Chapter 2: CONNECTIONS
Delta had left Sinclair and the others to have their little discussion, he really didn't care what they were doing anyway. Delta slowly made his way to the Atlantic express terminal, he had something he felt he needed to do in Pauper's drop. There was a splicer absent-mindedly scratching the side of a wall with a hammer. Delta paid him no mind and continued to the terminal. Once he boarded the express he shut the entry doors and prepared to travel when he heard a loud -thump-. Outside the splicer from earlier was raking the hammer across the viewport screaming . Delta briefly wondered if he should deal with him before realizing it wasn't a significant problem. The express lurched forward as it began the circuit towards Pauper's drop. Delta ignored the slight trembling as the express started moving and he ignored when the splicer leapt in front of the express getting crushed to death in the process. And as the express began picking up speed his visor turned grey.
Sinclair had waited exactly two and a half minutes after delta left before he continued his discussion with Alex the Great and Sander Cohen. Cohen had laid down the basis of
the 'business proposition' Alex and him had. To put it bluntly they planned to take over the rest of rapture using their combined power. Sinclair had to suppress laughter at
this moment, he'd regarded them as just another couple of madmen in a city of madmen at first. But then Cohen had laid down the plan, and Sinclair had to admit it actually
seemed foolproof. The remaining splicer would be lost with nobody to lead them and would gradually decay back into feral psychopaths. Cohen felt , however, that they could
use their susceptibility to their advantage. Sinclair thought that it was one of the most common power-grabs he's ever heard of, and with a slight chuckle he realized just how
well it would work. The splicers would listen to anyone with enough confidence and power, plus if they could somehow get control of those pheromone distributers the city
would be theirs easily. Sinclair just hoped they could get it done in as short a period of time as possible lest some new heavy hitter take the reins from them.
"So what does this have to do with me?" Sinclair asked, Cohen just smirked an wagged a finger at him "Oh your going to like this next little tidbit" said Cohen
"My associate and I have come to agree that you should be considered the primary leader of this escapade" said Alex the Great. Sinclair raised an eyebrow "in short" said
Cohen "you'd basically have control over Rapture". Sinclair stared at the two of them dumbfounded, they were even more insane than he realized. The idea of controlling
Rapture with little to no resistance was very appealing however. He studied the two of them silently, Alex probably had some crazy reasoning behind this. But, what if Cohen
had talked him into it, then what was he getting out of this? Whatever the case Cohen seemed to be the orchestrator and if Sinclair knew business, which he did,
orchestrators always have their own agenda. "However" said Cohen as if on cue "I have a small condition that must be fulfilled" Sinclair sighed, he knew there'd be a price for
this. "I would like to be put in charge of the science division".
Now before he'd gone to Rapture he would have said 'yes' without hesitation, but now he knew what power science could create "what about him?" he said gesturing toward Alex the Great "oh him? he'll be the head of our security of course!" Cohen said
"Punishing workers who're slacking on the job" Alex said as his form shook once more. Sinclair had to admit, with his control over many forms of security they'd have some pretty good power. Sinclair had to think this through, obviously Cohen was trying to use both of them to accomplish something he couldn't do on his own. The real question was, is it worth being a pawn for control over Rapture?
Delta walked pass the fishbowl diner on his way to the Sinclair deluxe, a thuggish splicer was brutally beating a corpse with a pipe. As he reached the door that led to the walkway connected to the Deluxe Delta heard a scream. He turned to find the splicer charging toward him pipe held high "GIVE ME THE GODDAMN ADAM!" he yelled, just as he prepared to swing Delta bashed him back with his drill.
The splicer stumbled back drunkenly while hacking up blood as Delta pulled out his Rivet Gun. The splicer charged once more "I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR FAVORITE YOU BAS-" Delta silenced him with a Rivet to the face. Before the corpse even fell Delta was already continuing his journey to the Sinclair Deluxe. As he entered the Sinclair Deluxe he heard the PA system crackle to life "Tin daddy?" said Grace Holloway as he continued his trek through the deluxe " I thought you was topside with Eleanor, what happened?" with no way to communicate Delta gave low moan. "Are Eleanor and the girls okay?" asked Grace worried, Delta nodded "well that's a relief". After that Grace just watched silently as he trekked up the Deluxe, she had a feeling she knew what he was there for. Moments later he stood at the foot of Eleanor's bed staring down at it. At first Grace had planned to try and comfort the metal man but then she saw his viewport, grey and ominous. Usually big daddies show their emotions through the colors of their viewports but never had she seen or heard of one with a grey viewport. Grace pondered this as Delta stood like statue over his daughter's small bed.