Sorry it took so long. I don't feel comfortable with writing dialog and for obvious reasons this chapter has a lot of it. Hope I didn't butcher it too badly.

"What the Hell" was Pritchard's first reaction when he was greeted with the distorted voice of Eliza Cassan. Jensen couldn't help being a bit amused. He could have told him where the data drive was from but even his own recollection of the events was shaky at the best. How could he have explained.

"I'm sorry Francis, I didn't mean to startle you. When I started following Adam through the net I noticed you soon after. Your coding skills are commendable. But why did you contact me?"

"Fine, fine. And it was not my idea to contact you. It was Jensen who told me to patch you through. He didn't bother to tell me why."

"Hello to you too Eliza," Jensen greeted and since he couldn't move Pritchard just left his contraption besides him on the pillow. "How did they like it when you decided on your own how to report the incident?".

"But I didn't decide it Adam. It was a choice you made."

"...and you chose to blame anti-aug activists. Way to go Jensen."

Pritchard's interjection sounded annoyed making it clear he disapproved, though Jensen couldn't be sure with what. Why would he be offended by the choice he made.

"Shouldn't mister Sarif be overjoyed that his golden boy chose to support him? why would he have taken you down?"

Pritchard's attitude was getting on Jensen's nerves. It was not like he had wanted to make that kind of decision, take that kind of responsibility. When he had taken over the post of security chief of the Sarif Industries he hadn't signed to be responsible of half of the world. What could Pritchard know, sitting here in his comfortable office all the time safe from any real harm. Why had he sought shelter from him as they'd always been like oil and water, never getting along. Except lately, Jensen realized remembering the few latest infolink conversations they had shared. Pritchard had started to sound softer and without knowing what else to say Jensen had just jeered him about it. Maybe that was why he'd stumbled here after getting consistent enough to realize he was back in Detroit, betting everything on Pritchard having sounded worried, like he cared.

"I don't know. I hardly remember what happened after shutting the signal. I was hoping she could tell," he finally answered after a heavy sigh, loosely nodding towards the communication device.

"I gave Adam the drive you are using now, as I wanted him to be able to contact me. As I told him earlier I have been curious about him. That was when he arrived."

Instead of explaining further Eliza played back a sound recording from the event. Mister Sarif had arrived to the console room, having followed Jensen after he'd made the area safe. Since he'd missed the conversation between Jensen and Eliza he'd assumed Jensen had just deactivated the signal and congratulated him for that. When Jensen had told he wanted to resign from his service, that he didn't want to be a mere test subject and tool, mister Sarif had not been pleased. He had tried to convince Jensen to stay and when reminded he couldn't legally force him to, mister Sarif had just commented how sad he was that it had come to that but that Jensen was too valuable an investment to lose. After that the clip ended.

"Test subject and tool? I… didn't know you felt that way…" Pritchard said after a moment of silence with that soft voice Jensen had heard only rarely from him. "So what did he do? Did he have a kill switch installed with your augmentations?"

This time Pritchard sounded more worried than annoyed. The one to answer was Eliza.

"David Sarif used something to send a signal which was surprisingly similar with the one Adam had just disabled. I was able to modify it a bit to ensure his systems would restart on their own. I'm sorry I couldn't do more. I can't even keep this connection going on for much longer."

"There is something you could do. Jensen has one of those tracking chips much like the scientists we were looking for earlier. Could you help with that?"

"I already did, Francis. I initiated the masking signal right after the event I played back earlier. If you want me to hide you as well just contact me."

"But I don't have..." Pritchard started but the connection was abruptly cut before he had time to finish the sentence, "... a tracking chip" was said for a pocket secretary screen with words 'Goodbye Francis' on it.

"That went well" he muttered with a tone where it was impossible to tell if it was sarcasm or not. He then turned back to Jensen, pausing for a moment to stare at the brand in his forehead before he asked.

"So let me get this straight, you tried to resign from the Sarif Industries, and mister Sarif went all 'you're my property' on you?"

"It seems so", Jensen answered feeling tired. Even thinking started to be exhausting now. He probably was not alright medically or technically speaking but seeking any other help at the moment felt too risky. Even being here was putting Pritchard in danger he wouldn't have had to have, something which he had thought only after Eliza's last comment.

Pritchard seemed to have noticed as he left the edge of bed saying, "Just get some sleep. What was going on with your power system wasn't actually healthy to you, as it caused a lag of oxygen. I'll grab a coffee and get working. It will be a long night but now I know what I'm looking for."

Jensen couldn't have agreed more and was asleep already when Pritchard left the room.