Author's note: At this point, i'm thinking about a one fight, then one casual story, alternating each update.

The morning came early. The feud was on, and I wanted to see that Spider's head on a pike, and the rest quartered. I looted the apartment on either side of mine. Engineer's was mostly full of schematics, various parts, and enough ammo to belittle the US surplus. I grabbed five boxes of crossbow ammo, each containing twenty five bolts, and enough ammo for the revolver that I doubted I would ever need any more. I dug in the closet, finding several schematics labeled 'dud,' almost all of which I had sitting in my closet. I noticed a safe in the corner, and used my finger as a welding torch, dividing the door from it's hinges. Inside were four schematics. One was for an under barrel grenade launcher for the crossbow, another for a belt feed upgrade, and the other two were two documents on an under barrel auto pistol made for the revolvers that float around the city, and out of a Thompson sub machinegun.

I lacked the pieces necessary to fully construct either, but broke down the said Thompson into the components I would later need, saving quite a bit of room on my person. The only things I really needed were a welding torch, which I was, and a pair of clips to hold the assembly together. I searched around the house, and found nothing of the sort, then began looting the apartment opposite mine, the owner of which had been 'bounced' after trying to grab some ADAM from a little sister after leaving her abode one day. All I found were some clothes, mostly men's, curiously enough, and a bit of arsenic in a syringe.

Now that I was prepared for the journey ahead, of me, the last bit of preparation being re-sewing some of the previously mentioned clothes into a loose cloak, I began the walk out of the apartment building, finding something I had not expected in front of the main entrance.

"Mister B, wake up," cried a little sister, the splicer who likely killed the behemoth drawing close. I aimed the crossbow, and shot the man several times in the head, which, in all honesty, was probably overkill, as each shot pierced his skull with ease. The little sister, I now realized, was no longer crying, "Thank you for helping me, mister," she said, hugging my leg. I grabbed her loosely on the head, pulling her away from my, then crouching to her level.

"Since I helped you, you have to own up," I said, looking over at the needle she had dropped on the ground.

"N-n-no!" she said, trying to run away, I grabbed her by the scruff of her shirt, then proceeded to stab her with the long hypo. I pierced right into her stomach, draining a large amount of ADAM from her system.

"There, your debt is now repaid," I said, letting her go. She tried to take the needle, but I held it just out of reach, "sorry, I'll need this for later, but I'll get you a toy, if you'd like,"

"Okay!" she said, grinning widely, "I want my very own toy of Mister Bubbles, so even when he's not there, I can have him around!"

"Um, okay, I'll give it to Mister B to give to you, alright? Now, then, what's your name?"

"Elizabeth!" she said,

"Alright then, I'll get you the toy as fast as I can, but I have some business to deal with first," I remembered something about 'when a little sister drain ADAM from a corpse, she retains all of that persons memories,' "before you leave," I said, calling her back, just before she made her way into a vent, "have you seen a tall man with long fingers, and wearing a tattered orange safety jacket?"

"Safety jacket?" she asked, "Umm, oh! Yeah, I remember him living somewhere in Atlas… Arcus…"

"Adonis Resorts?"

"Yeah that's it!" she said,

"Thank you. Now, get a move on, I think I hear more people coming,"

"Kay! Bye!" she said, running into a vent. Several splicers approached around the corner, talking about maybe going into the protector program. I chuckled to myself, walking past completely unnoticed. I made my way to the nearest Atlantic Express, and bought a ticket for Adonis Resorts… actually, I hacked the terminal, but it's kind of the same thing down here. I took the chance I had to rest on the trip, something of a habit, now. I noticed as I began to pass out, a few bits of skin clinging to me… ADAM infused gauze… good armor…