"So what's your story?" Meltzer asked sinclair in the luxury car of the train. "My story?" Sinclair asked, amused. "Well, I came down here on an invite from ol' Andrew Ryan. He saw some o' my work on the surface, and my ability to get him the buildin' materials for this place without too many questions bein' asked, and gave me a spot down here. I built up quite a lot of buisnesses and buildings. The Sinclair Deluxe was an apartment complex and housing for the poor folks in pauper's drop. A slum down here in rapture. I admit I did quite a few shady dealings. But when things went to hell, I figured without a market to exploit, I'd get on the good side of the only sane folks left down here." Meltzer balked. "Sane? There are still sane people down here?" "Well the entire city wasn't addicted to ADAM chief. Some folks were too poor to afford plasmids or tonics, Some of em didn't partake cause they saw it as playin with fire. Some folks just stopped using it when they felt themselves slippin'. I haven't told the kid yet, but my plan is to get Elanor out of there and give Delta an offer. See, The doc tells me she's found a cure for ADAM sickness." Meltzer took a look outside the train car windows at the ruined city. The art deco splendor crumbling beneath the weight and flow of the cold atlantic. "See, this city could be great again. You said it yourself, rapture was beautiful. But if you make a city for people to pull themselves up by their bootstraps and fill it up with ritzy folks, what did Ryan think was gonna happen? But I know different. A lot of these folks hidin away safe are real clever, I got a few engineer's one of the original architechts of rapture had a daughter, she knows the city like the back of her hand. A few smart scientists escaped everything too. I figure we could get the city runnin again." Meltzer thought everything over. Sinclair seemed a shrewd buisnessman, and if it was true he had almost everything he needed, it seemed he could do what he planned. "So why tell me this." "You're a good detective chief. I figure you'd have found everythin' out eventually." Sinclair shrugged.
"I also need to tell you somethin' else..." Sinclair's normal jovial southern charm dropped. He seemed very serious and...Guilty? "I ain't the upstanding buisnessman I present myself to be. Well, I am now. But I used to be worse. Y'see. Persephone, the prison Ryan had for people he didn't like? I ran it. I financed the experiments on prisoners, and well...There's a lot of things I'd rather leave unsaid. But after 10 years of livin in the hellhole rapture became. I can't say I want that anymore. All the shady deals didn't get me anywhere but a filthy room I used as a safehouse in a rottin' amusement park. Figured I'd tell ya that too before Lamb tried to use it. I really do want to help the kid. And Elanor. He's been goin through the ringer tryin to get to her. And sure, Mountains fo splicers are dead for it. But Lamb had a little cabal of people she surrounded herself with. One o' them was a singer by the name of Gracie Holloway. She was convinced Delta was some kind of monster, thought he had turned her into a little sister. She put him through hell to get to her to unlock the train station, and all he did when he got to her? Took the key and left. Showed her he was a man under that divin' suit. I thought about if I'd thrown my lot in with doc lamb. What if I had been under his gun? And some man like me had been in his ear? where would I be? Perspective is a helluva thing. I understand if you want Delta to throw me out into the ocean, I also understand if you want to tell him everythin I told you. But the foundation of every buisness partnership is trust. So I'm trustin you that you'll believe me when I say I want to be different."
Meltzer processed the information. If what Sinclair said was true, He probably was responsible for delta being what he was today. But if it was true, he also wanted to make amends. "And what about Delta? And Lambda? Were you going to tell them?" "After the kid had his daughter safe and in his arms I was." "Then tell them when that happens. What they do with that info is their choice. You took a risk telling me that when I have a gun. So...it's your secret to share." Sinclair smiled at his companion. "Thanks cheif.". "How are Delta and Lambda?" "I haven't checked on the helmet camera in a while. Let me see." Through a monitor the man had rigged up in the car, the picture of Delta's point of view came to the screen, along with the audio it picked up. The scene was chaotic, a berserking alpha series was rampaging around, trying to kill Delta and Lambda. "Oh dear." "What is- I thought He and Lambda were the last ones?" "The last sane ones chief. If the alpha series lost their sisters, they either went into a coma and died or...well...this." Finally a well placed shot from Lambda's shotgun brought down the beast, causing it to fall over and hit the ground with a weightful thud. "Nice shootin' Son." Sinclair congratulated. The alpha series looked to Delta and gave a thumbs up.
A/N: In terms of excuses, I have no excuses. But here it is. the story is not dead, and Sinclair and Metlzer have a nice catch up to show I understand I can't just stick both of them in the fridge just to keep following Delta and Lambda (as much as I want to, because putting Meltzer in rapture would be stupid but I don't want to leave him to become a rumbler like in canon. HE WILL GET MORE SCREENTIME I PROMISE.)