Author's Note: I don't own any of these (all characters, some places, etc.) With the Songs of New Beginnings coming on well, I've been thinking about writing another on the Infinite verse and with another DLC coming up (watched the trailer yet?) So, I scraped up some time and got this piece together.

You may remember this from the bonus promo chapter I stuck into my other Infinite fanfic.

Here goes.

Eight Lives

Prologue

Year 2013, Fink Industries Incorporated

"Y'know with all the running we've been doing, those guys never seem to quit", Booker yelled past the thundering barks of gunshots. If Fitzroy had been right, they were in deeper waters than they had thought though he wasn't going to put that much money on one woman's word.

Turning around, he caught Anna's attention.

"Care to do the honours?" he gestured at the men. The woman flicked away stray strands of hazel coloured curls from her face.

"Damn well I do", she said through gritted teeth. "Make some I can use".

"Sure", he winked, flashing out his Sig and started shooting through the fray. This time, it wasn't for distraction. Booker would've have been through a phase once where he didn't favour killing without a reason. Apparently, he did feel sorry for those who didn't quite deserve to die in such a fashion. Now, it was different. These goons had hurt the people, especially the people he'd cared for the most. This time it was personal.

"Your turn!" Booker ducked aside, letting her take over.

"Hell, yeah!" She crowed, raising a hand. The dead bodies rose, attacking their companions. More screams and gunfire ensued. It gave them time to finish the remainder of Fink's hired goons. Once the dust and blood settled, he watched over her as she did a once over the dead bodies of the guards.

"You haven't gone rusty, not a bit", Booker remarked. He had never known that she was capable of such a feat. Once she took on only small time jobs-raising the dead takes a heavy toll on someone even if it was for the purpose of giving closure to loved ones. So, that old carnie trick weren't getting old.

Or was Fitzroy right when she said that he was just getting sentimental.

"Found it", she showed him one of the key cards that some of the security carried around. If they were going to carry out a rescue mission, it would make sense if they did it better than the next guy. He was pretty sure that Comstock might want his adopted daughter back once word gets around of the girl's abilities. That's why Anna was involved, he wouldn't have had brought his case to her unless it was personal, for the both of them.

"That's what you get for all the skeletons in the closet", he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair.

Before he could take a further step, she placed a hand against his chest. "You know she's hardly a skeleton. She's a person, Booker, unless you need Daisy to give you a lecture on human rights-and, frankly, you don't want her to get started on the touchy bits".

"Fine by me. We'll get past this together eventually", he told her confidently.

"Yeah, and she's going to ask a whole lot of questions. Don't you think we've got more explaining to do than Comstock?" Anna asked. "We do need to face the truth".

"Are you sure you're not channelling Fitzroy?" he smirked.

"Slate was right about you, you know", she was already walking away from him, her back turned away to hide her expression that might betray her emotional state to him.

"Right about what?" he shot back.

"That you're never a changed man, Booker DeWitt, not after everything that have happened".

Author's Note: Curious? … Or Curiouser?