A/C: Just for clarification, I only watched the walkthrough of InFamous:Second son. I'm currently watching the DLC walkthrough to learn more about Fetch, but 'till then, I might slip up on some parts. Also my crush on Eugene is unreal kthxbye.

Olivia's POV

I zoomed away on the motorcycle rental, using my last few bucks Crystal had given me before she left. Delsin had thought I was crazy when I insisted riding without a helmet. "Hey, I'm a Conduit." I said, shrugging as I hopped onto my sweet new ride. "A bump to the head means nothing!" Before he could protest, I revved it up and sped off.

I titled my head back, the cool air whipping my hair around my face. The tightness of the city, with its narrow roads and alleys, made me feel trapped-like trying to escape a sealed box. Hopefully I wasn't here for too long. I could relocate somewhere else-like Oregon. Crystal told me that an outdoors, claustrophobic nut like me would love Salem-nice neighborhood, easy living (and breathing), and lacking the superficiality of the cities.

But I wasn't quite ready to settle down yet.

As I drove to the government prison Eugene had mentioned, I thought about the people I had met here. Of course, I knew Fetch, Eugene, and Delsin-they were national heroes, bla bla, all that junk. But they...weren't quite what I expected.

Fetch was levelheaded, calm, collected. Opposite of reckless, stubborn, feisty me. (Hey, it gets things done.) It was hard to imagine she used to murder drug dealers as tribute to her dead brother. Eugene-well, he was cute, in a nerdy, geeky shy kind of way. And Delsin...?

I shook my head. I couldn't-didn't want to-think about Delsin. He was funny, and pretty good-looking, and he was braver than almost anyone I knew. sure, but...gah. Think happy thoughts, Olivia. Happy, happy.

But how did he know my name?

I shook my head. Never mind. It didn't matter. That wasn't my name anymore. Hana Choi was gone. Hana was the innocent little daughter of a wealthy businessman and a loving housewife. Hana was the naïve little girl who was clueless about who she was.

But I am Olivia Price. I know who I am.

I arrived at the gates of the government penitentiary long before the others. There were no guards at the entrance, even though this particular detention center housed over a hundred of some of the most dangerous criminals alive-including Augustine.

I shook my head in disgust, wondering why the moron didn't just go and kill her. She deserved to die, for what she did to Conduits. She called it saving us?

Bullshit.

Seeing as the other three wouldn't be here anytime soon, I decided to get the interrogation started and headed inside. The others probably would be pissed I got the party started without them, but hey, their punishment for being tardy.

I waltzed right in, and the guard at the desk looked up and raised an eyebrow.

"I need to talk to Brooke Augustine." I stated simply, barely giving the guy a glance as I looked around.

"Why?" The guard said. I glared at him over my shoulder. Just let me talk to the damn woman, bozo.

"Have some unfinished business with her," as all I said.

"Don't we all," The guard rolled his eyes, but nodded. "I'll show you the way." He stood up and muttered into the walkie-talkie clipped to his shoulder. "Bring Brooke Augustine to the first stall on floor one. Another person with unfinished business."

I resisted the urge to keep my hands from glowing with my powers. Better to be on good terms with these people. Sure, Augustine had never tortured me, but...I could almost feel the pressure of those handcuffs once again, the D.U.P. guards staring at me venomously. The only thing that kept me sane was Crystal.

But now she was gone too.

I scowled as the guard led me to those stalls where you talk to prisoners. I never thought it'd be me on the other side of the glass, I thought as I sat down and slipped on the headphones.

A minute later, a guard appeared, gripping a woman's arm. A mix of satisfaction and bitterness swept up through me at the state of the once great Queen Augustine-her hair was no longer in her severe bun, now hanging loose around her shoulders. Her face was etched with many lines, and her eyes, those eyes that could once pin anyone down with a force harder than any concrete, was shattered and broken. She was wearing an orange prisoner's suit, and her hands were cuffed with the D.U.P. ones.

On normal circumstances, I would have laughed. Sweet karma come to bite back on the ass! But seeing Augustine, once so, so powerful, once so fear-inducing that Conduits trembled at the sound of her name, and now...

"Well, how does it feel being the prisoner for a change?" I asked quietly, leaning back in my chair..

Augustine glared at me, but I wasn't afraid. Not anymore. I was done being afraid a long time ago.

"Who are you? Another Bio-terrorist? Come to gloat about Delsin Rowe's victory?" Augustine growled. Even in chains, Concrete Queen still had a heart of steel. Something about her now seemed scarier than when she was all-powerful. It made me feel shaky inside.

"No." I leaned forward in my seat, elbows perched on my knees. "I'm here to ask questions."

Augustine gave me a vicious, quick smile. "Go ahead. I've got nothing to lose now."

I suddenly thought of how she must have felt-the future she had planned for her nation, her glorious plan-taken down by three rogue Conduits. How had she felt, when her throne was suddenly yanked out from under her? She really did have nothing to lose, because she had already lost everything.

But back to what I really came for.

"Kyra and Maia Emerson. Daughters of Jane-Kress Emerson, who died seven years ago."

There was a sudden change to Augustine's expression, so violent it struck like lightning without warning. Her face twisted with rage and regret. "I don't know what you're talking about," She hissed through stiff lips.

"Don't even try lying to me, Concrete Queen." My eyes narrowed as I gripped the counter with growing intensity. "You know who I'm talking about. You preached to Delsin about how you were a hero to Conduits, saving them. 'Not a single Conduit has been killed since the D.U.P. was formed.' You remember that?"

Augustine is silent, only glaring at me from behind a curtain of red hair. I glared back with equal verve. As intimidating as she still was, I was no pushover. I was getting answers, whether she liked it or not.

"Yet, you didn't lie. There were no Conduit deaths before the D.U.P. officially began. But what about before, hm? How about seven years ago, when you were forced to terminate Jane and her daughters? The great Brooke Augustine, murdering a whole family-including a twelve-year-old girl, for what? The sake of her country's trust?"

"It was more than that," Augustine's voice was strained and tight. "I needed the government to see that they needed my D.U.P. Of course, the Conduits were too thickheaded to thank me. What I did, I did for the good of our kind."

"Our kind?" I snarled. "No, you're nothing like me. You say how you're a savior, saving countless Conduits by putting them behind the walls of Curdun Cay. And that's true. But what's not true? You say you're giving your kind a chance to live. But we weren't living back in that hellhole. We were prisoners, and you tested us with-with your experiments, and you branded us as misfits just so your precious D.U.P. could flourish! So people would support your cause!" I took a deep breath, feeling shaky from the fury that had rocked my bones just moments ago. Fighting for an even tone, I said, "With that said, all your arguments are invalid and I am allowed to interrogate you as I please."

Augustine opened her mouth, but snapped it shut. Something came over her eyes-like a veil of realization, like she had just now seen the huge flaws in what she thought was her perfect plan. I couldn't help letting a smug smirk trail over my lips. 1-0 Olivia!

"Anything you wanna say before I begin?"

"How do you know about Jane Kress-Emerson?" Augustine said tiredly. Like she just wanted to get this over with now.

"Simple. I heard about the two thieves rampaging across the country, one thing led after another, and then woop-de-doo, my fri-" I caught myself before I said friends. "My, um...some people told me a brilliant theory that Maia and Kyra Emerson may just be the infamous duo of crime. We couldn't get enough out of that Conduit activity report. So," I leaned back, making a shrugging gesture. "Here I am."

Augustine was silent, staring at me through the glass. Finally, she let out a resigned sigh and nodded. "Fine. Ask your questions."

"Describe exactly what happened seven years ago. That's all I'm asking." I stated simply.

"That report told you your answer. I had to terminate the family."

"You're lying," I narrowed my eyes. "I thought we establish that we're to be completely honest here."

"What if I disagree?" Augustine's voice now had an edge to it, like she was sick of a 23-year-old Asian chick pushing her around. She probably already had enough of that from Delsin.

"Then I don't think the guards would mind if I decided to come straight to your face and interrogate you in the less pleasant way. You are a national disgrace, after all." Bam! Augustine's face closed off, then she stiffly nodded.

"All right. Then no. The two daughters escaped." Augustine sounded somewhat relieved, as if she were glad that they had made it out alive, or that she was finally getting this off her chest. Finally! We were getting somewhere.

But seriously, where was Delsin and the others? They shoulda been here ages ago...

Never mind. Probably traffic. Whatever was happening, I should get stuff done to make things easier.

"How did they escape?"

"I..." Augustine sighed, straining for the seven-year-old memory. "I was forced to battle Jane. She refused to come quietly. My Concrete powers were still underdeveloped, and she had had years of toying with her powers. I didn't know she had daughters. But..."

"But what?" I asked, impatient to get the answers.

Augustine glared at me, as if scolding me to keep my patience. "Anyway," she continued. "She was too powerful for me. She kept blocking off my Concrete attacks with her Earth shields and covering my hands with rock. While she had my powers closed off, she yelled, and-and two girls ran out of nowhere. The tallest one was holding her little sister's hand as they ran...I tried to stop them, and aimed to capture the oldest as the rock on my hands broke. But Jane-she jumped in the way. It hit her straight in the chest. Before I could register what had happened, the older girl screamed. "You killed her," she shrieked." Augustine closed her eyes, and I was completely shocked as a tear made its way down her sharp cheekbone. ""You killed our mother," And before I could react, she just...she just lost it."

"What do you mean?" My voice lost its cocky edge. I was too intrigued by the story.

"The younger girl was screaming for the older one to calm down, but the older sister just went psychotic. All the shadows of the buildings began to intensify, creeping towards me. My own shadow-it seemed to manifest into something real, pulling me down as the older girl began to float in this cloud of-of black energy. Just being near it made my worst fears flash before my eyes. Then all the shadows began to encase me, and that's...all I remember...except falling into a terrible, terrible nightmare."

I was in awe. It was similar to what the girl had done to Delsin and I. So those girls on the rooftop...they really were Kyra and Maia.

"That's what you came for, isn't it? Well, that's it. But first, tell me this, Hana Choi-"

In an instant, I was on my feet, my eyes blazing. "Don't you dare call me that."

"Oh, but that's who you are." Augustine barreled on before I could retort. "I remember you. You were sent to my prison. An innocent little girl, abandoned and betrayed by those she loved just because they were afraid of her. Afraid because she was a Bio-terrorist."

"You shut the hell up." My veins began to flow with new rage as I fought tears. The memories I had tried so hard to forget, tried so hard to repress, came rushing back-my father's disgusted look, my mother's tears, the fear of my friends as they all looked away...

"But don't you see? Yes, Conduits say they suffered in my prison. People now praise the Second Age, saying it will begin a new era where normals and Conduits can coexist in harmony. But things won't change so easily. Delsin Rowe may have convinced Seattle, but he has not convinced me. And I am sure many people across the nation agree with me. Everyone will leave you, Hana Choi."

"That's a lie. I made a friend, more than a friend. She stuck by me through all your bullshit." I spat.

"Oh," Augustine gave me a sympathetic and knowing look. "But she left you too, didn't she?"

It happened so fast. One minute Augustine was sitting in her chair, smirking at me, the next, there was a hole in the glass, edged with ice. Augustine was laying on the floor, coughing up water, her hair dripping. There was a huge puddle on the floor.

I lowered my hand, breathing hard. The guard at the door came rushing for me, but I said quickly, "You think you know Conduits, but let me tell you this. You think we're weak. We can't fend for ourselves. You need to protect us. You think we all have some sob story and have to live with the fact that we're freaks. But rest assured, we Conduits are some kickass heroes, and they can defeat anything, and not just with their powers, but because they have the strength to overcome anything, even you. Delsin Rowe, Eugene Sims, and Abigail Walker can tell you that."

"Olivia!"

I whipped around, and my heart dropped when I saw a very awestruck-looking Delsin, Eugene, and Abigail. Delsin's eyes wandered from me, to Augustine, to me again.

"You-you did that?" He blinked. I looked back at Augustine's face, fixed with a hard stare, then looked back and shrugged.

"Yeah." I said impassively, like it was nothing.

"Why didn't you wait for us? Why did you just go ahead and start flying off the handle?" Now he was angry. He grabbed my arm and began dragging me to the door, throwing an apologetic look at the speechless guard at the desk before the cool, outdoors air hit my face again. Good. It was getting too stuffy in there.

"I didn't mean to!" I insisted, biting my lip as Delsin roughly let go of my arm. That guy had one hell of an iron grip. "She just has a serious talent for provoking people."

"You think?" Delsin sighed in frustration. "Well, you went and finished everything, didn't you? Let's hear it."

I explained everything Augustine had told me to the triad of Conduits. When I had finished, Delsin shook his head in disbelief. "So, the two thieves are Kyra Emerson, who apparently has the power to control darkness and apparently fear, and then Maia, who can control...light and create illusions?"

"Guess so." I then realized how difficult it would really be to capture these Conduits-they even sounded powerful, and even with three of the most powerful Conduits I know on the hunt-well, it would be a challenge.

Even Delsin seemed to think this, because he said, "Then how in the hell's name are we going to find them? The thing on Mercer Island was a stroke of luck."

"Well, we track down their not-so-stealthy affiliates and pick up clues." I said, and a mental image of Crystal's face brought a smile to mine.

"And I know exactly where to start."