Today was not going as planned.Already annoyed at Jack being Jack,the Luteces' had obviously just had to add yet another layer to thier complicated plan.Read:lies.
All Ryan wanted to do was sit down and probably clear his throat from all the fake Irish accents he had done recently.Seriously,how was pretending Jack was his son ever actually going to do anything but make the little bastard mad.He really did hate those bloody twins.
And then came a knock.Always with the bloody knocking,and then they wondered why he usually kept people at arms length.Muttering to himself,he strode over to the door and almost threw it open in his visitors faces.
Fontaine was at the door,blinking rapidly and making apologetic faces at him,which was very unusual for him.Behind him were Booker and Elizabeth DeWitt.Behind even them,smirking,were the Lutece twins.
Barstards.