I glanced back and forth between the silent Jack Ryan and the fidgety Camille Adler, I myself being anxious. The bathysphere was taking us straight over to Point Prometheus: to our last stand against Frank Fontaine. Jack eventually looked up from his machine gun and gave us a weak smile before returning to it, tightening a few of the coils so that the weapon wouldn't jam. I couldn't return the smile no matter how hard I tried.

The bathysphere docked at long last and we carefully stepped out one by one, Jack taking point while Camille and I trailed behind. Ascending the stairs, we looked around at the dilapidated station that had suffered under the random Big Daddy rampages that went through here during training. Even the time board was blown out of the floor and sitting precariously on its side on top of a pile of rubble.

We weaved through the destruction to the tunnel on the other side and vaguely heard a splicer shouting something or another. Never thought that they'd make it here with the Big Daddies that were still trapped here. "Stay alert," Camille warned, her shotgun fully loaded and ready.

We approached the other end of the tunnel and realized that it wasn't a splicer, but Frank Fontaine rigging up a few security bots. For that moment we were glad that the door refused to open. "Oh bloody hell..." I groaned, dropping to my knee and taking aim at the bots.

"I don't even want to see them walk!" Fontaine shouted at the bots before they beeped to life, flying over to our direction. The door still refused to open even with us standing next to it, so the bots could only do one thing: Shoot out the glass. Camille flinched when the glass bounced off her arms, but that didn't stop the buckshot that was placed into one of the security bots. That bot was finished off with an arrow to one of it's camera lenses.

Jack charged ahead, giving chase to Fontaine. "Jack!" Camille shouted after him, dispatching the second security bot. We both ran after the young man only to discover him banging on the door leading further into Point Prometheus and the Proving Grounds.

"Scheiße! You let him get away," Tenenbaum scolded us, sounding overtly annoyed. "I need a moment for thinking..."

Camille wandered over to the lock to try and see what she could, but she groaned in frustration. "The wires are completely shot. Hawkeye, what about the vents?"

I shook my head. "Above us is a spider splicer nest. It'd be suicide to go through those vents even if we're careful."

"Ah!" Tenenbaum suddenly said and I could almost picture her look of triumph at whatever she thought of, "Ach, of course! This will be no problem. Find a Big Daddy and search his body. I would suggest you to be finding a dead one."

"Kraut, what are you going on about?" I questioned.

"Quiet. Just do it. I explain later," She retorted and it took everything I had to keep my face impassive. Camille elbowed me and followed Jack to a nearby dead Big Daddy who had been slammed through a wall, its heavy limbs strewn about like a rag doll. Made me wonder what exactly happened to earn this result. "Do you see the suit control system? Sehr gut, get it. That is step one of turning you into one of those disgusting Big Daddies."

Camille snatched the radio from Jack's hand with the chant of, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Are you out of your mind?"

"It is the only way to get through that door fontaine went through. A Little One must open it," The kraut explained hurriedly. "And they'll only trust Jack if he looks like, sounds like and even smells like one of those big, stinking brutes."

I crossed my arms loosely with my crossbow hanging off to the side. "This is crazy, Tenenbaum," Camille argued pacing the length of the Big Daddy corpse.

Jack shrugged and retrieved the control system from the suit. It came out with a short tug on a few wires and made me blink at the size. It was about the size of a dictionary with various cables and wires hanging from the box all designed make controlling the heavy suit a lot easier on the person grafted into the suit. Camille shoved the radio back into Jack's hands and growled, "Follow me."

"What did Tenenbaum say?" I asked, following behind her.

"She told me everything we had to get: The body suit, the helmet, the boots and the Big Daddy pheromone."

"One second you're calling her crazy, the next you're agreeing to run her errands," I commented plainly which earned me a glare.

"As much as I hate doing this to Jack, she's right. Those Little Sisters are our only chance through that door. Hopefully, Tenenbaum can fix Jack once we..." She trailed off.

I put my hand on her shoulder and said, "It'll be all right, Cam."

"You're lying through your teeth."

"Prove it." I stepped away and moved toward a nearby staircase. The staircase led past a library which I paid no mind to since there would be Big Daddy parts in there. "Where to, Miss Adler?" I asked, looking between the workshops.

"There," She answered and gestured to the Little Wonders Educational Facility, the neon sign fizzing and sparking from sustained damage. "They produced the pheromones there as well as conditioned the Little Sisters."

"Conditioned?" Jack questioned, following us to the door labeled 'main hall'.

Camille didn't answer and took the lead. The main foyer split of to go around a section of wall, one leading to desks, the other leading to a viewing area. "We bred Little Ones to imprint certain smells, the pheromones. But this is not like putting on aftershave. You'll need three industrial applications of this stuff and then the Little Ones will be drawn to you like a bee to honey. You will have to gather three pheromones here, so that you smell disgusting, just like a Big Daddy," Tenenbaum explained.

Camille wandered over to a desk and plucked a red vial off the surface. "Here. This is one of them." She handed it too Jack who took it and pulled the cork off.

He gave it a whiff and nearly gagged at the stench. "Smells like rotting fish!" He groaned, covering his nose. My hand flew to my nose at the stink emanating from the bottle, my face screwing up in disgust.

"You gotta do it," Camille reluctantly urged, pushing the bottle closer to him.

He sighed and dumped the bottle over what skin was available for purchase. The pheromone made me and Camille gag, but did it's job of soaking into Jack's skin, becoming a permanent smell to him. Jack groaned again and shivered uncontrollably. "Okay..." I gulped down the bile in the back of my throat. "2 more to go."

"I can only be glad I am nowhere near you and that awful stink. Why the Little Ones are drawn to the smell of those pheromones is beyond anything I can understand." Me and Camille equally glared at the radio both thinking the same thing: Look who's talking, kraut.

"Mother Goose really got her hooks into you," Fontaine chuckled darkly over the radio and Camille froze up. I pushed her to continue on our search for the bottles. "You can knock Ryan all you want, but the old man was bingo on one point of fact: You won't even walk 'til somebody says 'go!'"

"Don't listen to him, Jack. He's getting backed into a corner," I reassured glancing over the railing. "Holy..."

The railing overlooked a little room with a single bed perfectly sized for a child with a pink blanket covering the mattress. There was a white bookshelf beside the bed with a little lamp resting on top. A teddy bear laid on the ground holding a gift box and a Little Sister needle not too far from it. In front of the bear was another bottle of the pheromone. "Hang on," I called to the other two and leapt over the railing.

"Hawkeye!" Camille shouted after me and flung herself at the railing.

I landed without a problem into the room and grabbed the bottle. I held up the bottle for her to see and tossed it up to her waiting hands. The door behind me didn't open when I pulled the lever, placed precariously out of reach of a child. "Shit," I cursed before glancing up.

I took a few steps back before running full sprint at the wall, using my momentum to kick off the wall and up, my hands outstretched. I barely caught the railing, but regardless, I pulled myself up again with a grunt. "That..." Jack muttered, staring at me wide-eyed. "...was amazing."

I just nodded. Camille shook her head at me and handed Jack the next bottle of pheromone. He administered it and thankfully we adjusted quickly to the stench so we could continue on. "How are we going to get that stench off of you?" I questioned, grimacing again at the smell.

Jack shrugged. "Hopefully Dr. Tenenbaum can fix it."

"Hopefully. Or else it's going to take a lot of cologne to get rid of that stench."

Camille led us to a back room and we paused. Numerous operating tables were scattered around the place, a few freezers for chemicals and a few television screens. "What is this place?" Jack questioned, glancing around.

"I don't know," Camille admitted, glancing around. "I've never seen this part."

We walked further into the room and spotted a bottle of pheromone on the furthest desk with a wide bay window overlooking the ocean floor. Jack walked up to the desk and reached for the bottle, but stopped. "Jack?" I asked approaching him. His eyes were fixed on a storage closet to the left with a shelf against the farthest wall. In a pile on the floor was the very familiar dresses of the Little Sisters.

A tear fell down Jack's face, catching me off guard. "Jack?"

"'No, Papa Suchong, I don't want to go on the table,'" He repeated. "That's what the ghost said. The ghost of a little girl." He leaned heavily against the desk staring at the bottle of pheromones in his hand. "This place... It's nothing but evil."

Camille didn't bother to place her hand on his shoulder like she would have to comfort him. It didn't take a genius to know that she indirectly helped with this, a fact that Jack had learned from Ryan before he died violently. Even if she was just Fontaine's secretary, she knew about it and could have stopped it, but she didn't. She just sat back and collected a paycheck. Not that I was any saint: I gathered information on people that Ryan wanted Sinclair to make disappear and some involuntarily became Big Daddies. Like Johnny Topside a.k.a Subject Delta. I saw his file on Sinclair's desk once and a quick peek lead me to conclude that Johnny was no longer human, but one of those hulking behemoths, specifically the first Big Daddy to bond with a Little Sister.

"Let's go. We've got more stuff to get," I said moving to leave the room.

"Is good start. Now you need only to find the suit and the voice box from the other labs and you will be a proper brute. Get moving."

Fail-Safe Armored Escorts held most of what we needed: The body suit and the helmet, but the boots were a problem. "Are you kidding me? They're in the library?!" Camille growled at the Accu-Vox recording Suchong had made to vent his frustrations.

"I'll go get the boots and the suit. Just find the voice box," I said, walking away from the two.

"Hawkeye!" Camille called after me. I stopped and looked back at them. "Take this!" She tossed her radio at me and I snatched it out of the air. "Be careful."

I nodded and attached the radio to my belt. "Same goes to you." I walked out of sight of them and into the library. I stared with wide eyes a rocket turret placed defensively between the narrow walkway that led further into the library. "Oh shit!" I shouted and ducked behind one of the bookshelves. The turret let off a rocket causing books and papers to go flying everywhere, raining down around me.

Glancing down at my crossbow, I cursed not bringing a shotgun or something. I took a few deep breaths and waited for another rocket to come out and explode before coming out of cover. Quickly aiming down the sights, I let an arrow fly down the barrel, causing the projectile to detonate prematurely, taking the turret with it. I grinned at the rain of debris and the scorch mark that tattooed the floor. "Not bad," I commented, stepping over the bits of charred metal.

The boots were easy to spot, but as I approached them, a splicer popped out from behind the counter, hurling fireballs at me. It was quickly silenced by a bolt to the head. I grabbed the boots in one arm so that I could maintain a grip on my crossbow and left the library, making my way to Fail-Safe Armored Escorts to collect the suit and helmet.

I perked up at Camille chatting angrily from the tone, but I couldn't quite make out the words. Camille came into view first followed by Jack both of them giving an incredulous look at the pile of Big Daddy armor I was sitting on. "How on earth did you manage to collect this as fast as you did?" Camille questioned, circling the armor while Jack slowly started to put them on.

"I have my ways." A lot of dragging, grunting and cursing, that's how.

I placed the boots in front of him and he stepped into them carefully. "Well, this is certainly different," I mused looking through the porthole at the man inside. "How do you feel?"

He grumbled low catching me off guard. "The voice box was a little more... permanent than we thought," Camille explained, looking at Jack with an apologetic look.

"Hope the kraut can fix him."

"Yes, now this is a Big Daddy. Are you ready? No, go to the Little Sister vent by the Proving Grounds," Tenenbaum ordered.

I glanced at the Little Sister vent nearby and motioned for Jack to go. "We'll be right behind you." He gave out a grumble and moved to the vent, hammering on it with his fist.

On cue, a little girl crawls out, carrying a Little Sister needle with her. She was cured of the ADAM slug, but it didn't make the needle any less ominous. "Hey, Mr. B, follow me!" She giggled walking toward the door. A little door at the bottom opened up and allowed her to pass through without any trouble. It took only a few seconds before the doors slid open and the Little Sister was standing there with a grin on her face. 'Come on, Mr. B, this way!"

"The Little Ones will lead you to Fontaine, but you must protect them. Und bitte, it would mean very much to me if you will be gentle with the girls - mein kleines mädchen."

Jack thudded past the doors and Camille and I followed at a safe distance behind so that we wouldn't startle the girl.

"That's it, kid. It's been a long road. You don't even remember most of it. Put you on a sub where you were just a sprout. I really wound you up with that wife and child bit: 'Ah, me wee baby Patrick!' Maybe one day, I'll get me a real family. They play well with the suckers," Fontaine sniggered and Camille's grip on her shotgun tightened.

"Don't listen to him," I reminded harshly, getting sick of repeating myself.

The Proving Grounds, once a museum that held no further use and was making no money so it was bought out by Fontaine to be used as a Big Daddy training ground, the displays of fish still intact surprisingly. The lobby still had the front desk with a cash register on top of it, no one bothering to remove it after clearing it of money.

We followed the Little Sister into the central atrium, arriving in time to watch the giant whale skeleton collapse onto the floor below, crushing a Big Daddy in the process. Across the atrium on another balcony was another Big Daddy - a bouncer - who let out a loud roar and disappeared through the doors behind him. "Anyone get a bad feeling?" Camille questioned, glancing to me.

I shook my head and followed Jack and the Little Sister through the nearby gate. "I see an angel!" The Little Sister said with a strange sense of glee and immediately drove her needle into the stomach of a corpse on the ground.

That triggered the yells of nearly a dozen splicers. "Here they come," I stated, crossbow prepped to shoot anything that came at us.

Like clockwork, splicers came sprinting down the hallways. Camille let off a few buck shots, blowing a few of them away, but others got too close for comfort. Jack was quick to blow away any that our shotgun shells and bolts missed. I ran out of bolts and before I had a chance to reload a new magazine of bolts, a splicer came sprinting down the hall. I stood and delivered a well timed kick to his head, sending him into the wall. I punched in his ribs, feeling each bone crack under the pressure of my punches, my last punch caving in his throat. He slumped to the ground, choking on his own blood and ultimately died. 2 more came down the hall and were met with my freshly reloaded crossbow sending bolts into their chests.

The Little Sister finally stood up from harvesting the ADAM from the corpse and called out, "Let's go, Mr. B!"

We had to repeat the process two more times, fending off both splicers and the rogue bouncer we saw earlier, Jack effectively taking the bouncer down with little trouble. "Let's never do this again," Camille voiced, her breath heavy from exertion. My own matched hers and Jack's shoulders were sagged from the weight of the Big Daddy suit with the added heavy limbs from lifting the heavy arms of the suit to even fire a weapon. And with Fontaine chiming through the radio at every turn, it became apparent how much splicing this man was doing from the way the sanity in his voice changed and the exertion it was under.

The Little Sister finally lead us to a room stocked up on everything we would need: grenades, ammunition, vending machines and a Gatherer's Garden in the corner. "Holy Moses..." I muttered, looking around at everything. I immediately moved to the stacks of crossbow bolts and pocketed a few packs, reloading the spent magazine with a fresh one. I repeated the action with the revolver (stolen from Camille) and pocketed a few more rounds for emergencies. Camille did the same with her shotgun and revolver and together we waited for Jack to finish prepping his own gear. The Little Sister crawled into the nearby vent and turned around, holding out her syringe for Jack.

"There, you must use the needle of the Little Sister to drain Fontaine of his ADAM. It is the only way to defeat him. Fontaine waits above. There will be no going back from here. Make sure you are ready to face him before moving on."

"End of the line," Camille breathed, her gaze fixated on the elevator that was conveniently big enough for the 3 of us, even with Jack's suit.

"In for a dime, in for a dollar."

We were about to step on to the elevator when Camille, of course, stopped us. Why did I see this coming? "Let me go up first."

I shook my head. I knew what tree she was trying to bark up. There was no way in hell Fontaine would just surrender. I almost felt sorry for her really: Fontaine had instilled enough fear and really sunk his claws into her tiny little heart. Even now as he was ripping the organ from her chest, she still wanted to appease to whatever humanity he had left. "No way. You'll be mincemeat."

"Please!" She begged. "Maybe I can talk him down, tell him to surrender..." My arm twitched to punch her straight in the fucking mouth. Jack let out a groan from his helmet, his tone displeased with the notion as well of Camille going to 'talk down' Fontaine from his determination to kill us in the most violent way possible. There would be very little left that was actually Fontaine with how badly he was splicing himself.

I almost screamed at her, "Goddammit, Adler, I knew you didn't have it in you! Well, fuck you!" It took almost everything I had not to punch her in the fucking mouth. "You may not be able to put him down, but I gladly will."

"I-I..." She paused, her eyes clenching shut. "You're right. I can't. I told Tenenbaum this. She said... She said I had to try for him," She jerked her chin at Jack who gave a shrug showing he had no idea what she was talking about. I could feel my muscles tensing, itching to lay one right across her jaw, but refrained. "He's desperate. He's... spliced out of his mind. Maybe I can..."

"He killed my son! You can't do anything!" I snapped letting my anger boil over. She visibly flinched and took a step back. "He didn't even have the dignity to do it himself. No, he stuffed Patrick in a sub presumably under the lie that they were going to use the sub to escape, only if he cooperated with the elaborate lie Fontaine crafted as Atlas. Then the sub exploded. He didn't care that Patrick was dead. All he cared about was getting Jack to kill Ryan. He's not walking out of here. If you can't handle that, then step aside. We'll put him down. Gladly."

My hand fell away and gripped tightly to my crossbow. Camille reached for the gate that blocked our access to the elevator, but her hand fell short, hovering over the handle. "You're right."

I blinked at the admission. "Really?"

"Y-Yes. I just... I panicked. I want... things to end well. I want him to give up. But I want my life more. There's no mercy in him. If I tried to reason with him, he'd just kill me. I don't want that. I want to get out of here." I'd see to it personally.

"We will. Me, you, Jack, Tenenbaum and Sinclair." I purposely added Sinclair's name to see her reaction. Her face went blank for a moment: gotcha.

"Y-Yes. Sinclair." And a stumble of words. I'm sorry, Camille, but I'm not going to leave Sinclair behind. Hell would freeze over before that happened.

Camille finally opened the elevator and gestured for us to step inside. My hand hovered over the button as I glanced at Camille and Jack, inhaling sharply. "Ready?"

"Ready." Jack banged a fist twice on the metal framing of the elevator in agreement. I really hope the kraut could fix him, it'd be a shame to see him suffer like this for the rest of his life. He didn't deserve that.