I woke up, and pulled on my armor. Paul and Wreav were already awake and eating breakfast.

"Morning sunshine." Paul said.

"Moring, thank you very much." I replied.

I sat down, and got a buzz on my pager. I read it aloud. "We have a lead. Come here ASAP."

"Oh crap. Come on, now Damnit!" I ran out the door.

Paul and Wreav followed behind me. I ran out the door of the housing unit, and down the street. My shotgun was strapped to my back.

After ten minutes of running, we made it to the Intel section. I scanned my ID card, and the door opened. I ran up to Dexter, who was my main link.

"Dexter, what's the lead?" I asked.

"Well, in Chicago, they have been registered there. That's it though. Oddly enough, Splicer activity there is five times more than normal. Your gonna go check it out, and find your family along the way."

"Alright. Paul, Wreav, we're going to take a little trip."

"Alright, where we going?" Wreav asked.

"Chicago. Now suit up, we're moving out now."

We grabbed all our gear, and headed out for the train station. We get special access, because we are high ranking military personnel. We boarded, and prepared for the two day long ride to Chicago.

The ride wasn't that bad. We got our own cabin, and free meals. But it was boring. I spent the majority checking, re-checking, and cleaning my gear. I disassembled and scrubbed my shotgun five times the entire trip. I got so bored; I began to wonder what Chicago will be like. That doesn't sound so bad, but right now I didn't give a crap about Chicago right now. I was here for my family, and that's it. I kill a few Splicers to help the city, and I'm rejoined with the only people I knew. Everyone wins, right? Then, I began to wonder what my family will be like; after all, it's been five years. I hope they still remember me.

I hope they still want me to be alive… maybe they all think I died, and won't believe I'm alive. Maybe they'll just shut me out, as if I were some kind of ghost. No, they wouldn't do that. They're my family; they'd never leave me out in the rain like a lost puppy. Would they? Enough of this crazy talk, they wouldn't do that.

"Hey Paul?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"You've ever been to Chicago?"

"Yeah, but it has changed since I was last there."

"Hey, look. Wreavs asleep."

"So?"

"I don't know. I can't sleep. I'm anxious."

"For what?"

"If there's even the slightest chance of me finding my family, I'm taking it. I'm just not sure if they're gonna be there."

"Calm down, we got our work cut out for us. We might have to do some interrogations."

"So, you say it like it's a bad thing."

"True. But still, I don't want to get any Splicer blood on me. I have no idea what ADAM might do to me."

"I'm pretty sure that it won't do anything."

"I'm still just a bit shaken from the Splicer who popped up out of nowhere. He was an ugly bastard."

"Yeah, they're all ugly."

I finally fell asleep, after about 2 am.

I woke up, and ate breakfast. I spent the rest of the day searching things about the Splicer sightings on a laptop. I found some interesting things. Most of the Splicers have been asking for Eleanor, and then attack anyone who doesn't answer. Which is everyone. They usually only give them bruises and cuts though. And that most Splicers haven't asked for ADAM, only in a few isolated cases. Apparently, most of the Splicers have retained their devotion towards Lamb. It's a huge surprise actually, considering she failed keeping Eleanor in that hell. Thank god she did fail; otherwise I wouldn't be alive right now.

The train was dead silent, not a sound besides the train itself. No one spoke up here in the cabins. Wreav was still asleep, and so was Paul. I checked the time, and it was midnight. We stop in Chicago around 5 pm.

"I'm coming, Samantha, Alexis. Daddies coming…" I muttered to myself.

I began to wonder what happened to Eleanor after I went into a coma. I wonder if she's forgotten about… I kinda hoped she did. Then again, I kinda hoped she didn't. Ugh, what am I thinking about? This is my niece I'm talking about. Jesus, I make myself sick. I just hope she's happy to see me. I'm gonna be happy to hold her. I'm gonna be happy to hold Samantha. I'm gonna be happy to hold Alexis. I'm gonna thank Delta for watching my girls, and then, I'm gonna rip a Splicers FUCKING head off. And I'm gonna stick it on a pole, and decorate the city with hundreds of them.

Ah, man I miss them all. I can't wait to torture the Splicers. I'm gonna enjoy it too much than I should. Way more than I should. But I've got plenty of interrogation moves planned out. I was pretty obsessed with vengeance at the moment. Think about it, if you had the chance to torture the people who made your life miserable, wouldn't you? I sure as hell would, and did.

I didn't sleep that night. No, I stayed up until 5 pm that day. And I still had plenty of energy.

"Gamma, did you sleep last night?" Wreav asked.

"No."

"Why not?" Paul asked.

"I'm too anxious. I can't help it. Think about it, if you hadn't seen your family in years, wouldn't you be restless if you had the slightest chance to?"

"I guess so."

"Attention passengers, we are now pulling into Chicago."