I nodded in understanding; of course I knew them, since Dimitri had filled me in on the situation when I had completed that flimsy suit of prototype "armor" for him. They were large, dutiful soldiers that protected the Little Sisters at all costs. Suchong motioned for me to follow, and once again we left the room and went down the hall. My entire body was tickled pink; the feeling was wonderful, and I undoubtedly wanted to show Violeta. Perhaps not Dimitri though; I was afraid of how he would react.

After a few minutes I heard a deep moan; like a whale. I knew what that was; a Bouncer. Turning a corner into a large, spacious room, I saw the hulking suit of armor, grumbling as it looked down at the little girl on her knees over a dead body. A disgusting smell wafted into my nostrils and gagged, trying to hold back my vomit reflex. The girl was wearing a slightly dirty pink dress, her arms and legs covered in dirt and blood. She was humming to the tune of Frere Jacques:

"Mr. Bubbles, Mr. Bubbles, are you there?

Are you there?

Come and give me lollies, come and bring me toffies; teddy bear . . . teddy bear."

She then noticed me as I coughed; a large smile painted her lips, her eyes a ghostly yellow. Vacant... but happy. As I wondered what happened to them, the sound of a screeching drill interrupted my thoughts. Looking up, I saw the Bouncer step towards us and prep his drill threateningly. It was obvious what he was telling us; 'Back off and leave'.

"Test your new power on that Big Daddy, Mark," Suchong stated, moving towards my back, out of the range of fire. I hesitated.

Of course I had a great ability now, but I was a bit unsure that it would be effective against the metal Daddy. "Uh... all right."

Lifting my hand, I made it rigid enough and smiled a bit as I watched the lightning strike the protector. The lights in its Carmagnole-style diving suit darkened from a calm yellow to an enraged red. The low whale bellow knocked the room about and I watched as the Bouncer charged at me. I finally thought rationally, and rolled out of the way. The monster's gigantic drill crushed a hole in the porcelain wall; I gaped in shock. Though the amazing thing was not the drill's power, but the sight of the Little Sister climbing onto its shoulders without fear.

"Get him, Mister B! KILL HIM!" she screeched. I acted quickly; my hands sent a steady stream of electricity and engulfed him in a spectacular light show. But . . . the Little Sister wasn't getting hurt at all! This actually relieved me, and hoped that it wasn't a coincidence that she was "immortal". I then felt a small thud near my shoes; Suchong slid a wrench at my feet. Quickly, I picked it up and took advantage of the immobility of the Big Daddy. I struck the helmet several times, hoping it would be enough, but of course it wasn't. I coughed up blood as a side of the drill hit my chest and sent me flying across the room.

Shit! I'm bleeding . . .

My head was disoriented as I saw the protector round on me. As a final tactic, I picked up the wrench and began to charge it with the Plasmid. "Die . . ." I whispered; with the last of my consciousness, I threw the crackling wrench. I gazed on as the tool flew past the Bouncer and hit a pipe. I heard air being released as I fell back against the wall.

"Mark? Mark!" the Asian barked as I faded into black.