Willoffire123: You'll never guess what I'm doing while I'm typing this.

Eugene: Saving Conduits?

Fetch: Busting Drug Lords?

Delsin: Tagging as many buildings as possible?

Reggie: Where the hell are we?

Willoffire123: Well at least SOMEONE here has common sense. Reggie, I have no idea where we are.

Reggie: Who ARE you?

Willoffire123: Can you not read the text boxes? The name's Willoffire123! Now shut up and let Eugene do his thing!

Eugene: What thing?

Willoffire123: The thing we practiced.

Eugene: Oh yeah! Willoffire123 doesn't own inFAMOUS.

Willoffire123: Splendid! On with the chapter!

Fetch

Seattle was always known for being a rainy place.

Fetch Walker didn't know what it was that made Seattle have such terrible weather, but like clockwork, the rain came at least twice a week.

Like that day, for example.

It hadn't been a particularly interesting day. Fetch had decided she wanted to learn how to fish, so she made her way down to the docks to rent a boat and a pole. Sadly, the shriveled old man that smelled like grease and fish refused to let her rent a boat without a fishing license. Normally, Fetch would have gladly stolen what she needed instead, but she wasn't about to make a scene, not when the D.U.P were out looking for her.

The Department of Unified Protection was kind of like the police force, but they were sworn to defend the public against special people.

Fetch smiled to herself. Sitting down on the edge of the docks, she concentrated and flicked a ball of neon light into the water with her fingers. The ball sank to the bottom, attracting a school of curious fish.

Yeah, people like Fetch.

Fetch was known as a conduit; someone who could harness and manipulate a certain element or force. Hers was neon.

The D.U.P didn't like people like her. Their job was to round up people like her and lock them up in their special prison called 'Curden Cay'.

Fetch had been there before, and she definitely preferred freedom. So no, she did not want to cause a scene with the harbor master; she was going to keep her head down.

"Fetch!"

"Abigail!"

Damn, it wasn't working.

She turned from her fascinating contemplation of her fish to find Eugene jogging to meet her. Eugene may have been a scrawny nerd, but that scrawny nerd was a conduit with the power of video. She'd seen what he could do back when they were still cellmates in Curden Cay, and knew that same scrawny nerd was perfectly capable of leveling all of Seattle.

With him, to her surprise, was Reggie Rowe, the normal cop who wanted to lock her up.

"What do you want, Eugene?" she demanded. "And how the hell do you know him?"

Reggie transferred his gun to his jacket pocket, protecting it from the rain. "Here isn't a good place to discuss this," said cop-man. "We're too exposed."

"But...it's raining," said Eugene.

"You're confusing rain with fog," said Reggie. "This is the kind of thing no one can overhear."

"Have it your way," said Fetch. She didn't have anything better to do, anyway; she might as well see what cop-man and gamer nerd wanted. "Eugene, the roof of that apartment complex there."

"I got you," said Eugene. First checking for any signs of the D.U.P, Eugene transformed into his winged-angel, warlord, thing, Fetch wasn't really sure what it was, and soared to her chosen rooftop.

She grabbed Reggie by the arm. "You better not barf on me."

"What-," started Reggie.

She didn't let him finish, turning both of them into pure neon as she light dashed up to the rooftop to meet Eugene.

Reggie staggered, but regained his composure fairly quickly.

"DON'T," he started. "Do that again without warning."

"Chicken," Fetch snorted. "Anyway, what do you two want? I'm a busy girl."

She wasn't, really, but it was always good to make people think that she was busier than she actually was.

"It's Delsin," Eugene blurted.

Fetch blinked. Delsin Rowe was the new conduit in her life with the power of smoke. Technically it wasn't his power by birth, but he could absorb the powers of other conduits.

What Fetch wouldn't give to be able to fly like Eugene, or even to have his machine-gun video blast.

But that was beside the point. Delsin was Reggie's younger brother. The two had arrived in Seattle almost two weeks ago, when Delsin had revealed how he'd absorbed the power of smoke from Hank, Fetch and Eugene's other cellmate, and come with Reggie to Seattle to save their Native American tribe, the Akomish.

That still didn't explain Eugene though.

"Eugene, how do you know Delsin?" asked Fetch, slowly backing up.

"Fetch, you can still trust me!" he insisted.

"You'd better," said Reggie. "Because if what he's saying is true, much as I loathe to admit it, Delsin's in trouble and I need your help to save my brother."

Fetch sighed. She already missed her boring day. "Alright, Eugene. Why don't you start from the beginning?"

Delsin

Delsin Rowe was a proud person.

He took pride in his family. He took pride in his art. He especially took pride in his powers.

But as he watched his enormous D.U.P opponent crumble to the ground while he was ready to collapse, and he saw Brooke Augustine, the concrete conduit at the head of the D.U.P, advancing on him, he began to think that maybe he was in over his head.

Just a little bit, though.

"So I know I lied about the whole neon thing," he told her, attempting an air of non-chalance. "But look, it would save both of us a lot of time if you would just let me leech a little power off you. Then, you'll never have to see me again."

The red-haired demon chuckled. "You want me to just give you my power?"

"Well, not enough to destroy bridges, but enough to pull the concrete daggers out of my friends, yeah!" Delsin said hotly.

Oh bad move, Delsin, bad move.

"I have a better idea," said Augustine. With a flick of her hand, Delsin's leg was encased in concrete, the concrete spreading quickly up his right side. "Since you'd be useless to me back in your little hovel, how about you stay here, with me?"

Delsin tried to remain calm. He knew that as soon as he showed her any sign of weakness, she'd already won. And so, even though his situation looked bleak, he retained his mask of composure. "I think I liked my idea better."

And with his remaining arm, he lunged for Augustine's hand. But with the entire right side of his body being encased in concrete, mobility was proving more and more difficult. She avoided his grab easily, instead grabbing his arm.

"Delsin, you disappoint me," she said coldly. Delsin howled in pain as she jammed a concrete dagger through his hand. Delsin was in so much pain that he barely noticed more D.U.P agents surrounding them faster than the concrete encasing his body. One of them snapped something around his neck.

"What did you just do to me?" he growled. By now, the concrete was up to his neck. Yup, his plans for escape were looking pretty bleak.

"I made you more compliant," said Augustine. Whatever they'd put on his neck, Delsin couldn't see it anymore; the concrete had encased everything except his face now.

He didn't want to die like Hank did.

But was he dying? Augustine seemed to want him alive for something.

Dying, kidnapping, both seemed pretty similar to him at that moment.

The real frustrating part, in Delsin's opinion, anyway, was that Augustine was the last face he saw. She got right in his, saying "I think, given time, you'll come to love your new home, Delsin Rowe."

Then, the concrete covered his face, leaving Delsin alone with his pain in his concrete prison.

Eugene

When Eugene saw Augustine and her troops load Delsin up into their convoy and drive into Augustine's heavily-fortified, conduit-proof, concrete bridge-point base before his angel could swoop in and fly Delsin to safety, he cursed. He even banged a fist on his precious keyboard.

Then, he calmed down enough to think. Delsin Rowe was too important to remain with Augustine. Besides the fact that no conduit should ever have to go through what Eugene did when in her prison, Delsin Rowe had the power to get the public, normal people to like him, and that couldn't go to waste.

But what was he to do?

Eugene glanced at a screen showing week-old footage of a Delsin sighting. Delsin sprinted down the street with another Native-American man. The man had a pistol strapped to his waist and a sheriff's badge on his arm.

Reggie Rowe, the computer said. Delsin's older brother.

Eugene slung his backpack over his shoulder and climbed out of his den. He had a house call to make.

Reggie

Reggie still felt numb from the first time Eugene had told him the story while at Reggie's gunpoint, but hearing it again still didn't hurt any less.

"Well, you wanted my help, now you got it," said Abigail. "D's never been in prison before; we need to get him out of there before he's seriously fucked up."

"Trust me, Abigail," Reggie said pointedly, making her scowl. "My brother's been in and out of prison ever since he turned 18."

"Hey, powerless," said Abigail. "Do you want us to save him, or not?"

"I'm just saying that I know my brother better than either of you," Reggie insisted. "And he has been in prison before."

"Not Curden Cay," Eugene said darkly.

Reggie's heart sank. Of course the prison built for meta-humans would be more dangerous than the precinct in Salmon Bay, why didn't he make the connection?

To Abigail's credit, she tried to remain optimistic. "We don't necessarily know he's been taken there."

"Fetch, you know as well as I do that Augustine would want a conduit as powerful as Delsin right under her nose to make sure she doesn't lose him," said Eugene.

"I never said he wasn't going to Curden Cay," said Abigail.

"But we need to evaluate all possibilities here," Reggie picked up, earning a grateful look from Abigail.

At that moment, Reggie's phone rang. Reggie told the other two to give him a moment, so he moved to the other side of the roof and looked at the caller ID.

It was Betty.

Some part of him had been secretly hoping for it to be Delsin, but he now knew the odds of that to be second to none. He sighed, and answered the call.

"Hi Betty."

"Reggie, dear! How are you?" Betty said warmly. "Are you having fun? The last time I called, Delsin said the two of you were at the Space Needle."

Reggie gulped. It killed him to have to lie to Betty, the woman who took them in when her daughter and son-in-law, Reggie and Delsin's parents, were killed in a bio-terrorist accident.

But he had to. If he didn't, he'd be forced to return to the tribe without Delsin.

That wasn't an option.

"Yeah! We're having so much fun. We're down on the docks now. Delsin said he needed Wifi for something so he said he was going to the cafe down the street."

"So Delsin does have his phone?" asked Betty, suddenly sounding worried. "I tried calling him, but there was no answer."

"His phone's been dead all day, Betty," said Reggie, ashamed of his own skill at lying to a woman he called family. "The café has computers; he said he needed to use one."

"Oh, okay," said Betty, sighing in relief. "That makes sense. He's probably waiting for an e-mail. Today's the big day, after all."

Reggie frowned. "Am I missing something here?"
He heard Betty gasp. "Oh, I wasn't supposed to say anything! Delsin wanted it to be a surprise."

"He wanted what to be a surprise?" demanded Reggie.

"I must say, when I first called Delsin and said that I'd submitted an application for him, he was very upset. But after a while, he seemed to really like the idea!"

"Betty," Reggie said patiently. "What idea?"

Betty sighed. " I suppose the cat's out of the bag now, anyway. But you'll have to ask Delsin yourself, dear. He made me promise not to tell you until he'd heard back from them and made up his mind. But when you do, tell Delsin they said they're willing to give him one, but they want a portfolio of his work."

Reggie was very confused, but he promised Betty he would relay the message and he hung up.

"Who was that?"

The two bio-terrorists had slowly edged their way towards him while he was on the phone with Betty.

"None of your business," said Reggie, then, seeing the looks on their faces, added "Just family."

"You know," said Eugene. "You and Delsin seem to be able to find each other with your phones pretty easily."

"Yeah, we have a GPS link," said Reggie. Then it hit him.

"So our first step is to find Delsin's phone," said Abigail, picking up on their train of thought.

"Oh that's easy," said Eugene. "It's probably still on the bridge where she grabbed him."

"Let's get moving," Reggie said grimly. "And this time, I'm going with Eugene."

Willoffire123: This is a bad idea.

Reggie: I get the feeling you say that a lot. And what the hell'd you do with my brother?

Willoffire123: Hey! I didn't do it! Augustine did! And you know that if Eugene hadn't gotten there in time in the game, Delsin's arrest would totally be cannon.

Augustine: Delsin insists on me saying that would never happen.

Reggie: Give back my brother!

Willoffire123: That will have to wait.

Augustine: Until next time, then.