The Archangel.
2 weeks later.
Most folks had left Earth. As soon as the relays were operational again. They went back to their loved ones who had survived on other planets, not Garrus. He had a duty to the memory of his friend, of the man he went to hell and back for. At first, he considered going back into security. God knows people would’ve needed more police on the streets immediately following the Reaper War. Rebuilding would’ve never been easy, crime made it worse. Society had come back strong, crime was back along with it. One man Garrus had been tracking was a human, Hiroshi Takahashi. A drug lord operating in New York, so that was where he was on this lonely night away from his wife.
He remembered the ceremony clearly. It had been quick, everyone who was still around had made their way out. Even Liara, who was more of a recluse than anyone else on the ship. Even Joker, who’s self-perceived failure at Earth had sent him in a downward spiral. Garrus hated what had happened to them all, all broken in some way. But he couldn’t do anything about it, and he hated it.
Garrus moved across the rooftops of New York, deep blue armour and helmet adorning his avian body. Tonight would be the night he put a bullet in Hiroshi‘s neck. But for now he needed a good spot to take the shot, then he saw it. A communications tower with a perfect platform overlooking where the supposed drug deal would be happening. Garrus looked over to a nearby ladder up to the tower, running over to the ladder and climbing it. Soon reaching the top and pulling his Viper sniper rifle over his body. Looking down towards the alleyway where the deal was going to take place. In truth, there was no deal for Hiroshi. Garrus had used his contacts tocreate a trap for the drug lord. Hopefully it will pay off.
After ten long minutes. A car flew down, landing. Out walked the slim Japanese man. Dressed in a stylish tuxedo with a long chain around his neck. Garrus loaded his thermal clips and held his breath, as he pulled the trigger. Instantly blasting apart the mans skull with a single shot. But that was perhaps the easiest part of the night for Garrus, as a hail of gunfire rained down from above. Garrus quickly rolled backwards, as a long purple cloak floated behind the figure firing upon him from a nearby rooftop. Quickly moving back down the ladder. Garrus began to move across the rooftops, as gunfire rained down upon him. Before it stopped, allowing Garrus to arrive at the rooftop of a residential building. Taking his breath, before a voice cut though.
“Sinner! I have found him! His greatest companion and most egregious betrayer. The greatest of the Normandy next to the Saviour Angel himself! The Archangel!” Garrus turned around to look at his attacker. Wearing a repaired version of Shepard’s armour, with a long flowing purple cloak around him. Garrus merely put away his sniper rifle and put up his fists, “I’ve sinned a lot in my time. But I never betrayed Nathan.”
“Allow me to be the judge of that betrayer!” Said the mysterious figure as he charged forward towards the Turian. Fists raised as he threw the first blow, landing a punch on the helmet of Garrus. Before the Archangel fired back with two body punches to his aggressor. Going in for a third, the man grabbed Garrus’s arm and kneed him in the chest. Before elbowing him in the neck. Garrus pivoted and swept the leg, sending the zealot onto his back with a thud. Before laying into him with multiple punches to the head. The attacker grabbed Garrus by his avian neck. And tossed him to the other side of the rooftop. Garrus landing back first into a pole. As in a instant the maniac attacker is on top of him. Landing powerful punches to the head of the war hero. Garrus felt his helmet break, pieces of the powerful glass shattering. Garrus felt his stomach and face burn. But he had to keep fighting, he pulled a pistol from his armour. And quickly fired it into the chest of his attacker three times. Before getting up to his knees as the zealot was staggered. Pulling a piece of his helmet glass free and stabbing it into the neck of the man, a weak point in the armour. As blood began to spurt out of the wound. The zealot unleashed a mighty kick, sending Garrus crashing down off the building.
Garrus felt like he was in a freefall for all of two seconds, before landing on the hood of a hovercar. The pain he felt was intense, but he rolled off the hood with a cough of blood. Getting back to his feet with a limp, blood pouring down his face. He started limping away from the rooftop, and for what felt like hours but was really just five minutes he limped towards the nearby medical centre. Before collapsing in a heap behind a dumpster, the last thing he sees. Blue hands reaching out for him, and the outline of a green trenchcoat.