking off my helmet. A chime announced my arrival into the small building, and a few minutes later, a stunning woman came to the front through the only other door in the lobby. "Can I help you sir?" She sounded young for a doctor, maybe 25. Short blonde hair covered her left eye, and a white and red medical body suit covered her from the neck down. "I think I broke something in my foot on my last job. I already got Omnigel injected, but it's killing me." The pain in my voice sounded very real, and she gestured to the exam room behind her.

She followed me into the room as I limped along carrying my helmet in my right hand. Inside, a multi purpose exam table took up the center of the room with cabinets and a state of the art communication terminal on the far wall. "How exactly did you injure your foot? Where does it hurt?" The doctor was very professional, and concerned with my fake injury. My reply caught her very of guard, "I'm a Spector investigating a very prolific criminal enterprise on Phoebus, I kicked a rather hard headed Krogan engaging them in the red light district." Her expression went blank for a moment as she took a quick look at her terminal. That was all the confirmation I needed, and my hand shot out, grabbing a first full of blonde hair. She squealed as I held her at arms length.  "You're going to answer some questions for me about Institute 6."

There was some fight in her as I reached for an auto injector in the thigh compartment of my armor, but I was able to inject the paralytic into the meat of her ass before long. Gradually, I felt her go limp, eyes open but refusing to focus. I laid her on the floor as I connected her terminal to the AI on Omaha. In minutes, I had the contents, time log, and encryption code used to send the burst transmissions from Phoebus. I didn't need her for anything else, but Omaha was empty but for me. She would be good company for the rest of my mission. I let my pack slide from my shoulder, inside I had an "extraction pack" with various restraints, along with a large neatly folded duffel bag. Scanning her Omnitool before removing it from her, I learned her name. Kimberly Daniels M.D. she was on Phoebus for about 5 months, 4 of which had attacks on cargo vessels. "What a coincidence," I looked at her from the corner of my eye.

I carefully cut her medical suit away from her slender body, noting her pierced nipples and clit, "What a naughty girl, Kimmie." She could still feel, even though she was paralyzed, so I decided to make the trip back to Omaha memorable for her. One perk to being a black ops Spector was the 'no questions asked' aspect. From deeper in my pack i took a vibrating dildo and butt plug, along with a weighty pair of nipple clamps. The clamps fitted easily enough, but Kimmie's pussy was very tight. I liberated some medical grade lubricant from the cabinets at the back of the room, coating the plug first, before easing it into her tight rosebud. I thrust the dildo in more easily, taking a moment to pull it out again before seating it fully. A length of paracord formed a crotch rope to hold her new toys in place. A tight sensory deprivation hood followed with a built in inflating gag. The built in collar could only be unlocked with my Omnitool. Last, I placed fist mitts over each of her hands, cuffs on each ankle and thigh, and folded her neatly, securing the cuffs together, ankles to thighs and wrists to her collar,  and zipped her into the bag.