Later that week Trent and Pen were called to the office. Police headquarters were dark and forbidding. It was sunset and the lights were not turned on. The sight made Trent feel cold, and he looked up at the building grimly. The doors opened easily enough and the two walked in slowly, cautiously. In the darkness men could be seen; officers of the law and men of a different nature. Trent led Pen deeper heading for Quimby's office. He moved like a shadow through the darkness. The green pinprick cominh to his right eye as he looked around. The door was open a crack and Trent carefully opened it.

Tex Cranston greeted them. Lights suddenly came on revealing that the precinct had been overtaken. There were men in black uniforms with guns trained on every officer. Quimby was seated at his desk Tex standing next to him. "So good of you to join us."

"What do you want with them?" Trent asked. He hadn't been expecting this, but if he showed any shock or fear it would give Cranston the upper hand. T

"Not them, just you." Tex had found himself a new scarf and hat and had his claw on Quimby's shoulder. If the Chief moved at all he would be ripped to ribbons.

"Then let's talk you and I." Trent replied. He took his hat off and looked at Cranston.

"I knew you would take the hero's stance on this." The suave voice was filled with mockery. "Altruism is what gets you into trouble." He chided.

"Enough about me, what do you want from me?" Trent asked. His eyes were dark and his feet were firm on the ground.

"Just your cooperation. I merely want a tour of Bioshock Industries. For personal reasons."

"You know why I can't do that."

"Then give me Peninnah." Tex replied. His smile dropped away. Pen gasped. She had remained quiet not sure what to do.

"Anything but the girl." Trent countered.

"Then we'll do this. You take me to Bioshock, we leave everyone else here and we can see what happens when we're done with our tour. But you do something and I call my men they shoot Peninnah first then the entire police force. We have to have rules Gadget."

"Fine." Trent said putting his hat back on.

"Wonderful. This sure does bring back memories doesn't it?" Tex left Quimby and waltzed over to Trent his right hand shrinking to look like a normal hand. He pulled gloves from his pockets. "Come Gadget." HE took the other man's arms and they left the precinct.

"Do as they say." Trent called over his shoulder before the doors shut.

Outside it was dark, there was a flurry of clouds in the sky blocking the moon. The precinct parking lot remained dead and lifeless. The wind began to pick up as they walked. The scent of dieing grass and turning leaves hung thick in the air.

"We'll take your car." Tex spoke up. "Since you were so kind as to bring it all the way here."

Trent bit his tongue. There were a number of responses he could have made but he wasn't in a position to piss his enemy off. "As you wish." He muttered under his breath.

"Let's not be a sour puss dear brother." Cranston's voice was dead serious. He gave the younger man a look that begged Trent to challenge him.

"Who do you want to drive?" Trent asked they reached his car and he unlocked the doors with a key that came out of his finger.

"You drive, it is your vehicle after all." Tex said opening the passenger door and sliding in. Once Trent was in the car Cranston shoved the muzzle of a gun against his head. "Now in case you think it would be fun to do something stupid, I want you to know I will kill you. I shoot you in the head this close and no work by any scientist is gonna salvage you."

"Understood." Trent replied before he started the car. He pulled out glancing at the dark building over his shoulder.

"Don't worry. If you do as I ask Peninnah and everyone else will survive. I give you my promise as the one and only Claw."

Trent looked at the man wanting to challenge his promise but the sudden fire in Tex's black eyes were warning enough. "You cost me a great deal of trouble last night Trent. You know I don't like it when you ruin my plans."

"You let me ruin your plans." Trent replied in an even tone. "I know you were waiting for me."

"I was hoping you'd bring that up." Cranston's voice turned conversational. "I thought if I left enough clues you'd notice. But I didn't expect to lose an entire months of work to you, or my arm." His words turned to ice. "Now listen up. You're going to use your clearance to get me into level five. I want to see what these scientists have come up with. And since they won't share any of it with me, I'm going to take whatever I like."

Trent frowned. "Doesn't the guy who fixes you up make his own toys?"

The muzzle of the gun jabbed into his head. "Getting smart little brother?"

"I am no longer your brother." Trent replied subdued. "We're not the same."

"No we aren't. But why do you insist on being the hero?"

"Because it's better than being the bad guy." Another gun jab to his head.

"Because you're stupid." Tex corrected, "You have power, unique power, I saw it when we fought last night. And I want to offer you a chance to make nice with me. Be my partner in crime."

"You know I can't." Trent replied quietly.

"I thought I'd ask." Tex sighed. Trent glanced over only to have the butt of Tex's gun smash into his face. Trent pulled back losing control of the car. Tex's right hand proceeded to smash his face into pulp. The car crashed and rolled the two men were tossed around. The car rolled a few times before coming to stop on it's roof. Tex cursed under his breath. Trent tried to do something but he was unable to see and his face hurt like something else.

"Sorry Gadget, but I can't have you following me. And I don't want to kill you, just yet." Before Trent had a chance to respond something hard struck the base of his skull and everything went dark. The dream began to fade, slowly, like butter melting into liquid.