A big guy… like a really, really big guy was staring down at us. I had seen some ugly Splicers, but this guy must've been the ugliest. His entire face was covered in tumors. And they were oozing with puss… I gagged under my mask. A tumor actually covered half of his mouth too. I've seen some nasty stuff, but that was the nastiest.

"Ok… I'm gonna have to kill you now." I said calmly, breaking the silence.

He jumped back and punched the ground. The cement floor shattered, and pieces jutted out from the floor. He dug his fingers in between two pieces, and pulled a nice sized chunk of cement from the floor. He raised it above his head, and hurled it at us. I shoved Sheppard out of the way of the incoming debris, and barely made it myself. I stood up, and raised my LMG to eye-level. I didn't have too much time to react, so I just sprayed and prayed. Lead was flying everywhere. I must've hit him a few times, because I heard him yell. Or maybe he just liked to yell… I don't really know or care.

Sheppard just watched the whole thing go down. Didn't fire off a single shot. After around a minute and a half, my Stoner just clicked. I sighed, and pulled the empty clip out. I grabbed a clip from the vest I was wearing, and jammed it into the empty space, and pulled a small switch near the barrel. I carefully scanned the area, trying to locate my opponent. I found a trail of blood that lead to a closed door. I quietly stepped towards the door, and slid it a quarter of the way open. I pulled the pin on an incendiary grenade, and tossed it into the room. I slammed the door shut, and turned away.

"Ahhhh! It burns, it burns! Get it off!" was all that was heard from the room.

After a few minutes, the noise from the room stopped. Sheppard popped up outta freaking nowhere, and I almost shot him.

"Is it over?" Sheppard asked.

"Yeah, and thanks for helping me kill that thing." I replied sarcastically.

"Well, I thought I'd let the professional deal with it."

"Yeah… whatever you say rookie. Let's go check out the kill."

I cracked the door a little, and peeked in. I saw the large, charred body of the Splicer lying on the floor. I slid the door open, and stepped in. The walls were burnt and blackened. What little furniture that was in the room was basically incinerated. I stepped next to the charred body of the Splicer, and to my surprise, he groaned.

"Oh come on. Why don't Splicers ever die?" I groaned.

I pulled my combat knife from my waist, and kneeled next to the half dead man. I placed the blade just under his chin, and thrusted it into his throat. I pulled the blade towards me, and sawed his neck open. I pulled the knife out of his neck, and wiped the putrid blood off on the dead man's shirt. I stood up, and jammed the knife back into its sheath.

"I think you over did it a bit." Sheppard said, raising an eyebrow.

"Trust me, I haven't over done a kill since I impaled a Splicer's head on a pike. That was over doing it. This is just ensuring the kill. Let's keep looking around."

Sheppard followed me out of the room and down the dimly lit hallway. We walked for maybe thirty seconds, before I stopped. I felt… something… I'm not sure what it was, but it drew me to a certain room. I opened the door, and stepped inside. The room was lined with shelves. All of them empty… well, not all of them. There were a few audio diaries on one of the shelves. I wasn't sure what audio diaries were doing up here, but I grabbed one anyway. It had a picture of Eleanor on it. I hit the switch.

"I miss Gamma… and the worst part, Father has been acting like he never existed. I wonder if it's because the 'little mishap' on the island… Samantha has been ignoring me for some time as well. I'm starting to believe that she found out. I plan on asking her later. I hope we can work this out…" Eleanor's voice played from the diary.

"Who's that?" Sheppard asked.

I looked back at him, and shook my head. "It's a personal matter. I don't like to talk about it."

I set the diary down, and grabbed another off the shelf. This specific one had a picture of Samantha on it. I flipped the switch.

"I… I just found out something I wish I never found out. Eleanor… my best friend… she… she… she slept with my Father… how could she? I mean, why? What would compel her to do such a thing? From what I know, my father is at least thirty, if not older!" Samantha sounded like she was about to cry on the diary.

The next one was Alexis'. It was a bit different than the others.

"I miss daddy… but uncle Delta says we'll be fine. Eleanor and Samantha have been acting weird though… they try not to show it, but they still do. I think there's something going on between them, but Delta says not to get involved." Alexis sounded more upbeat and cheery than everyone else.

The last one was by Delta. I wasn't really expecting that.

"I told the girls to stop making these damned diaries, but here I am making one myself. *Sigh* I know all the girls miss Gamma, I do too, he was like a brother to me. But still… I guess that would make Eleanor my daughter and sister? Heheh… I'm a horrible person. If I'm right, Samantha has found out. That will make things a bit uh… interesting, between Eleanor and her. These next few weeks should be either, quite entertaining, or excruciatingly painful."

"I'll take it that was this Delta I've heard so much about?" Sheppard asked.

"Yeah, that was him. Why are you so interested in this?"

"Well, I'm really just interested in finding out who they are, and what their story is. And from what I've heard so far, you and this Eleanor girl had some uh… good times, together."

"Drop it rookie. I'll tell you more about it when I feel like telling you more about it, you hear me?"

"Yes sir. Can we get out of here now? This place creeps me out."

"Alright, get moving upstairs."