Book 1, Chapter 8 -- Blast from the Past
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We'd been on the Citadel for a day, and I was ready to order us back to the
Normandy
to move onto the next assignment when my world took a bizarre turn. Chora's Den didn't take long to reopen, and as it had proven to be a rather popular place to gather for drinks, and definitely to gain information, our team had chosen to head there for a few drinks. I was surprised the likes of Ashley agreed, though she said that, having been out with her friends from the 212 often enough, the sight of breasts nearby didn't faze her at all.
It was while we were walking towards the club that my world may have turned upside down, if I gave a shit, that is. Once he called out my name and our eyes met, I remembered him. One of my foot soldiers from when I ran with the Reds back on Earth. Well, not when I ran with. When I ran them. I simply wondered what he wanted, and more importantly, what he was doing on the Citadel.
"They told me it was you, but I didn't believe it. Shepard grew up and turned into a soldier."
I didn't recognise him straight away simply because it had been over a decade at least since I'd seen anyone from that time. Add to that, anyone I did know would now be an adult, and people definitely change over the course of a decade. "Who are you and why are you in my way?"
Leaning against the wall as he was, no doubt my abrupt manner riled him. He probably thought he was important to me. No-one from that time was. They were... a means to an end. Standing straight, he looked me in the eyes at least. "Name's Finch. Not surprised by the fact you don't remember me. Doubt you remember anyone. But I do remember that you ran the Tenth Street Reds." He smirked. "Yeah, doubt you'll say anything about that now. None of the vids that come out about the 'Heroic Commander Shepard' make mention of the fact he ran with a gang back on Earth."
I shrugged. "Most people, at least those important to me, know my past. I'm not ashamed of what I did. Call it a learning experience. You're obviously here for a reason, Finch. Spill it."
"Or I could just shoot him, Shepard," Wrex stated.
I gestured. "No, we won't do that just yet, Wrex. Call me intrigued."
"One of the Reds, Curt Weisman, got picked up by the turians. We'd like you to talk to the turian guard in the bar and get Curt out."
I'll admit, I laughed in his face. "What the fuck makes you think I'll agree to helping you out?"
"Laugh now, Shepard, but don't forget that, at one time, you were one of us. A Tenth Street Red. You weren't just one of us, you loved us. You led us. Some of those kids have now grown up and still wear the badge and colours. But now they look at the vids and wonder who you really were."
"I led you until the day a better opportunity came along."
"So we were what, a stepping stone?"
I shrugged. "If you want to see it that way."
"Should have known you were never true. But still, I'm sure there's an allegiance somewhere within. So what'll it be, Shepard? You going to help out a brother?"
I glanced back at my team, smirked, before I turned back towards Finch. "Of course, Finch!" I exclaimed, before I clocked him across the jaw. I didn't quite knock him out, but he certainly went down like a sack of spuds. Crouching down next to him as he spat out some blood, I could only add, "You are seriously fucking stupid for approaching me like this."
"You're going down, Shepard. Do your alien friends know what you're like? Fucking alien lover."
I hit him again, almost knocked him out before I stood up and dragged him up with me. "Maybe. Maybe not. But the Reds I remember running with didn't talk like that. Sure, we committed crimes, but we were not hateful. We simply survived, doing the best we could each day. If you're now involved in other things, then I'm glad I left."
"You always were a soft cunt," he exclaimed.
That earned him a headbutt into the face, which definitely knocked him out. As we were near Chora's Den, I figured that might relate to why Finch was hanging around, so I headed inside, carrying his unconscious body. I was eventually approached by a turian guard, who asked who he was. "Well, I'm Commander Shepard..."
"I know who you are, Commander."
"Oh, good. Well, in that case, this unconscious gentleman goes by the name of Finch. Before he ended up unconscious, he was trying to bribe me into having someone by the name of Curt Weisman released?"
"Weisman? Why the hell... Do you know what he's in for, Commander?"
"No."
"He's a xenophobe of the worst kind. We caught him trying to poison medical supplies that, if we hadn't caught him, would have ended up killing millions of turians."
"Where did you catch him?"
"Turian space. One of our colony worlds."
"Shit, I had no idea they had changed so much." I flung Finch to the floor. "Though I would dearly love to kill this worthless sack of shit, I think a lifetime behind bars would be better. Put him in one next to Weisman, let them suffer together. Ensure they are never released. I may have run with a gang before but we never stooped to that sort of barbarity."
"At your word, Commander. And thanks for handing over another, as you call it, sack of shit."
The guard picked up the unconscious Finch, slapping him until he woke up, before dragging him away. He looked back, yelling all manner of abuse in my direction. I simply returned a sarcastic wave, as whatever he yelled was ignored by all the other patrons. Only when they had disappeared did I turn to my team. "So, anyone have questions?"
"We know your history but only the official parts. Would you mind going into details?" Alenko asked.
I shrugged. "Sure. Let me get a round in and I can give you the nitty-gritty."
We grabbed a large booth at the back, though privacy wasn't possible. Once one of the scantily clad waitresses had delivered our drinks, immediately putting in another order so we wouldn't be thirsty, I opened the floor to questions. I assumed they knew the basics, so the first question Garrus asked was, "Were the Reds anti-alien?"