[color=92278f][h2][center]Sicaria Velinian[/center][/h2][/color]
Following her original snarky statement and the reply she got from Anderson, she could see everyone was starting to wrap up their mission.  The theft of the data was completed with an audible beep from Rayes' Omni-Tool, meaning they just had to extract from the area now.  It was gonna be another walk back to the main tunnel, hopefully one with a little action now, opposed to the largely uneventful journey over.  Little did she know, she would get her wish.

One of the older scientists, probably the elder of the bunch, had set off an alarm while her back was turned, and Anderson was on him faster than she could even follow through with her earlier threat.  She had even put away her shotgun and activated her right Omni-Blade with a flick of her wrist similar to how one would draw a switchblade, fully intent to lop the man's finger off.  However, the Spectre seemed to sort him out as he explained what he had done, almost as if the reality of the situation hadn't even come close to hitting him yet.  [color=92278f]"Ugh, fucking... we've gotta move fast if we wanna live.  We should leave them behind, they're bait anyway."[/color]  She was almost certain she got some suspicious looks because of her eagerness to kill off anyone associated with Cerberus, but she knew that everyone in the organization was either indoctrinated or horribly corrupt.  In her eyes, anyway.  Without another word, she deactivated the weapon on her wrist as the first of the husks found its way to them.

[color=92278f]"Right, let them snack on the bodies while we retreat.  I'm okay with this."[/color]  Taking up the rear with the Quarian Rol'Narris, the infiltration squad moved out via the main door, zombies hot on their heels at the scent of fresh flesh.  Underneath the professionalism she had on, Sicaria was reliving a vivid memory of Palaven from the Reaper Invasion...

[i]Her squad had been sent in to clear out a tunnel the Reapers had been using to funnel troops to the front lines.  Some had suspected that they had even been using them to drag away bodies and set them up to be indoctrinated on Dragon's Teeth... where humans came up with that name was a mystery to her, maybe it had something to do with their mythology.  It was irrelevant at this point, those horrifying spikes were enough to make a Krogan cringe on the best of days.  It took around an hour of careful movement and idle banter for this crew to find a space where the foxhole opened up, and the sight was enough to make Sicaria bend over and dry heave.

She was used to the realities of war at this point, she had seen people of all races get blown apart by biotics, shredded by turrets, and even killed by drug addictions.  But impalement?  That was a new one, especially when half of the victims were still alive.  With the click of flashlights, faces of agony came into view.  Some were contorted in pain, and others peaceful with the blessing of death, though one stood out.  [color=92278f]"Procnus... who did this to you?"[/color]  The pain was evident in the girl's voice, Procnus had been the captain of her Cabal squadron since she had been assigned to it.  Sure, he was a hardass, but he had been a phenomenal leader up until the Reapers hit the Turian homeworld.  Around then, he had gone missing... and this is where he had ended up.

[color=a0410d]"S-Sicaria..?  I told y-you to never... ugh... come after me i-if I went MIA..."[/color]  It was clear the aging Turian was in great pain, every word was choked out with blood escaping his mouth and running up into his eyes.  There was one thing to do, really.  Everyone in the room was beyond saving, that was clear.  Their internals had likely already been replaced with synthetic material, all that was left to do was for the sweet embrace of death to take them.

Bitter tears ran down the girl's face while one of her Omni-Blades flashed on.  [color=92278f]"I'm sorry, Captain..."[/color][/i]

She snapped back to reality to find a wave of husks advancing on her and the team already down the hall.  She shook her head and readied her Wraith, backpedaling rapidly to catch up and firing shots indiscriminately into the crowd of husks that gave chase.  For the vast majority of the run back to the entrance, she followed behind the squad taking shots at anything that was both cybernetic and mindless all while protecting lives that she deemed utterly worthless.

At some point, they arrived back with the diversion team, much to the Turian's delight.  Sure, it wasn't hard to freeze and floor reanimated dead, but there came a point where one ran out of thermal clips, and she was starting to near that point from her reckless firing into the mob.  To her credit, it had been effective to an extent.  Though now, while she stood in the choke point, the pressure was starting to fall onto her as the cybernetic freaks inched closer and closer with each reload.  By the time one actually got onto the Turian, the human with prosthetic arms jumped in and blocked off the rest of the mess from getting to them.  Meanwhile, Sicaria threw the beast to the ground and knelt, shoving the sharp end of an Omni-Blade into its skull before standing back up.  She then keyed in on the talk of deliberately collapsing the tunnel to either kill or forever trap the remaining Reaper units.

[color=92278f]"That's a good a plan as any.  I say we do it, though we'll have to not take out the city above us at the same time."[/color]  She cracked her neck before swapping her nearly-empty shotgun for the largely unused Phaeston, sights already training on one of the husks pounding on Salissa's shield.