BIOSHOCKED, The Lost Decade, Part III: Back In The Game

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By C. Mage

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We woke up groggily. My arms hurt, I had a stiff neck and I smelled like stale sex. Completely worth it.

After Elizabeth and I got ourselves cleaned up and presentable, not to mention aired out the place fully, we set up the shingle and turned on the lights. Jacobs Private Investigators was now open for business.

Two hours later, door hadn't opened once. Well, once when I went out to get coffee, but that was it.

Elizabeth sighed. "Maybe we should post some flyers?"

"Beginning to think that we intimidate them or something." I sighed. "So much for our banner first case."

And that's when SHE walked in.

She was dressed in red, with a fashionable hat, wide brim, same color as her dress. Great set of legs, open-toed stilettos, I looked up at her and I knew she was hell on high heels.

Elizabeth looked up at her and smiled. "My, but don't you look dressed to kill, Dr. Langford."

"Got a hot date tonight, wanted to show it off a little, come by and see how you were doing." She looked around. "Any cases?"

"None. But I could continue with the story, if you like. Not much else to do."

"Works for me. Give me a few to change and I'll be right back. I don't want to look like I actually spent hours wearing this dress before the date."

We arrived in Mexico City and set about finding someone who could get us to the Yucatan and guide us through it. Hopefully, in our investigations, we might find out if any other guides were hired for the same purpose.

So first, we had to make contact with Don Luis de la Santoro.

Don Luis was many things: a connoisseur of wine, a man of deeply-held beliefs in God and family, a respected businessman here and across the border and known far and wide as a man of culture and distinction. What he wasn't known for was being one of the primary smugglers of pork, beef and medicine to Rapture, for which he was paid considerably. He was extremely connected in Mexico as a smuggler, so we decided to pay him a little visit.

His home was a massive Spanish villa, surrounded by a vineyard and some farmland to boot. He had stables for horses, something else he collected in addition to art and luxuries. "Nice place," Elizabeth noted. "Think he'll be glad to see us?"

"He better be. The shipments for Rapture alone probably paid for all this."

We stopped the car at the gate and pressed the buzzer for the intercom. "Excuse me, but we're here to see Don Luis."

A belligerent male voice came on the line. "Don Luis is not expecting visitors. Who are you?"

"Just tell him that the North Atlantic accountants are here to see him." I smiled. "And if you want to know how it feels to kicked out through this gate, please, take your time and keep us waiting."

The voice didn't reply. Elizabeth turned to me and asked idly, "So...how long do you think it'll take for him to…?"

The intercom came on again, and this time, it was greatly subdued. "Names, please?"

"Mark and Elizabeth Jacobs."

"YES, sir, please wait while I open the gate for you. I hope you'll pardon my previous behavior."

"Well, it's your job to be suspicious, so no harm done...as long as such treatment towards us doesn't repeat."

The gate opened and Elizabeth grinned. "How does it feel to throw your weight around?"

"We're in a race to find out what's happening with Dr. Hardy. Not going to mince words or be overly patient, you know."

"Of course...but you did enjoy it, didn't you?"

"Like candy at Christmas."

"Senor Jacobs! Senora Jacobs! Please, sit down." Don Luis welcomed us in and gestured to a pair of leather-upholstered chairs. "My humblest apologies for your sorry treatment at the gate!"

"Think nothing of it, Don Luis." Elizabeth smiled. "You are to be commended for having such dutiful and aware guards protecting it. Our arrival was unexpected, at best, and we understand completely." Yep. Elizabeth was as sly as ever. By turning the insult into a compliment, Don Luis would be more amenable to doing his best to help us.

"You are, as always, far too gracious. I thank you." Don Luis sat down behind his rather large desk. "What brings you to my humble home."

Yeah, "humble". Ozymandius would be jealous. "We need your assistance," I said simply. "Something's happened to one of our acquaintances, one Dr. Hardy. We believe that the ones responsible are using him to find a lost city in the Yucatan, and we are concerned that once his assistance is no longer needed, he'll end up a permanent member of the city. We need a guide that will help us."

Don Luis nodded. "Many have come looking for such places. I know all too well, since my bloodline comes from the Mayans."

"Really?" I was surprised; I thought I knew everything abouot Don Luis. Time to check for veracity. "Then maybe you can help us. How's your Mayan dialect?"

He smiled. "More than adequate."

"Then perhaps you can help us with this." Elizabeth took out the artifact and showed it to Don Luis. "If you can give us more infor…!"

"MADRE DE DIOS!" He got up quickly, pushing the chair he was sitting in backwards, tipping it over. "WHERE...WHERE did you get that?!" he demanded, crossing himself three times.

Elizabeth looked down at it as I said, "So, you know what this is."

"It is the Horn of Buluc Chabtan!"

"...and for those of us who aren't familiar with Mayan pantheons?"

"He's the god of gratuitous violence," Elizabeth said matter-of-factly.

"The Mayans worshipped someone who personified gratuitous violence, because there's no way THAT could go horribly wrong…" I shook my head. "Really?"

"Indeed. It was said that if someone dropped dead for no apparent reason, it was the work of Buluc Chabtan." Don Luis looked pale. "Whoever your Dr. Hardy are with, they are truly dangerous men. They wish to harness the power of this god."

"WHY?" I asked, finding this hard to follow.

"If you can kill someone, it means you have power over them. These people want that kind of power."

"How could they get that, any more than what they could do by walking up to someone and shooting them?"

Don Luis sat down. "Before the Spanish came, the culture was already in its decline. There are legends and rumors about a city devoted to this evil god, Chikatla. The ruler of this city was the self-professed god-king Mecalatl. Visitors to this city talked about how magnificent and prosperous it was, but behind the smiles and bright colors were a dark following, warriors dedicated to murder for its own sake. As long as you were a citizen of that city, you were safe. But, venture outside the city or come to the city as a citizen from somewhere else...many simply vanished. There one moment, gone the next. When Chikatla was decimated by Spanish guns, they found a vast underground city underneath the one everyone else saw. A city of blood and death. Hills of bones. The floors, walls and ceilings caked with blood. There were even whispers of cannibalism." Don Luis spat. "They got what they deserved. Mecalatl was never found, but there were rumors that, at the center of the underground city was a weapon presented to the king by the god himself. A weapon capable of mass murder that was equal to the Bomb." Don Luis shook his head. ""With a weapon like that, he could hold the world for ransom."

"I'm afraid the situation is much worse," Elizabeth said grimly.

"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing I wasn't going to like the answer.

"What if whoever wants this weapon wants to use it...but doesn't want to take the credit for it?"

"That's stupid, I mean, who else would have a...weapon of mass destruction. OH boy…"

"Exactly. Use the weapon in the right place and both the United States and Russia would blame each other for using such a weapon. It could lead to a nuclear war. Imagine how that would make Bulun feel."

"But this god doesn't even exist...right?" I was starting to get a bad feeling deep in my gut.

"That would be small comfort to those dying by the billions. And even if it's not true, it's enough that the person responsible believes that it will enough to take other lives doing so." Elizabeth was considerably worried; it showed on her face as if there was a glowing neon sign lighting it. "Most Mayan rituals involve blood. For small rites, animal blood was usually sufficient. But for something this big…"

"Yeah, I get it, mass murder for the Mayan butcher god. We better get moving. Don Luis, we need someone to guide us where we need to go. I can offer…"

"Your money is no good here, Senor Jacobs. I know just the person to help you, and I will cover all expenses."

"Really? This could get expensive, and we're not without resources ourselves…"

"No." Don Luis was adamant. "I am one of the last of my people, Senor. I will not allow the word 'Mayan' associated with something like this. You would be doing me a great honor if you made sure this catastrophe doesn't take place…"

I stopped the story as I heard a jingle at the door. Elizabeth and I turned to each other with a smile. Our first customer! "Julie, gotta pause the story for now. Business before pleasure."

"Oh, FINE. But I'm coming back for the rest of this story. That's a promise." Julie got to her high-heeled feet and strode out, but as she got to the door and opened it, she turned back and said, "Thanks for your help, Mr. Jacobs. You're worth every penny." And with that, she was gone.

The gentleman standing in our lobby stared at the door, then turned to the both of us. "Was THAT...Dr. Langford?"

Before I could answer, Elizabeth said in her best professional tone, "Dr. Langford is always quite satisfied with our work. So, how can we help you, Mr…?"

"Steinmetz. Joseph Steinmetz."

"Please, have a seat, Mr. Steinmetz." I put on my most charming smile. "Tell us what we can do to help you."

"It's my sister...she's gone missing." Steinmetz sat down, looking unsettled. "Her name's Donna. She's just turned eighteen."

"Do you have a photo?" Steinmetz nodded, reaching into his jacket and taking out a small photo of a dark-haired girl, rather pretty. "Tell us what happened."

"Donna was taking a trip to Porter University. She'd just been accepted there with a full scholarship, and they'd invited her to tour the grounds. After that, nothing. It's not like her to cut off contact."

"How long has she been missing?"

"That's just it. She's not missing. She's at the University, but she won't see me. It's like she's a stranger."

"And she hasn't been like that before?"

Steinmetz shook his head. "We've been thick as thieves since we were children."

"What did she say the last time you saw her?"

"She told me…" His breath hitched slightly. "She told me that she didn't know who I was, and that I wasn't her brother. You have to get her back, you just HAVE to."

"We'll do everything we help. Do you know what dormitory she's in?"

"No. When I asked at the woman's dorm, they wouldn't tell me."

"And when did this happen?"

"Almost two weeks ago."

"How was your relationship before she accepted? Were there any fights, disagreements?"

"None! We were both happy for her."

"What about your parents?"

"Died three years ago. Bathysphere mechanical failure with the carbon dioxide scrubbers…" He broked down and covered his eyes. I turned to Elizabeth as she came over and put a comforting arm around his shoulders.

"It's all right...don't worry. As our client, we'll do everything you can to help make everything all right."

He nodded. "My parents left me money, so I can pay you, so I'll pay anything…!"

"Don't worry. Our usual rates are $100 a day, three day minimum, plus expenses. Is that reasonable?" I asked gently.

"Of course, of course, whatever you like…." He took out a wallet and counted out three one-hundred dollar notes. Elizabeth took the money and looked at me with a slight smile. "Is there anything else you can tell us about her that would help us make contact with her, something only you would know?"

"Uhm….well, when we we kids, she would call me Jojo and I would call her Dodo."

"Good. If she's being kept against her will, it'll help her to trust us."

He nodded, standing up and shaking my hand. "Thank you...you have no idea how much this means to me, Mr. Jacobs, Mrs. Jacobs." He nodded and shuffled out of the door, wiping his eyes. We watched him, then nodded to each other and headed for the back room.

Once we were out of sight, Elizabeth turned to me. "You saw the happy little couple watching us through the storefront windows?"

"Yeah, sat down about ten minutes before our new client showed. How much of that story did you buy?"

"Enough to take his money. He had five other hundreds in his wallet, crisp and new. Check the bills." She handed them to me.

I looked them over. "Paper's good, but check out the serial numbers. Consecutive." I looked at Elizabeth. "You realize of course, that this is probably a setup, right?"

Elizabeth nodded...then broke into a slow smile, one to match my own. "This is FANTASTIC! Someone's trying to do us possible bodily harm."

"I know...I knew coming back here was a good idea."

"You do have them from time to time. So, let's see if we can't have a little chat with Donna and see what she knows...after doing a little more research on her and her brother. Just to get the lay of the land."

"Agreed. Now, let's have a little chat with the Thinker, first…I'll stay up front in case any other cases come our way." I went back to the front desk and sat down while Elizabeth put on her coat and hat.

"I'll be back after I've checked in with Julie...I've got a feeling she's got more to tell us, and I need to talk with her where there aren't so many ears and eyes."

"Good thinking. I'll sit here in the crosshairs for a little while longer." I smiled to her. "Be careful," I added, knowing she would.

"You too." The bell jingled as she left.

It's nice to have the Thinker on your side.

I wasn't sure about what benefits the Thinker could provide, but it's fast becoming the most effective assistance a private eye could have. I pulled up a great deal of information and the Thinker taught me a new term: "cross-referencing". It enabled the Thinker to look for certain facts and match them up with several different sources. Handy and fast.

The first thing I checked was our client's story. The Thinker confirmed that the client's name was real, as well as the sister's name, her scholastic record, the parents' deaths. The school didn't show that she was registered, so that seemed suspicious. On the whole, looked legitimate. Straightforward.

I didn't buy it, so I dug deeper.

The Thinker was a useful tool, but it couldn't do my thinking for me. It could only look for what it was told to, and I changed tactics. I checked to see if the Thinker could multitask, so I had it run two searches, the first for any other links between the client and his sister, above the norm for family expectations, and another search for anything involving blue butterflies.

What I got was a certifiable Hail Mary.

The Thinker came up with a connection, fast, between all three. Seems that the client and his sister went to see Dr. Sofia Lamb for treatment after their parents died. "Treatment for emotional trauma." And Dr. Lamb was Eleanor's mother. Well, Dr. Lamb gave birth to her. By her own words, her part in Eleanor's conception was treated as if it was a medical procedure and nothing more. Dr. Lamb had such high hopes for using Eleanor to achieve something, though we never realized what it was. The only thing we knew about Dr. Lamb's plans was that it somehow involved the use of ADAM.

And then the Cure came along and submarined those plans.

Learned a few other things as well. Dr. Lamb was quite the author, having written a book on psychiatry called UNITY AND METAMORPHOSIS. The subject matter was about "the triage imperative" and the idea of finding a utopia and promoting "the greater good". But what really got my attention was the cover of the book. Nice lettering, leather cover...big butterfly on the front.

Not exactly a smoking gun, but definitely worth something to look at. And Dr. Lamb, despite her philosophic tendencies, makes a point for one hell of a motive. Made big plans for her daughter, who gets adopted by the couple that ruined her plans by curing the ADAM Plague.

That had to sting a tad.

I made sure the Thinker knew to hide my inquiries from anyone else and to erase the traces of the information I sought, replacing it with incidental information to cover my tracks. I knew Milton wasn't the only computer genius in Rapture, and if Lamb had her fingers anywhere near Minerva's Den…

Done. More information's coming in. More people in power, patients of Dr. Lamb. She's been busy the last ten years. Ten years buys a lot of means to harbor and build on a grudge.

Now, looking objectively, it could be that Dr. Lamb could actually be helping these people. Giving them treatment for their ills and helping them to heal their minds.

Or she's building a power bloc to either take revenge on me or take over Rapture.

Choices, choices, choices.

ELIZABETH JACOBS

"Hello, Milton. I hope I'm not taking you away from anything critical."

"Not at all. Please, have a seat. So, what brings you by today?"

I sat down and smoothed my skirt over my legs. "I want to ask you something in confidence. I want to plan a surprise party for my Mark, but I don't want him to find out. Can you ensure privacy, even from the Thinker?"

"Ah. Of course." He smiled, pressing a set of buttons. Metal shutters closed over the windows, the door locked and the terminal on his desk shut down. "There. Complete privacy. Now about that surprise…"

"I'm afraid there's much more to it than that." I took out the blue butterfly pin and put it on his desk. "What do you know about this?"

He frowned instantly. No hesitation. "Sofia Lamb," he said, as if spitting on the ground.

"You're not a fan of her work?"

"She once tried to ply her philosophies to me, suggested the idea that Minerva's Den, and the people that worked there, would benefit from her guidance, considering the stress of working in Rapture, under the sea, away from the light of day. I suggested to her that if she didn't want to see the lights go out, the bathyspheres to lose contact with the control systems or the air to stop cycling, that she and her people should stay out of Minerva's Den. I do not allow her kind of thinking in here."

"And what kind of thinking is that?"

"She took an extraordinary amount of interest in Suchong's work after you left. She also wanted to know about the work Tenenbaum was doing in programming the Little Sisters and the Big Daddies. When you talked about the man that brought you here, she became obsessed. Why, I can't be sure, but I suspected that, as a psychiatrist, that information about ways to cause the mind to accept certain behaviors appealed to her. If she is interested in such things, she's walking a very dangerous path. Research into any technology or pharmaceutical process that enables mind control or behavioral control carries the death penalty in Rapture. Dr. Lamb is being observed, since her practice flirts with that concept, by the police and the Council."

"It's that bad?"

"There is suspicion that she's getting help from someone, but not even the Thinker has figured out how that could be done." He sat back in his chair. "Normally, I like mysteries...but this one's the exception."

"Would you consider the option of hiring us to look into it?"

Milton considered. "It would have to be off the books, which means I can't pay you until the job is done."

"Don't worry. We do have a bit of savings." I leaned forward. "And our interests are aligned."

"Done. Now, we better ACTUALLY come up with a surprise party for Mark, or else it'll look suspicious."

"Way ahead of you." I pulled out the lists I made earlier. "Here's who we should invite, here's who we should look into catering, here's a list of possible sources of entertainment…" I grinned. "NO masquerade parties."

The sigh of his relief at that was so emphatic, I was worried someone outside might actually hear it, despite the thick walls and shutters.

MARK JACOBS

I thought it was high time for what I needed to do next.

I looked up the good doctor and found out she was working out of an office in Apollo Square. Tactically a good move. Her philosophies appealed to the common man, and after their faith in Ryan had been betrayed, the people were eager to look for something else to believe in. I read her book, found it a little easy to follow, despite the psychiatric jargon. Lamb proposed a philosophy of a denial of the "self" to contribute towards the "body". While, in the broad strokes, I did think she had more than a few good points, reading deeper revealed more disturbing concepts. Lamb suggested that free will was one of the main causes of strife, and the only means to truly contribute to the common good was to give it automatically, but unconscious compulsion, to prevent free will from preventing it.

Starting to understand why she had such an interest in the mental programming used by Ryan and Suchong. Fontaine probably had his guy wired to the gills to make him do whatever Fontaine wanted him to do.

The whole idea made me sick. So I guess it's a good thing I'm going to see a doctor, huh?

I strode in, which didn't make the receptionist happy as I went straight from the door towards the offices in the back. "Do you have an appointment?" she said as I walked through.

"You betcha." I passed her by without slowing, finding two doors in the back. Huh. Feels like "The Lady Or The Tiger". I knocked on the door to the left furiously. "Hello?"

The door opened as the receptionist caught up with me to find Sofia Lamb looking me in the eyes. "Well. Mr. Jacobs."

"Dr. Lamb, I am SO sorry, I couldn't stop him…" the receptionist said apologetically, and I detected a definite twinge of fear.

"It's quite all right," she said without turning her gaze away, "Mr. Jacobs is welcome here anytime. Please, Mr. Jacobs, come in."

Time to find out if I'd picked the Lady or the Tiger on this one. I walked into the office, noting the bookshelves, the desk and seat positioning. Everything was laid out perfectly to make the people sitting across from Lamb to feel vulnerable and safe with her, impressed by her presence. I sat down in the seat directly across from her and smiled. "So, in the immortal words of a great philosopher…'what's up, doc?'"

She sat down, that calm smile still on her face. "Why have you come here, Mr. Jacobs?"

"Well, I thought you'd like to know how Eleanor is doing. After all, she is your daughter."

Her smile didn't even flicker. "Eleanor was lost to me the moment she chose to reject her true purpose, as you well know."

"She's fine, by the way, at college and pursuing her dream...which, as it turns out, is pursuing a career in genetics. Working on finding ways to make the world a better place. She's already working on a thesis involving gene therapy as a means to eradicate cancer. So, as it turned out, Eleanor still became someone who's probably going to make the world a better place, and it's something she chose to do on her own."

Lamb smiled wider, and I knew she was doing that to help hide the frown behind it. "I am gratified that she shall make some small use of her potential. Is there anything else you wish to discuss?"

"Not really. I figured you had a right to know, and I thought you were in sort of a hurry to find out what happened after Elizabeth and I came back. Apparently I was mistaken...about the 'hurry' part. I didn't realize that you were such a patient person."

"Psychiatry is never a get-well-quick process. It takes care and determination to achieve long-lasting results. Sometimes, the healing can take years, depending upon the depths of the mental trauma experienced."

I had a feeling she wasn't just talking about psychiatry anymore. "Sounds like you've been influencing a lot of troubled people here in Rapture. Not hard to believe, considering what happened."

"There have been many hurt and traumatized by what Ryan did." She leaned back in her chair. "You might even benefit from being under my care."

"I'll think about it...but, all things considered, I think I'm pretty healthy."

"Perhaps...but in this, the ones who need my help the most are usually the ones who believe themselves the most healthy." She smiled. "It would be a privilege to have you as my patient."

"A generous offer, but I think I'll pass for now. The only person I want inside my head is my wife." I got up. "Thanks for your time."

As I walked out, I heard her ask, "Why did you come here today, Mr. Jacobs? Surely you're not...concerned about something? I read in the papers that you were attacked in your home. That must've have been quite alarming."

I turned to look at her. "Wasn't exactly the first time it's happened. Oh, that reminds me." I reached into my pocket and took out the pin, tossing it onto her desk. I looked at her face carefully as she saw it.

There it was. The flicker of recognition. That was the tell I'd been looking for.

"I just wanted to make sure that reached the rightful owner. You know what to do with it, don't you?"

"I'm not sure what you mean," she said, the barest hint in her voice. Defensive.

"Sure you don't."

And with that, I left. After all, first rule of putting on a show: always leave them wanting more.

I met up with Elizabeth back at the office. She'd been there for a while, writing down information in some folders. "Where've you been?" she asked without looking up.

"Following up on a lead. Went to go talk to Sofia Lamb. Didn't stay long, just long enough to feel her out."

"And…?"

"The doctor clearly needs a little of the 'physician, heal thyself'. I told her about how well Eleanor was doing and she responded the same way most people would respond if I told them how well my dog was doing in obedience school." I shook my head. "Seriously disturbing."

"I found out more. Dr. Lamb has been doing some nut-gathering. Look at this. Milton has been noticing patterns in the kinds of information Dr. Lamb has been seeking out. Point Prometheus. Suchong's lab in Olympus Heights. Fontaine Futuristics. Tennenbaum's labs."

"What kind of information?"

Elizabeth looked up at me. "Behavioral modification."

"Wait...that doesn't make any sense. The people in Rapture have been cured. ADAM won't have any effect on them anymore. So if someone tried using some ADAM-based whammy on them, it'll have about as much effect on them as Vitamin D milk."

"I know. But that's what she's doing, and I don't think her interest in this is casual. We need to know more about this."

I nodded. "Well, there IS one option, but you're probably not going to like it."

"Try me."

"Well, she DID extend an open invite to come back and be treated…"

"You're right."

I blinked. "Then I should do it?"

"No. You're right about me not liking it. You have no idea what mental gymnastics she could put you through, ESPECIALLY if one of the tricks she's looking to perfect is that 'mind-control' research. Forget it. Risky isn't the word for it."

I had to admit, talking with Dr. Lamb made me feel like Perseus dealing with the three hags sharing an eye. "So stay away from her."

"Bingo. You got lucky this time, she was off-balance. But don't forget that she's spent a couple of decades learning how to read and manipulate people. The more time you spend around her, the more she learns about what makes you tick. Don't antagonize or underestimate her."

I nodded. "Okay. What could she do with that information?"

Elizabeth considered for a few moments. "She can't use that influence to use ADAM to influence people here in Rapture. So either she's trying to influence people here using other means...or she's planning to try to affect people outside of Rapture using ADAM, since we still have a means of gathering it here."

"We DO?"

"Yes, but since the need for it is a bare fraction of the need for it that used to be required, the slugs that were the original source of it are gathered and harvested from around Rapture."

"Wait...back up a second. Are these slugs...native to this part of the ocean?"

"That's...still something of a mystery." Elizabeth went to a file cabinet and pulled out a rather bulky-looking file. "Here's everything I pulled up on the slugs. The Thinker helped considerably. We're sure the slugs aren't found anywhere else. Expeditions to search for them in the Atlantic have turned up nothing, and they're never found more than fifteen miles away from the city."

I remembered something I saw a long time ago. "Elizabeth...when I was making my way through Persephone a long time ago, I saw that there was some sort of luminescence outside...coming from some sort of fissure. Anyone ever figure out what that was?"

"To be honest, I couldn't say. But we have more important things to think about right now."

As she pulled out another file, I made a mental reminder to look into that, because it seemed really odd that we had a city full of scientists and nobody thought that might be important. Odd even for Rapture. "All right, so the fact remains that we need proof. IIf Dr. Lamb is stockpiling ADAM, we need to be sure of it."

Elizabeth considered. "ADAM is organic, which means it needs to stored under certain conditions, or it will eventually degrade. If Lamb needs to store large quantities of it for what she plans to do with it, she needs to be working with someone with resources...and i think I know who." She handed me a file on Gil Alexander. "Took possession of Fontaine Futuristics after Ryan was arrested. He was in a high-level position, since he was instrumental in making parts for the Thinker, the security systems, the Protector Program for the Big Daddies…"

"Why didn't he get investigated?"

"Because he wasn't really offered a choice on who he worked for. Both Fontaine and Ryan bullied him into working for them." Elizabeth shook her head. "A person like that would be fertile soil for whatever Dr. Lamb has in mind for him. And knowing Lamb, she wouldn't have any scruples about using him. But...we need proof."

I nodded. "Well then, it seems clear to me what we have to do. We go in with a research camera, find the ADAM reserves and take plenty of pictures."

"Are you saying that we find some way to get into a building run by a man who designed Rapture's security, find the ADAM reserves that we can't be sure are there, and leave without being caught?"

"That's the plan."

Elizabeth stared at me, then ran over to me and kissed me FEROCIOUSLY. I smiled inside.

It's always an important part of a romantic relationship to know what excites your spouse.

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TO BE CONTINUED….