A/N: Hello everyone!
I know i said in the last chapter this one'd be up by Wednesday, that didn't happen, important stuff came up and i was unable to write. However this chapter is over 2000 words long and I've tried my hand at a few different styles of writing and I've settled on a style that works. Hope you like it!

Chapter 8

Delta paid no mind to the radio message as his attention was focussed on the rather concerning metal cylinder on a collision course with the front of the train. It was moments later when his world was filled with the explosion of light and sound as the torpedo struck the front of his craft.

Cast sideways by the explosive force the aged metal doors which held back the water were little match for his heavy frame and like a sledgehammer to a century old brick wall he went straight through them, flailing his arms wildly in a panic as he fell downwards towards the sea floor. Blackness ensued as he was cast from consciousness.

Sometime Later

Regaining consciousness with a groan he could hear Sinclair's voice calling to him through his radio "There you go…" he heard the southerner say as he pushed himself to his feet. "Now that you're awake I'm gonna have to inform you of our predicament" the aged man began, Delta could tell by the sound of his voice something had gone wrong.

"Right now I'm sitting here stuck in the train car at the Dionysus Park station, whole place is flooded, train cars leaking air too so I wouldn't sit around as we're both on a timer here… an' Delta, Evelyn's not in the greatest of shape either" Delta felt an immediate pang of sorrow, "Was she hurt?", "Did something happen?", and as much as he fought off the thought he couldn't help but think; "Is she dead?"

Emotional pain flared within him at the thought and he gave a groan, hopefully Sinclair would understand him, he'd done a pretty good job of it so far. "Don't worry sport she's fine, took a rather bad bump to the head is all, she's still out but I'll radio you if there's any development.

Giving a sigh of relief Delta trudged onwards, before a red glow caught his attention. In the opening of one of the ruptured pipes sticking up from the sea floor was a slug, but not just any slug, the pure Adam infused sea creature practically sang to his recovering body and he snatched it up before draining and discarding the creature.

The sudden rush of power invigorated the giant of a man and he continued towards the airlock with increased agility. Stepping inside he cycled the airlock and as the water drained from the room the suit he wore suddenly felt twice as heavy, making him sigh in annoyance.

The door before him slid open and as it did so a rocket propelled grenade flew by and struck the wall two metres to his left leaving a crater the size of a dinner plate in the heavy stone wall whose rough looking paint job had been scorched off near the site of the explosion.

Running out guns at the ready he had to steady himself as a type of big daddy he'd never seen before dropped down on a pair of splicers, crushing the first to a bloody pulp with bones sticking out at odd angles as it landed upon the unfortunate creature as the second was picked up by the head and tossed down the walkway the screech of a miniature rocket engine following right behind it. Suffice to say, the mess the unknown daddy had left was quite disgusting, one person a puddle of jelly with limbs and bones sticking out and the other being turned to nothing but a red smear on the far wall surrounded in giblets.

Delta knew right then as he watched the rocket daddy lower the form of a small child from its back he would not enjoy this.

Meanwhile

Sinclair was seated on the textured leather seat opposite the occupied one, an armour clad figure lay on it, said figures helmet laying upon his side of the compartment, visor shattered in its frame and the upper part of it being no more than a dented wreck of metal. He sighed as he surveyed the unconscious woman that lay there; head revealed to the world for what he was sure was the first time in months.

He still couldn't get over the reveal and he still thought about how peaceful her face looked when he'd pulled the metal contraption from her slack frame.

Black shoulder length hair framed a pale skinned face that contrasted drastically to her dark hair; it also did well to highlight the slight coating of grime that'd clung to her facial features, which he'd promptly wiped off, to the best of his ability at least. Sighing he looked out the window on his side and spotted something strange, there was a shadow of someone sitting in the train booth. However he wrote it off as a corpse sitting in the train booth chair and as a feminine groan filled the enclosed space of their metal tomb he lurched to his feet eyes flashing to the recovering girl before him.

"Hey there" he said as she slowly leant up into a sitting position "Take it easy, you've taken a nasty bump when we were hit earlier, try to relax…" in response to his voice she turned her head in his direction and he got his first view of her amber orbs as they found his own brown irises an the tingles of sadness that crawled up his spine at what he saw within them made him shudder ever so slightly, he shouldn't see that in the eyes of a girl so young…

Her mouth opened in a wordless question but as she realised she wasn't wearing her helmet and that she was no longer restricted to the tunnel vision the protective gear forced upon her eyes looked back up at Sinclair as a small gasp escaped her parted lips.

Elsewhere

Firing a both barrels of his sawn-off that'd been loaded with phosphorus buck straight at the unknown protector before him Delta watched as the enflamed buckshot pellets stuck to the armoured giant's metal hide before combusting with a small pop and hiss, bathing the unknown daddy in flames resulting in a roar from it as the leather that hung from its bulky frame was set alight.

"Get him Mr B!" he heard the small child cry from behind her enflamed father figure who rapidly sought to pat out the flames that coated his hide. Finally managing to extinguish the flames the deceptively fast daddy sidestepped another blast of phosphorus buck that'd been sent in its direction.

Reaching behind itself to grab one of the pesky miniature turrets and hurl it in Deltas direction, it hit a wall and stuck, the annoying machine popped open in shower of sparks a moment later and after taking a second to target the rouge daddy opened fire. This barrage of small calibre ammunition forced delta to retreat behind cover as he shot a hack dart from the prototype machine he'd found long ago causing a blue spark to ark from it to the small machinegun turret, its light turning from red to green as it turned its attention to the rocket daddy.

Groaning in anger the opposing daddy took out its traitorous turret with a quick shot from its shoulder mounted launcher, Delta leaned back out and fired a few bursts of machinegun fire which punched straight through the daddy's weakened armour which now leaked pressurised air from many tears in its suit.

Realising that victory was near Delta charged the armoured figure before realising his mistake, a mistake with came in the form a fuselage of rockets that'd been sent his way by the rocket daddy. Dodging most of them the Alpha daddy was thrown off his feet by the concussive force of several rockets exploding just behind him, sending him straight into the rocket daddy's armoured form which without a moment's notice he revved his drill and brought it down in a spray of sparks, torn leather and broken metal.

The daddy attempted to push him off as it felt the drill punch deeper and deeper into the armour until with a sudden movement Delta punched straight into the armoured daddy's flesh sending all manner of blood and viscera upwards through the hole he'd created.

Letting loose a dying moan the Rocket daddy's thrashing stopped almost instantly and the light of its portholes faded soon after.

Sighing in relief as the alpha daddy stood over his dead opponent his gaze neatly fixed on the small sobbing child less than a metre away. Knowing that the sadness she felt was his doing he stepped towards her, her head snapping up to him as a smile split the features of the child she looked up at him, no remnant of the previous sadness that'd plagued her beforehand.

Picking her up gently he positioned her upon his shoulders before she called out in fear "Daddy!" causing the Alpha daddy to do a 180 in search of what had scared the child. Upon spotting none he gave a grunt of annoyance directed at the small girl he could feel clinging to his shoulders.

"He was there Daddy! Right behind you!" she argued causing Delta to roll his eyes behind his helmet.

Unbeknownst to Delta and his small companion a humanoid shape clung to the rafters high above, looking down on the pair it gave a deranged cackle before crawling away to tell it's friends of the fresh meat that'd entered the alley.

Somewhere else entirely

After explaining the situation to Evelyn, Sinclair had thought to take out his carving kit only to find upon opening the case that the two solid blocks of wax and been broken apart and the small splicer he'd been carving beforehand was nothing more than a pile of wax limbs.

Cursing several times he shut the case with a snap and tossed it to the side, thumb and forefinger pinched his brow in frustration, as in one spectacular move hours of his time had been wasted on what was now nothing more than a pile of wax limbs. He felt something touch his shoulder and upon lowering his hand to see what it was he found Evelyn, leaning forward in her seat her hand had grasped his shoulder in a sort of sympathy, he appreciated the consolation, and after a few moments he said "Thanks for that, I kinda needed it…"

In response she gave him a smile, the first he'd seen on her face and as she removed her hand from his shoulder a sudden thought came to mind. "It's been awhile since I've had company such as this, it'd be nice if she could talk though…" He found that his thoughts after that were filled with ways he could fix the communication issue that he'd been presented with.

"So…" he began uncertainly, not knowing what to say next, I didn't help that her brilliantly yellow eyes were now fixed on him. "How old are you?" it was an honest question and as it was she would most likely be the only source of boredom reduction whilst they were both trapped within this metal coffin.

To her credit Evelyn answered quickly however what she did answer with wasn't what he'd been expecting, she'd shrugged, a confused expression plastered onto her face. "You mean you don't know?" to this she shook her head. Rather than dwell on that particular subject he moved on to what he hoped her more recent exploits would be.

"So how'd you become a Big Sis?" this question was a little more invasive then the last but he hoped she wouldn't mind, as she stood up and turned away it was obvious that she did. "Hey, sorry if I'm bringing up anything you'd rather forget…" He stated getting to his feet and placing a gentle yet firm hand on her shoulder, much as she'd done for him when he'd discovered his wrecked carvings.

Suffice to say he was rather taken aback when she turned to face him at his touch, an inky tear rolling down her cheek as whatever she was remember proved t be too much for her hardy exterior.

"Oh bother" Sinclair managed to say as she all but launched herself into his chest, forcing him backwards onto the bench behind him whilst she sobbed quietly as all the fears, phobias and phantom pains bubbled to the surface all at once.

Sinclair did his best to sooth the troubled girl in his lap by caressing her damp haired head, it wasn't long until the sobs had died down and her breathing returned to normal. Soon after she was asleep again, how anyone could fall asleep on a dime, in a situation like this at the very least was uncanny to the aging conman.

As he leant back on the bench's leather backing he only had one thought "Where the hell are you Delta" noting that the air around him felt humid and was beginning to taste stale he could only will his armoured companion of the last few hours to hurry, if not for him then for the poor soul situated in his lap.

A/N: Well i like the way this chapter came out and i hope those looking for an action fix i hope you liked what i did. So, Review!

P.S: As school holidays are in a week i should be able to get more chapters out sooner. however there may be a slight delay in that the deputy principal of the school i go to is forcing us to hand in our laptops, which over half the year hasn't done yet... soooo... yeah...

Until next time ~Biohazard888~