User:Chaoswolf75/Scrapyard/Mass Effect: Icarus

Chapter 0: Prelude
''A lone man sitting in a small office room lights up a cigar and opens up a computer terminal. He enables a recording device and relaxes back in his chair''

Man: "2184. What a year it has been already. First the Eden Prime war ends, then we find the galaxy's new vermin, the Vorcha, essentially the galaxy-wide rat, and then our great hero, Commander Shepard gets KIA in a geth attack. But that's not what I'm interested in right now. Picked up a lead a while ago, purely by chance or fault, on something named the "Icarus Program". The information was scrambled, but there were mentions of Horizon, and a "Subject 064". I decided I shall pass the lead on to... A gunshot is heard in the distance ...Herk... bleagh"

The man collapses, clutching his chest and landing on the floor, blood covering his clothes and desk. He struggles and pants for a bit before expiring.

Chapter 1: Why?
12 hours later

''The room is being investigated. Digital tape corners off the room to anyone without authorization. A finely dressed investigator, Frank Hagan is taking notes on an old paper notepad using an ink pen, tools considered relics by modern standards. He is finely shaven, and very well washed. He has short brown hair, a very common trait from his area of Scotland.Another investigator joins him, a somewhat short man with a an unkempt beard and a permanently furrowed brow and a hat shadowing his face. He scratches his cheek with his thumb, drawing attention to an obvious scar on the right side of his face.''

Investigator 2: "Investigator Bryan Wilks, LAPF. I'm here t-"

The other man draws his attention from his notepad

Frank:: "LAP...F? Is it not LAPD?"

Bryan: "The higher-ups decided to change it to "force" as they believe it's more intimidating to criminals. As you can see here, it isn't."

Frank: "Hmph. Well, obvious case here. Guy was sitting smoking a cigar, all of a sudden, blam, shot through the chest. The wound is rather... neat, for a sniper rifle. Definitely shot his heart out, but I'm lost as to what kind of rifle was used for the job. Look around"

Frank notions his hand around the room

Frank: "No bullet hole, not even an entry wound or an exit wound, and there's this strange white liquid inside his chest cavity, allow me to show you"

''Frank notions Bryan over to the corpse and kneels down next to it. He notions his pen at the wound. Bryan notices the white liquid towards the side of the wound, before being distracted by a bleeping coming from the computer terminal''

Bryan: Hmm, hey, what's this?

''Both men stand up and examine it. Bryan touches the screen, the man's log plays''

Frank: Horizon... Subject 064... Oh boy, I gotta leave. Clean this up for me, willya?

Frank leaves abruptly, leaving a confused Bryan behind

Bryan: Oh... for fuck's sa-

He is interrupted by the stench of smoke