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Jack took cover behind a broken pillar as bullets exploded around him. Two leadhead splicers had him pinned down, and were now advancing on him with their machine guns. Jack blindfired with his own gun, but the only result was´wo round slamming into his chest and knocking him to the ground. Luckily, the Big Daddy suit he just recently donned protected him from any serious damage.

The splicers saw he was hit, and now began to target the Little Sister he was guiding. The small, fragile form was preoccupied with extracting ADAM from a corpse, and took no notice of the gunfire.

"Look Mr. Bubbles, it's an angel," cried the little one. The splicers were almost to her now.

Jack³crambled back under cover, and peeked out just enought to see the enemy's feet. He readied an©ncinerate plasmid.

"Just a little closer..."

The Little Sister finally acknowledged the splicers, and began to cry out.

"Almost there..."

The splicers abandoned all caution as their desire for the ADAM grew ever stronger. They rushed in carelessly©n a wild attempt to overtake Jack and the treasure he gaurded. They didn't notice the oil covering the ground until it was too late.

"Now!"

Jack sprang out and fired the plasmid. The fireball ignited the petrolium, catching the splicers in its blaze. The two firey forms threw down their weapons, and¤oce into the nearby pool of water. Jack switched to his electo-bolt plasmid, and gave the water one short charge, frying the two splicers.

"Damn, these two were tough. And they just keep getting stronger..."

Jack shook the thought from his head and followed the Little Sister who had now moved across the carnage. The Little Sister opened the door, bringing them one step closer to Atlas. The radio crackled with the all too familiar voice.

"I really had you going with that family bit, didn't I kid?" teased Fontaine. "Oh, my sweet Veruca! Gone forever! Oh my sweet baby Patrick!" Fontaine laughed.

Jack didn't. "You're sick, you know that? Did you just do it for kicks and giggles?"

Fontaine didn't answer the question, but instead, kept on mocking Jack. "Maby I will have a family some day kid. But first, I have to kill you."

Silence filled the air as both men grew�empty of words. Jack galnced down at the Little Sister again. Suddenly, a question burned in his mind, a question that seemed to make all of the difference as to whether Jack would succeed or fail.

"Hey Atlas. You still there?"

"What do ya want now kid?" Fontine was obviously annoyed.

"The Little Sisters. Why did you let me choose? Why didn't you just say 'would you kindly harvest them and leave the bodies to rot?' Why didn't you take control?"

Fontaine chuckled. "I just wanted to know who you really were, kid. It was an itch I had to scratch."

Jack smiled. "Mark my words Atlas, that's going to cost you dearly."

"We'll see soon enough if it does," Fontaine spat. The radio crackled and died.

Jack moved forward, every step bringing him closer to the inevitable final battle that he knew would come.

"Yeah. We'll see..."