Elizabeth slowly woke up to find herself surrounded by darkness. She tried to move but something was holding onto her. At first she panicked; had she been caught by Comstock's men? She tried to break free from whatever was holding her, but she stopped when her efforts were greeted by a low groan. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she realized that it was Booker who was holding onto her. His arm was tightly wrapped around her and his other was resting on his lap, still clutching his pistol. Elizabeth sighed with relief. Booker was still fast asleep and she was still tired too. She decided a few more minutes wouldn't hurt, so she curled back up next to Booker and nestled her head on his chest. Booker, still asleep, let out a deep sigh and tightened his hold on her.

Elizabeth felt truly safe for the first time in years. As she lay there, she remembered her time locked up in the tower. In her younger years, she loved Songbird. He would bring her books when she was bored and sing for her when she was lonely. When a storm came and she was scared, Songbird would hold her in his large hands and coo softly until she fell asleep.

That all changed when she got older and realized Songbird was as much her warden was he was her friend. Songbird would punish her for every escape attempt and foil her attempts to be truly alone. She learned to hate him, and to dread his song. Songbird represented protection and safety, but also oppression and order. Booker was different. He too represented protection, but he also gave her freedom. She felt truly safe with him and never wanted to leave his side.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from outside their box and Booker woke up with a start. "What's happening?" Booker whispered, bring his pistol up to ready.

"I don't know!" Elizabeth whispered back with a terrified look in her eyes.

They heard the sound again, this time closer. They heard voices now, but they couldn't make out what they were saying.

Thud!

Elizabeth held onto Booker's arm in fear and Booker cocked his pistol. The sounds were getting closer.

Thud!

This time the noise came from right outside their box. They could understand the voices this time. "Ah bloody hell! There's nothin' in this one either!" shouted a voice with a Irish accent.

"Keep looking, there's gotta be something in one of these boxes." answered another voice.

Booker held out his gun with one hand and wrapped the other around Elizabeth. The front of their box was torn off and a bright light shined down on them. The two voices turned out to be two men, one Irish and one black, wearing red face paint.

"Oi! Who are these two!" yelled the irish man. The two men pointed their machine guns at Booker. Booker quickly aimed his pistol at the Irish man's head.

"I recommend you drop that," the black man said, re-aiming his gun at Elizabeth. "Now."

Booker reluctantly dropped his pistol and put his hands behind his head. He didn't like surrendering but what other choice did he have?

"Come on you two, we're going for a walk" the black man motioned for them to come with them. Booker stood up, Elizabeth still clutching Booker's arm. The two men laughed at her as they walked by and she buried her face in Booker's side. Booker growled. He would be sure to repay these "gentlemen" for their hospitality later. They walked across the deck of a barge, empty boxes lay strewn across the deck. More men dressed in red were standing on the deck, most of them were holding machine guns. "Who the hell are these guys?" Booker muttered to himself. The two men lead them to the captains quarters. Two armed guards stood by the door; they nodded as Booker and Elizabeth approached and opened the door. The two guards pushed Booker and Elizabeth into a dark room, lit by only a single light bulb. A dark figure stood just outside of the light's radius.

"So you're this 'False Shepherd' who's been causing all this chaos for the founders." said the figure. Her voice revealed she was a woman. It wasn't like Elizabeth's soft song like voice however; it was rough and world-weary. This was the voice of someone who had gone to hell and back, and lived to tell the tale. The figure stepped into the light, revealing a small but intimidating black woman. She had her black hair tied back, and wore dark overalls over a white shirt. She had a fire in her eyes that reminded Booker of Slate back at Wounded Knee.

"You know who I am? Who WE are?" she asked them.

Booker began to say he didn't know but Elizabeth interrupted him. "Y-your Daisy Fitzroy, leader of the anarchist group The Vox Populi"

"Yes," She walked closer to Elizabeth, who hid behind Booker. "And who are you, little miss?"

"Hey, you talk to me!" Booker asserted, placing his hand on Elizabeth.

Daisy turned to look at Booker. "I know who you are False Shepherd." She turned to look back at Elizabeth. "I assume this is the Lamb then, yes? Comstock's little bitch." Her words stung Booker and he angrily retorted "Watch what you say, you harlot!" He started to move closer to Daisy, but he stopped when he saw several armed guards walked out of the shadows. Elizabeth poked her head out from behind him to watch what was transpiring.

Daisy laughed at Booker's flash of anger. "I don't think you're in the position to be demanding things." She narrowed her gaze. "But, you may be of use to me."

"I'm not getting involved with your little band of rebels, Fitzroy." he said sharply "My priority is getting the hell out of this city."

Fitzroy laughed again. "You think Comstock is just going to let you walk out of here with the Lamb? No, you need us False Shepherd. More than you can imagine."

"And why is that?"

"Make no mistake, False Shepherd. War IS coming. So the only questions is," Daisy continued "Whose side are you on? Comstock's the god of the white man, the rich man, the pitiless man." She turned and put her hand on one of her guards shoulders. "But if you believe in the everyman, the righteous man, then join the Vox."

"I just want out of the city" Booker responded.

She stared forcefully into Booker's eyes. "Help me burn this city to the ground, and I'll see that you and your pretty little friend get out of here. You have my word."

Booker thought about what she said for a minute. She was right, Comstock wasn't going to let them go easily and they could use all the help they could get. He looked down at Elizabeth, who looked up at him and nodded. Booker let out a deep sighed.

"OK, Fitzroy. You got a deal."

Note: Not one of my best chapters :P
Fitting in Fitzroy without the airship was a bit difficult but I hope you like how I got her in there.

Another thing, I may not be able to post everyday for the next week or so. I have a few chapters for backup, so we'll just see how it all plays out.