All hell had broken loose. Atlas Moira and Patrick were still missing and Yolandi was gone now, too... Fontaine had told Moema to wear a gas mask often when walking around, so she decided to do just that... She'd also found a companionable mind in Anna Culpepper. Business had essentially died out as things got worse, so, Moema didn't need to work as a Cosmetic Surgeon right now. Instead, she would tend to the workers and spend some time with Anna.
"I can't believe Frank Fontaine has shown such interest in you..." Anna chuckled as she lit up a cigarette. "I mean, you hardly seem his type..." Moema scoffed, as if offended. "No, I mean you don't seem easy."
"I'm not." responds Moema. "Believe me when I say, I am just as surprised as you!" both women laugh lightly. "But, he introduced me to Atlas who expressed a concern for the health of his fellow workers. So, now I spend a lot of my time among the populace... You know, the ones working their humps off."
Anna nods. "It's getting more and more dangerous to do that kind of stuff... Do you take protection with you?"
"I'm fluent in a few weapons... Take a few with me. Yes." nods Moema.
"It wouldn't be dangerous if Ryan would pull his head out of his ass!" Moema choked on her wine while nodding at Anna. "Easy there." laughs Culpepper. "I mean, how can he claim that Rapture is this perfect place when he keeps ruining everything by being a... A-"
"Tyrant?" offered Moema, earning an enthusiastic nod from Anna. "I don't know, but he really doesn't care about the people who can't afford the big things..."
"Jesus, do I know!" Anna sighs out. Both women seem to sit back and shake their heads. "Rapture would be better in hands like ours... Not Fontaine's or Ryan's."
Moema sipped a bit, raising both brows. "If only people like those two had souls like ours..."
A sharp laugh came from Culpepper, "Then we'd be out of business!"
"No. We'd be out of complaints." Corrected Moema, earning a nod from the other woman.
Moema was, for lack of a better word, buzzed. She and Anna had drank a little more than they should have and decided to write down a plan of action for taking over Rapture. Granted, Moema couldn't recall much of what was written. She chuckled to herself as she approached her door and began to input the key code.
The doors slid open and, in her slight haze, Moema saw a red light flip on and watched a swivel chair turn towards her. The noise of whirring accompanied the noise and before Moema could shout, she was snatched and pulled to the side of the door. Bullets whizzed past and lodged themselves into the opposite wall. Finally, the turret whirred off and the door shut.
Being released allowed Moema to turn and look at Frank. "What just happened?"
He shook his head, "Ryan wants you dead…"
"What?!" she scowled, "He has the gall…"
Frank nods slowly. "I'm on that list, too… Though, he knows better than to do somethin' like that to me."
"That… That… Son of a bitch!" she growled. Being shot at by an unthinking machine was enough to sober her up. "Wait… If I'm on a hit list… So too must Anna be! My God! Anna!" She latched onto Frank's hand and rushed back to Anna Culpepper's home. A man was shambling away with something in his hands, away from the duo as they neared. Moema didn't wait around and went in. "Anna!?"
When no one responded, she rushed to the hall and to the back. She wasn't in bed, so Moema moved to the door to the bathroom, "Anna?"
Frank who had followed her looked around the bedroom before settling his stare on Moema.
"Anna, I'm coming in…" Moema states clearly before making the door open. She inhales sharply and looks away from the dead body of Anna Culpepper. "My God, Anna… I'm so sorry." As a Medical mind, she knew that there was nothing she could do for Anna.
Frank eyed the corpse before wrapping an arm around Moema and guiding her from the bathroom. "I'm sorry 'bout yer friend, Ema… But we need to go."
Moema nods but doesn't move, save for looking up at Frank, "I was just here, Frank. Not ten minutes ago…" she looked towards the now shut bathroom door. "I should have stayed…"
Sighing lightly, Frank set his hands to her shoulders, "They were probably waiting for you to leave, first. And what would you have done?" his right hand left her shoulder to make her look at him, "You probably would have been dead, too…"
Her dark eyes look at the honesty that is so rarely on Franks face and nods, "So, what, do we escape topside… Or… Go to war?"
A heavy sigh came from Frank as he straightened and moved to the nearest window looking into the depth of the water. "We go to war… Ryan's begun sealing the Bathyspheres…"
"That-" she halts herself and shakes her head. "So…"
Frank turns to look at her, "We need to keep safe. Between us, we'll rally the majority of the people Ryan hates and see if we can't tear him down." He snarled at the last words and Moema nodded.
"Where do we start?"
He gave a slightly surprised smirk before looking back at the water. "We start with the truth."
