A/N: Another new chapter for the ever growing list. And with how the last one ended it couldn't have come at a better time than now.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bioshock.

Reece's first waking thought was of the pounding ache in his head. The second was when his eyes opened and he saw himself facing the ground as he floated over it.

"Oh shit!" he shouted as he passed over a group of people in prison outfits shoveling garbage into furnaces. When he passed over the end of the 'island' below he caught sight of a Handyman cracking his mechanical knuckles as he looked up to see the traveler overhead.

"Daisy, fresh air did the trick. This one's awake." Reece was pulled from the window he was dangling from and back into the airship. A tall, dark-skinned man held him in place with his arms behind his back as a woman slowly stood up after looking over a wounded man on the floor.

"So you're this 'False Shepard' we been hearing so much about. Reece Vega." she said with a heavy accent. Turning around the woman was revealed to be Daisy Fitzroy, Leader of the Vox Populi. "Caused a mess of trouble at the raffle." she continued stepping closer to him.

"I take it you're Daisy Fitzroy, leader of the Vox?" the teen asked struggling a little and causing the man restraining him to grip a little tighter.

"Nothing but." said Fitzroy with a slight smirk. "Me and mine owe you a big thanks for sending Slate and his remaining forces our way. Their support is greatly appreciated, and the old man's skill on the battlefield is invaluable."

Reece straightened a little, "You're welcome, now would you mind telling your friend here to let up? I don't have any issues with you or the Vox. And this airship that you were hanging me out of is mine. I kinda need it to get out of the city."

Fitzroy tilted her head, "Really? Cause it sure look like old Comstock's airship to me." she said as the man holding the teen's arms tightened a little more.

"I'm not looking for a fight Fitzroy." Reece said glaring at the thug holding him.

The leader of the Vox shook her head before motioning to all of the wounded around them, "There already a fight, Vega! Only question is, which side you on?" Fitzroy stepped a little closer, "Comstock is the god of the white man, the rich man, the pitiless. But if you believe in the common folk, then join the Vox. If you believe in the righteous folk, then join the Vox."

From everything he had seen, Reece could understand where Fitzroy and her followers were coming from. Comstock was using his influence to keep people down except for those that believed in him and his twisted bullshit about the world. The Vox were definately about a cause that he could get behind. Fighting for equality in a supremacist community and standing up for those who were unable to stand up for themselves.

However, he didn't have the time to fight in their war.

The thug shook his head, "How can we offer this white-boy a place amongst the Vox, Daisy? He don't seem like the 'Dangerous False Shepard' the Prophet's boys have been broadcasting about."

Reece snapped to the side, slamming his head into the man's chin stunning him and making him release his grip. The teen grabbed the thug's right arm and twist it behind his back. Slamming the heel of this boot into the back of his knee dropping him to the floor while taking the pistol holstered on his hip out with his free hand and pressing it to the back of the man's head.

"How bout now tough guy?" the teen said holding the thug in place and leaving him no room to escape.

Fitzroy stood motionless, but she found herself impressed on how the teen had been able to turn the tide on her subbordinate so quickly. "Impressive, Vega. You would definately be valuable to our cause."

Reece shoved the man forward, ejecting the clip from the pistol and tossing it back at him. "I have something a little more important to do right now than play soldier, Fitzroy. So just give me back my ship and I'll be on my way."

"And the Vox shall give her to you. But first, you must help the Vox." said Fitzroy reaching into her pocket and producing a business card. "Down in Finkton, there's a gunsmith who can supply weapons to our cause. Slate and his men have provided a good amount of firepower, but it's not enough to handle Comstock's forces. You get our guns from him, and you shall have your ship back."

Reece took the card and slipped it into his back pocket. It was then he realized that something, or someone was missing. "Wait! There was a girl with me before you boarded, where is she?!"

Fitzroy looked to her subbordinate who still looked a little sore at being taken down a few pegs. "He must mean the one that bailed out before we docked." he replied.

"She most likely in Finkerton, we're over it right now. I'd get going if I were you." said the leader of the Vox making the teen grit his teeth in frusteration. "Guess I don't have a choice in the matter. But I need to find Elizabeth before finding these guys their guns."

"Guess I can't turn you down then." Reece said as Fitzroy lead him over to the door leading out of the ship. The hatch opened and wind whipped through the large room as he turned to the woman behind him. "I'll get your guns, but this ship better be gift wrapped when I get back." he said before turning back to the opening and looking over the edge.

Pulling out his sky-hook, the traveler leapt from the airship. Arm outstretched as the device hooked on to a lift hook on the side of a crane allowing him to drop down on to a wharf that the airship had been passing over.

Reece looked up as the airship continued on its path before glancing at the place he now found himself in.

The docking area was stationed around a large factory. The sign on the front of the building read 'Fink MFG' with the image of a man with a mustash and top hat that looked very familar.

"That's the asshole from the raffle." the teen muttered to himself as he began checking over his supplies and weapons. Thankful that the Vox hadn't taken anything from him while he had been unconcious.

He still had his Carbine, shotgun and pistol with enough ammo for each to keep fighting for a little while longer. His pack held two health vials, four bottles of Salts, his hoodie, a medical pack with most of its contents and his leather bag filled with Silver Eagles that thankfully wasn't pilfered. Once he was sure everything was in order he strapped the backpack on and began making his way toward the factory.

"I'll worry about finding the gunsmith later. I gotta find Elizabeth before one of Comstock's goons does." he thought making his way down the wharf and along the side of the factory. Keeping his eyes peeled for any sight of the young woman.

Passing by a group of men scrubbing the wooden deck of the walkway or the cargo freights while they were docked. A couple of cops patrolled the area making Reece tense up and prepare for a possible fight. But the officers just passed by him, not even taking a second look as they continued their rounds.

It through him for a moment, then he realized that what he had looked like must not have reached this far yet, meaning he could slip past the patrols for the time being without running into trouble.

When no one was looking, the traveler managed to go through a couple of nearby crates and made away with two more bottles of Salts before anyone took notice. Continuing on his trek, Reece saw the path blocked by a freight that had crashed. Bottles of Shock Jockey were broken and scattered along the ground with electrified crystals growing from the puddles.

A lone man stood with a clip board surveying the damage as the teen approached. "Excuse me?" he asked.

"Move along, nothing to see here." the man said not even looking up from what he was doing.

Reece took a deep breath to calm himself, "I'm just trying to find someone, they may have passed through here recently. Young woman, brunette around nineteen with a long blue skirt. Sound familiar?"

The man hummed and nodded, "I remember seeing someone like that pass through about ten minutes ago. She seemed upset, looked like she was crying." he said writing something down on the clipboard. "Now if you don't mind I have work to do. Sorry, the path ahead is closed until this is all cleaned up."

"I don't have time for this." Reece said creeping up behind the man, wrapping his arm around his throat and trapping him in a sleeper hold with a hand over his mouth. The dock worker struggled wildly, but could not call for help with the strong arm tightening around his windpipe. "Easy. Easy now." the teen said lowly as the man's struggles lessened until he slumped in his arms. The lack of oxygen knocking him out completely.

With the man now out like a light, Reece dragged him across the path and dropped him into one of the crashed freight compartments. Sealing the door behind him as he went through another compartment that lead back to the path and to a set of doors leading inside.

"Get out of here, snipe." a man's voice growled from inside as Reece began to pull the doors open. "You wanna know what we do to pretty stowaways? Or maybe you don't."

When the doors were open wide enough he saw Elizabeth tossed on to the walkway. She got to her feet quickly and took off running as the airship she attempted to board left. "Elizabeth!" the traveler shouted, but she didn't seem to hear him over the airship taking off as she disappeared out of sight.

Shoving the doors open wide enough for him to get through and go off after her, Reece began running with everything he had. "Elizabeth wait!" he called out again as she vanished back into the building ahead.

He kept moving, steel toed boots hitting the hardwood planks under him as he pushed harder to catch up to her. Sliding across the ground like a baseball player under a cluster of freight cars that was passing through.

Exiting the docking storage area, Reece found himself in a large office. Elizabeth was at the far end opening a tear and going through it where two men grabbed her arms. "NO!" the traveler roared pushing himself harder just as the tear closed forcing him to skid to a stop before he slammed into the wall. "Dammit!" he shouted slamming his fist against the wall.

"The Lamb, it's her! Call it in! Call it in!" shouted one of the soldiers on the other side of the wall excitedly.

"No! Let me go!" Elizabeth screamed as the sound of struggling could be heard.

"We got her!" said the other soldier.

Spinning around, Reece looked around for another way to get to where they were. Finding a door leading out of the office, he pulled out his shotgun and ran through it and along the path revealed. "Requested troops are on their way." said someone over the PA system.

"You fuckers aren't taking her!" Reece raged in his thoughts as he flew up a flight of stairs two at a time.

"That's enough out of you!" he heard one of the soldiers yell.

"Let go of me! Get your hands off of me! Let me go!" Elizabeth screamed back.

"Comstock wants you, and we mean to give you to him!" said the other soldier as Reece reached the top of the steps and ran down the hallway. He entered a small station that gave access to a skyway. But the teens sights were locked on the windowed room where the two men were trying to restrain his friend.

"WON'T YOU BE QUIET!" one of the soldier's roared before backhanding Elizabeth hard enough to knock her to the floor. "My patience is done run out!" he said standing over her fallen form.

Reece saw red. Pulling out his Carbine and looking down the sights, targeting the head of the man that struck Elizabeth and pulling the trigger.

The bullet shot through the air, piercing through the window and punching through the soldier's skull spraying blood and grey matter against the wall behind him. The second soldier was dumbstruck and terrified at what happened to his partner. Long enough for a second round to go through the window, through the side of his head and out the other side.

Elizabeth looked up shocked seeing the two men that had been trying to take her fall over dead. But she didn't think about it long as she got up and ran again. Jumping onto a skyway and using her sky-hook to zip away from where they were attempting to hold her captive.

Lowering his rifle, Reece watched Elizabeth escape just as his shield flared to life as a volley of rounds bounced off of it. A squad of soldiers had hunkered down around the various crates on the ground level. Most likely assembled when the call had been made across the PA.

"I don't have time for you fuckers!" the teen roared firing multiple fireblasts at the soldiers. A couple scrambled to get out of the way, others were caught in the blasts and had been sent flying or lit on fire in the process.

A flock of crows followed and they began assaulting the still standing gunmen allowing Reece to take out his sky-hook and latch on to the rails infront of him. Pressing the trigger down hard and zooming off down the skyway after Elizabeth.

"She can't have gone far. Better hurry before more of these guys show up." he jumped off when the rails came to an end at another docking station. Looking up he sighed in relief seeing Elizabeth standing by the departing entrance waiting for transport. "Elizabeth!" he called out making her spin around.

Her face was one utter shock seeing him there as he ran toward her.

The traveler was about halfway to the young woman when something large lashed out and struck him in the chest, sending the teen crashing into a crate that was behind him. Hanging from the support beam of the sign above, a Handyman glared down as Reece staggered to his feet. "False Shepard!" it bellowed before dropping down to the ground. Shaking the planks under them from the weight of the mechanical suit he wore.

Reece shook off the pain from the powerful backhand, pulling out his pistol and shooting at the Handyman in an attempt to do some damage. The rounds clipped off of the dense metal as the half-man half-machine grabbed the teen's body in one of its massive hands, lifting him into the air as though he weighed nothing before hurling him off the pier. His body landing on top of a crate that was being lifted up by a crane.

Having only seconds to register what was happening, Reece scrambled as he tried to find something to grab on to as he began slidding across the surface. Nothing being below him other than the open sky and the ground thousands of feet below.

Thankfully he managed to find purchase in one of the small gaps in the crate, his feet dangling above open air as his pistol fell down through the clouds. Being careful of the crates swinging movements, he began putting one hand in front of the other, managing to get back on to the surface completely.

Luck, however, wasn't on his side.

His green eyes caught sight of the Handyman that had thrown him rip up a chunk of metal from the docks and throw it like a disc. Slicing the ropes holding the crate up on the left side and making it drop down.

Reece lost his grip and began rolling off of the crate. His left hand grabbing the edge of the large box's opening as the doors sprung open and spilling its contents. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! SHIT!" he kept saying looking down at nothing but clouds and air below him. His grip began to weaken. unable to hold up his body's weight coupled with his supplies on his back.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as his fingers slowly gave way, causing him to release his hold on the crate. His mind frozen in terror as he began to plummet to his immediate death.

A bright flash filled his vision as a small blimp suddently appeared in the air below him. His body hitting the soft, rubbery surface and bouncing slightly. It didn't hurt at all, but it was just enough to jar him from his frozen state and grab on to the netting that covered the crafts surface. "Where the hell did this thing-"

"REECE!" Looking up, Reece saw Elizabeth leaning against the railing in front of her. Tears in her eyes and a wide smile on her face.

That's when it clicked. She opened a tear bringing the blimp into this reality just in time to save his life. Relief filled him as the blimp rose up to the piers level. He jumped off on to solid ground just in time for the hysterical girl to slam into his front and squeeze him with strength he didn't know she had.

"I...Th-Thought you were dead!" she managed inbetween sobs.

Reece held her, chin resting on top of her head as her tears soaked into his shirt. "Just a few bumps and bruises. Thanks for the save back there, thought I was a goner."

Elizabeth looked up at him and gave a watery smile. She looked a little roughed up from her ordeal. Her cheek was red from where the soldier had struck her, her blouse had been torn in several places revealing the pale skin of her right shoulder and a little bit of her cleavage. Yet despite her appearance, she just looked happy to see him.

"I thought I would return the favor. I'm just glad that you're okay." she said stepping back a little and looking solumn. "I'm sorry I just left you there. You weren't waking up, and I thought the worst, and-" she stopped when he put a finger to her lips.

"I'm fine Elizabeth, and I'm glad you tried to get yourself somewhere safe even though I wasn't with you." he said smiling. "I've got good news, too. The Vox is willing to give us back our ship. All we have to do is supply weapons to their whole uprising."

Elizabeth's eyebrows rose, "And where exactly are we suppose to get these weapons? From our many friends and allies?" she asked, finding the situation harder than Reece was making it out to be..

The traveler pulled out the business card Fitzroy had given him and handed it to her. "The Vox's leader gave me this. It's the location of a gunsmith here in Finkton. We get them the guns, we get our airship back. Simple."

The young woman looked the card over and shook her head. "Can we trust them? After everything that's happened so far..." she let the statement hang in the air.

Reece shrugged, "Can't say for sure, but we don't have a whole lot of options to get out of here and too many people out to get us. And besides the old saying goes, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'. Let's hope Fitzroy follows the same statement."

"I really hope Paris is worth all of this." Elizabeth said rubbing her arms.

"At least no one will be out to kill us in Paris." Reece said holding his hand out to her. "Wanna get going again, partner?"

His charge smiled again and took the offered hand, "Alright then. Let's go."

X

The name of the gunsmith Fitzroy had sent them to find was Chen-Lin. And if he was working for the Vox covertly to help supply them with firearms it would be a huge problem for them all if Comstock's forces got to him before they did.

With this in mind, the two teens made their way through the slightly crowded station intending on keeping a low profile. Slipping past civilians and patrolling officers as they went down a flight a steps leading farther into the building.

"I've heard about Daisy Fitzroy." Elizabeth said working on the lock on the door at the base of the stairs. "She's either a great hero, or the worst of scoundrels."

"She can be the Queen of England for all I care. As long as we get our ship back it doesn't really matter." said Reece as the lock fell away allowing them passage on to a balcony floor that overlooked a large open room below where multiple cops and a motorized patriot were standing guard.

Elizabeth pointed at the far end, "Over there...a service elevator. Should take us down to Finkton." she said as they crouched down behind the railing.

Reece peered over the top and looked at their opposition again while trying to formulate a plan. "We'll get killed in the crossfire if we even try to make a run for it. And there are too many to take on in such an open area with only so much ammo on us." He focused on the patriot and it came to him. "I got it."

Taking out his shotgun, he channeled a Possession to his hand as he slowly stood up. "Get ready to run for the elevator. Stay close to me and don't stop no matter what." he said seriously getting a nod in response.

The ethreal power flew from his hand and into the mechanical president. The machine stuttered before turning to the nearest officer and open fire. The whole room erupted into chaos as people working in at the nearby desks ran for cover and police began converging on the room to handle the malfunctioning automation.

"Move!" Reece shouted as they ran for the stairs. A cop at the bottom saw them coming and went to intercept them only for the teen's shotgun to blow his chest wide open. The duo reached the ground floor and made a b-line for the service elevator while the motorized patriot continued to lay waste to any and all hostiles in the room.

With most of the police force distracted, the teens reached their destination and hit the switch on the wall. Reece's shield flared when bullets peppered along his back when the cops noticed what was going on.

Raising his shotgun, the traveler blasted the closest officer away while keeping himself in front of Elizabeth. A bolt of electricity shot from his hand, frying another cop and giving him a moment to shoot him as the lift chimmed behind them. "Reece the doors are open!" Elizabeth called out over the gunfire and slipping inside.

Emptying his weapon, Reece sent out a flock of crows to keep the remaining gunmen busy while got on to the lift and sealed the doors. "That was cutting it a bit close." he muttered, reloading his shotgun while his field recharged.

The elevator began to decend slowly, bringing the two closer to their objective that would hopefully lead them out of this never ending cycle of fighting and death.

Riding in silence, Reece looked over at his charge who was leaning against the wall. Her hands rubbing up and down her arms in an attempt to fight off the slight chill in the air he hadn't felt before because of his jacket. "Cold?" he asked breaking the silence.

"A bit. But it's nothing to worry about." she replied, looking up to see her companion reaching into his pack and pulling out an article of clothing she'd never seen before.

"Here, you can wear this." he said holding it out for her.

Curious, she took the hoodie from him and looked it over. Slipping it on and zipping up the front, she found that It was a little different than the sweaters she'd worn in the past. The pockets in the front of her stomach were a little odd, and the covering for her head attached to the back of the shoulders made it feel like a new kind of cloak instead of winter wear.

But it felt comfortable and warm, if a little big on her.

"Thank you." she said rolling up the sleeves so that they weren't covering her hands. "It's really comfortable."

Before Reece could comment, the speakers in the elevator suddently came to life. "Greetings!" said a man's voice. "My name is Jeremiah Fink, and I want to share with you my personal creed."

The two teens looked out the window on the wall across from the lift's door and saw signs with Fink's face plastered all over them while the automated greeting kept playing. "What is the most admirable creature on God's green earth? Why it's the bee! Have you ever seen a bee on vacation? Have you seen a bee take a sick day? Well my friends, the answer is no! So I say, be...the bee! Be the bee!"

"Christ...this jackass really likes the sound of his own voice." Reece thought. Elizabeth looking as though she were thinking along the same lines.

The elevator came to an abrupt stop jarring the teens slightly. A second later a communication device in the corner of the small room began ringing.

Sharing a glance with the young woman with him, Reece approached the box and pressed the button on the front. "Uh...hello?" he asked a little hesitantly.

"Mr. Vega?" asked a woman's voice on the other end.

"Yes?" the traveler replied looking at Elizabeth confused.

"Hold for Mr. Fink, please." said the woman before the device went silent.

"What's going on?" asked Elizabeth feeling uneasy about the situation they were in while she looked out the window in front of her.

"Vega?" came the familiar voice of Jeremiah Fink. "Fink here. Listen, my boy...we've had our eye on you, and I can tell you right now, you are our top candidate! Top! Now, my associate, Mr. Flambeau, will help you with anything you need, ha ha." with that the line ended and the elevator began moving again.

"What the hell was that?" asked Elizabeth. "He seems oddly pleased to make your acquaintance."

"No idea. The bastard sent an angry mob after me not long after I arrived in Columbia." Reece said remembering the fiasco that happened at the raffle. "But when we do run into him, I'll be sure to ask him." the shotgun in his hands was racked for emphasis.

The elevator continued to decend, the building's interior passing by and revealng a wide open space outside. A clocktower dominating the center of the expanse, and in front of the tower was a golden statue of Fink displayed for all to see.

"Well, the man's got an ego." Elizabeth commented as they drew closer to the ground.

"You think he's over-compensating for something?" Reece asked with a chuckle. But the inside joke went over the girl's head reminding him that he was in a place long before such phrases were invented.

After a few minutes of listening more to Fink's business propaganda, the doors to the elevator finally opened on the ground floor of the building. The two teens stepped into a waiting room where a table had been set up at the far end. A large bottle of Salts, a medical bag, lock picking kit, and a stash of Silver Eagles were waiting.

A well dressed man stood behind the table and welcomed them. "Mr. Vega, welcome to Finkton." he said with a small bow. "You'll find a variety of supplies here that should see you through your visit."

"Who are you, and what does Fink want with us?" Elizabeth asked eyeing the supplies and looking back at their greeter.

"I am Mr. Flambeau." said the man." And I'm sorry Miss, but Mr. Fink's interest is strictly with the gentleman."

Reece rolled his eyes as he began gathering up the items before them. Among them was a large handgun that resembled a revolver and weighed a little heavier than his pistol had. "I don't understand." said Elizabeth a little put off by the man's answer.

"I'm sorry, but any questions regarding the gentleman's application should be taken up with Mr. Fink directly." replied Flambeau stepping aside allowing the doors before them to slid up and open up to the courtyard beyond before disappearing through a side door.

Slipping his new firearm into his jacket and the ammo into his pack. Reece walked up next to his charge and looked to where their greeter had left. "He seemed helpful." he said with his words dripping with sarcasm.

"Does this strike you as good news? It doesn't strike me as good news." Elizabeth said as they exited the room and approached a small flight of stairs leading to to the ground level of the courtyard. Her companion didn't reply, his gaze sweeping over the gathered people while an auctioneer spoke to them.

Slipping around the crowd and staying as far out of sight as possible, the duo hit up a vending machine and stocked up on a few health vials, food and ammo for Reece's weapons before making their way to the clock tower where Fitzroy's card said the gunsmith was living.

With the auction still going on, none of the workers or patrolling police officers noticed the teens enter the shop run by Chen-Lin. Closing the door behind them as they observed their surroundings. "He's not here." said Elizabeth as they looked at the various tools and other supplies.

"Must be farther in." Reece said heading to the double doors in the back. Taking out his new side arm and clicking the hammer back as he pushed them open slowly with his shoulder. We wasn't taking any chances in the off chance this was a double cross.

The room beyond was glowing from the open furnace in the basement level, illuminating the stacks of crates and barrels around the whole floor filled with supplies that no doubt went toward Lin's profession.

The temperature a bit warmer from the flames, was the first thing Reece noticed. The second was that there was no one else there. Looking up, he saw stairs leading several flights upward to the top of the clock tower, meaning the one they were looking for must have been higher up.

"It's clear." he said stepping inside and holding the door so Elizabeth could slip through. The crackling fire from the furnace and the sounds of machinery above filled the tower as they headed for the stairs and began to make their way up.

Reece leading with his hand cannon raised in case something came out at them, they reached a landing where a shrine had been set up. Lanterns hung from the ceiling and casting a glow over two tables set up with various dishes and cups. Purple colored orchids lined the tables and a stone dragon sat off to the right with a statue of Buddha at the front.

"I've read about this." Elizabeth said approaching the shrine and looking things over with a careful eye. "That's the Gautama Buddha. The founder of Buddhism. He spent 49 days under a Bodhi tree until he achieved enlightenment."

"I have a feeling Comstock won't be so noble if he found someone worshiping an idol that isn't him." said Reece as they moved past the shrine and into the top level of the tower. Several machines were set up around the room that were designed to make firearms and ammuntion. Crates that were meant to house the products from the machines sat in the corners empty and the machines themselves were cold and looked to haven't been in use for a little while.

"Hello? Hello! are you here?" the traveler called out and only got silence in return.

"Something doesn't feel right. What do you think happened here?" asked Elizabeth looking for anything that could give them a clue.

Reece checked out the crates and saw something out of place. The lids on each wooden box had been pried open with a crowbar recently. And on the floor among pieces of wood and metal shavings were boot prints and scuff marks. "Someone got here before us. There are signs of a struggle, and it looks like this place was cleaned out. Cops must have figured out Lin was helping the Vox and ransaked his shop."

Both teens froze when they heard footsteps on the wooden stairs below them. Reece put a finger to his lips telling Elizabeth to stay quiet as he treaded slowly back toward the stairs, hand cannon at the ready as they made their way back down where they came.

Rounding the corner on the lower landing, the traveler lowered his weapon when he saw an asian woman standing at the alter they had passed a moment ago. A single candle lit on the table as she stood with her arms held together before her in prayer.

"Ma'am?" Reece asked approaching slowly with Elizabeth on his heels. "Excuse me, we're sorry to bother you. But we're looking for Mr. Lin." The woman acted like she hadn't heard him and continued praying. "Ma'am?" he asked again reaching out to her.

"Mr. Lin not here. He...gone." she said with her voice shaking. Eyes bloodshot from tears that had been shed.

"Gone?" asked Elizabeth approaching the woman and touching her arm as she struggled to keep her composure.

"They take. Flying Squad. I pray Gautama Buddha. Pray give husband back. Give back to May Lin." whimpered before sobbing into her hands as Elizabeth tried to comfort her in anyway she could.

"Where did they take him?" asked Reece, his heart going out to the grieving wife after seeing her husband taken from her. A sliver of anger going up his back seeing more of the Prophet's cruelty toward those who didn't worship him like the false god that he was.

"Club." said May after a few moments. "Everyone take to Good Time Club." she began to shutter again as more tears came to her eyes. "Why not Vox Populi help Chen Lin? Why not Daisy Fitzroy help Chen Lin?"

"We'll get him back." said Elizabeth as the woman turned back to the shrine. "We'll find your husband and bring him back. Right Reece?" she looked at him and he nodded back. They didn't get a response as Ms. Lin went back to praying, so they opted to leave her be and make their way back down to the ground floor.

"This is horrible...How can anyone be so cruel to those who don't share the same faith." said the young woman shaking her head.

Sighing, Reece ran a hand through his hair before turning to his charge. "Where I'm from, it's still a pretty common thing. Despite being a century from the here and now, people still have averice against those of different faith, race, culture, sexual orientation and even intelligence. It's stupid and narrow minded. Hate breeds more hate and the cycle never seems to end."

Elizabeth looked at her companion a little stunned, "I guess people never truly learn." she said with a deep sigh. "What about you?"

The traveler shrugged, "My parents raised me to keep an open mind about the world. It's not what you are in terms of lifestyle or upbringing. But more or less who you are that should define how others persieve you." He looked to the door with his expression turning serious. "With Lin captured we can't do anything for the Vox. We'll have to bust him out if we want out of here."

His charge agreed as they went through the doors they came through before and back into the shops front room. Weapons and Vigors ready as they left the shop and back out into the courtyard.

Completely unaware that their task was about to get a lot more complicated.

A/N: Reece and Elizabeth are reunited, but with this new mission from the Vox could prove to be one hell of a challenge. And it's only just beginning.

New chapter, same time same place guys.