It was more than a maze so far within the Shadow Broker's lair. Shepard, Garrus and I have already staged relentless assaults within the massive ship; surviving its exterior's defenses under the relentless torrents high in the clouds, and clearing out the hordes of mercenaries all under the allegiance of the Shadow Broker. It was only a matter of time before we, before I, could finally confront the Shadow Broker.

Finally, one more hallway before what should be the Shadow Broker's personal quarters. Turning a corner into the hall, the three of us came to a quick stop, immediately reaching for our weapons and pointing ahead to the sudden presence, which was... you? A kid. Rather, a young mercenary, by the looks of it, but way short of their supposed level, especially this close to the Shadow Broker. They looked out of place, or at the very least not expecting us to be here so quickly.

— Don't move. I spoke firmly, stepping ahead of Shepard and towards you.

— It's three of us against you.

It was confusing. Neither of us could confirm what we were seeing. It had to be some kind of trap. A stalling one perhaps. Shepard went ahead to check a nearby bucket of water where a mop was drenched inside. Garrus behind us stayed firm with his rifle kept straightly pointed at you.

— You're also with the Shadow Broker?