Hello everybody! So, this is a new story idea I wanted to try since I am in love with the INFAMOUS game series. This will be a Delsin Rowe/OC so any Delsin/Fetch shippers out there, I'm sorry but this is not the story for you. The story will take place around the time Delsin was left unconscious by Augustine. Anyway I hope you all like it and tell me if you think I should continue to add chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Infamous Second Son or Sucker Punch (unfortunately), but if I did Delsin would be real and together we would cause mayhem and Troy Baker would be my love slave.
PROLOGUE
One Year before the Military transport incident.
Walking down the brightly lit corridor, the thick soles of her boots made a soft thudding sound with each step across the concrete floor. She continued at an easy pace not allowing her eyes to wonder from the heavy metal doors decorated with only a plaque that read 'Director'.
Swallowing thickly and steeling her raging nerves the woman raise her fist to the door and knocked hard surface twice. She didn't have to wait long before a firm voice answered from the other side.
"Enter."
With a last calming breath, the woman took hold of the door handle and twisted it until she heard the click of lock sliding out of the jamb that signaled the metal door opening.
When she laid her eyes on the figure sitting behind the ornate desk, that was positioned in the middle of the room, she steeled herself not allowing any of the anxious emotions she was feeling play across her face.
Brooke Augustine nodded towards the still open door behind her, telling her without actually saying anything to shut it behind her. After shutting the door she walked up to the desk until the toe of her boot just barley touched it. The woman didn't say anything right away instead she stayed silent as she reached into the inner chest pocket of her jacket where she withdrew a stark white envelope. Placing the envelope on the desk before her, the woman straightened and clasped her hands behind her back, staring at the expressionless face of the D.U.P director.
"I'm turning in my resignation."
"What brought this on? You're one of my best soldiers. I'd hate to see you go." Augustine asked faking sincerity.
"At the risk of sounding cliché ma'am, it's not you it's me. With the military muscling in, I want to do something else with my life then spend my days hunting down Bio-terrorists. Hunting our own kind, just so I can bring them back here to Curdun Cay Station so your team of scientists can play god and experiment on them. I'm done. With this shit and with you, Augustine." The woman keeping her voice controlled almost as if she were talking about the weather rather them bad-mouthing her superior.
"I see. I'm sorry you feel that way and I understand that you want to cling to the small persistent little bit of humanity you have in you. However, I'm going to have to refuse your resignation." Augustine said as she folded her arms neatly on her desk, watching for the woman's reaction.
"Why's that?" the woman asked giving nothing that she was feeling away.
"As much as I would like to grant you your request as reward for all your loyalty to me these past 6 years, I simply can't let you leave. You can't be set free, because you're a Bio-Terrorist, Ms. Mercer. And it is my job to capture and detain the Bio-terrorist scum of this world." Augustine said as if she was explaining it to a 5 year old.
The woman reflected for a moment then her lips parted and she spoke with an cool calmness as she replied, "You'll never catch me. So, bring it on bitch."
***AN/ R&R