Gautreaux was leaning over the body when Jack walked up behind him. Gautreaux looked up briefly and nodded before tracing the marks along the face with his finger.

"You got long cuts moving along the face at various angles." Gautreaux said. "Always a slow single cut. Gotta be somethin' sharp."

"Since we got sutures piecing everything together I'm thinking medical background." Jack said. "That means surgical tools."

"We dat makes sense." Gautreaux said. "But are you sure a doctor could do this?"

"Could be an animal doctor." Jack said. "But I don't think so."

"Well it looks like we got another psycho murderer." Gautreaux said. "Her nose and mouth. All her dam skin seems to be outta place."

Jack looked over his shoulder towards the ground. The revolver was four feet from where he was standing. He then looked to the wall where blood splattered starting above his eye level and trailed downward on the wall where it pooled together with the back of her head and framed and her naked form.

"Gun shot wound through the mouth?" Jack said. Gautreaux nodded. "Kinda odd for an execution. Not unheard of down of the fisheries, but odd."

"Whatcha sayin?"

"She was standing up." Jack pointed to the blood on the wall. "Blood shot out of her head when she did that and she was standing when that happened. And if I was gunna go to work on her face like that I would need her tied down or out of it while I did it. She'd have to be still for that kinda shit. But I don't see any marks or signs of struggle. This gal gotta husband, boyfriend?"

"Naw."

"This wasn't murder, Cajun." Jack said. "This a suicide."

"How you figure that?"

"The face is misleading. Looks like one a the freak shows we been seein, but the face is the reason." Jack said. "She got big or little needle marks on her arm?"

Gautreaux turned the girl's arm over.

"Yeah, those ain't drug holes, that's plasmids." Jack said. "Girl hooked herself up with a shitty surgeon trying to fix what all that splicing did to her good looks."

Gautreaux stood up. "Shit. Ya think?"

"She ain't rich enough from the looks of this place and no one to help her out with the cost of Steinman's work." Jack rubbed his hand across his face. "She hooked up with a cheap alternative and we she found out the results she took herself outta the ball game."

"Dam."

"Yeah." Jack held his hand to his mouth and yawned. Put the palms of both his hands in his eye and breathed in deep. Big exhale.

"Youz feelin' alright Alabama?" Gautreaux said.

"You've read the papers." Jack said. "Murder and Rape went from nonexistent to an overnight epidemic. Plus I still gotta help Sullivan out with his Fontaine obsession on top of running interferernce for Frank. I'm working up in the rich districts cause high society wants a bona fide hero on the case every time a purse gets snatched. Honestly I miss the fucking fisheries."

"Rough life." Gautreaux said. "You think these murders is another round of the head sickness like when we first got down here?"

"Naw." Jack said. "People keeping journals and entertaining themselves took care of those problems. All the problems that are just now seeping through all gotta come from the plasmids."

"Even things like this?" Gautreaux said.

Jack looked down to the face. His eyes came across the pale form. The Porcelain skin gained from never being in the sun seeming even more white set against he dark black blood.

"I'll head over to Dr. Steinman's office after tonight." Jack said.

"What for?"

"See if he knows any other person that might have the know how to do something like this." Jack said. "Anyone who might try to pass themselves off as a face surgeon like him."

"Least it's ain't another psycho to catch." Gauteaux said. "We catch all the murderers pretty quick like, though."

"Not Bee Keeper." Jack said.

"I still think it's Bee King"

"You can be a queen bee but not a king bee." Jack said. "Plus he don't see himself as the leader, he just sees himself as the protector of the hive."

"What hive?" Gautreaux said.

"You, me." Jack said. He held his arms out wide. "All of this. Rapture."

….

"Dr. Lamb gave me strength." Rupert said. He kneeled in his room in front of a picture of the face of Jesus Christ. "When I got out of prison I didn't think anyone could console me. But then Dr. Lamb came. And she taught me about justice and peace. Justice and peace. Justice and peace."

Rupert clasped his hands in front of his face and rocked back and forth mumbling the words to "Hail Mary" many times over. Directly behind him five feet away hung the body of Sam Caldwell who was a mass of drooping rotting flesh. Behind him to his left was Rebecca Fines who's face had puffed out with the rest of her body in the corner. Behind him to his right was Niles Tuck who had burst across his stomach and was currently spilled out onto the floor.

Rupert unclasped his hands and looked back to the picture.

"I understood justice and harmony." Rupert said. "I understood. I understood. I understood! But I didn't know, until you. Until you told me what to do I didn't know what to do about it. About anything. You told me. You told me who had to be taken. Who had to be removed."

Arranged around the bodies behind him were candles. Scratched onto the walls were misquoted bible verses. Nailed into the ceiling was a picture of the psychiatrist Sofia Lamb with circles of blood drawn around it by fingers. Next to where he was praying was a tray covered in poorly kept knives.

"Please dear lord." Rupert said. "Speak to me again. Tell me what to do."

….

"We gotta go in to check on a body?" Howard said. "I thought we were more special than that."

"It's not a confirmed body, it's just a smell." Jack said. "Could be a crate that went missing outta the fisheries. Plus we're pretty much here. You rather be trading shots with some spliced up moron?

"A crate of fishes. In the residential district of the section?" Howard said.

"I heard of people starting to steal the rivets in the tunnels." Jack said. "Actually trying to sell parts of Rapture for cash. When People get desperate they'll steal just about anythin'."

"Well here's the damn smell. Jesus Christ." Howard said.

"That ain't fish neither, here's the door." Jack put his hand towards the door handle but stopped. He put his ear to the door. He looked back at Howard and drew his pistol as Howard took a step back and pointed his weapon towards the door.

Jack slammed the back of his hand into the door.

"Rapture Security. Open up the door and keep your hands in sight." Jack said. They waited in silence for two breaths. "Rapture Security. If you do not let us in we gunna come in there on our own. I sure as shit ain't gunna be nice about it either!"

"Heathen hick!" A voice from behind the door. "Enter and feel the wrath of the Lord our savior! Enter and feel the cold hand of retribution!" The voice continued to yell.

"Cold hand." Howard said.

"Yep. Ice plasmid." Jack said. "I guess we will be trading metal with a spliced shit after all. I'm gunna hit the button in the middle of him talkin'"

"Know that you are the sin of a sinful world! Know that you are the betrayer! Know that you defile the kingdom of the lord! Know that…"

Jack hit the button and the door shot up into the wall. A thin shirtless man with a full brown reddish beard came forward and threw both of his hands forward. Ice attempted to form on both the officers. Howard dropped his gun and waved hands of fire in circles around himself and Jack.

Jack ignored the ice that immediately grew on his arm and face on the side that wasn't next to Howard. He held his gun up and the ice moved up his arm and neck in seconds. Right before it fully covered the right side of his face he fired the gun. After it discharged ice covered over his hand before it finally stopped engulfing Jack.

The bearded man's head had jerked backwards. He fell rag doll to the floor with both fore arms still blue with ice. When he hit the ground the blood pooled briefly before cold caught up with it and froze him to the floor with his own blood.

Jack fell forward on a knee. The Majority of his upper right torso and arm were covered in ice. His right arm was stuck pointing forward straight out in front of him. He lifted a shaking left hand.

"Stop." Howard said. He kneeled down in front of Jack. "This is delicate shit. Stay still."

Jack's eye's were wide and his teeth were clenched as he breathed through them. He knelt shaking as Howard put fire hands on him and slowly melted away the cold that covered Jack.

"My fucking hand." Jack said.

"Hands and feet are your most likely place to get frost bite." Howard said.

"Princeton teach you that?"

"Yes and no." Howard said. "I did charity work in church's during the winter when I was in college. Got to see the homeless up close and personal who had been left to sleep outside. One a the reason's I came here."

"Well that ought a teach you a lesson." Jack said.

"What's that?"

"Don't do charity." Jack said. The two men chuckled together. When Jack could move his arm and hand again he brought it to his face. He smiled big and started to laugh out right. The two men shared thirty two seconds of laughter in a room with four dead bodies.

"Jesus look at this place." Jack said.

"Why they hanging up like that?" Howard said.

"Trophies. Shit look at the ceiling."

"Lamb. What she got to do with this?"

"The religious types always love that bitch. I'm gunna call medical. I'm pretty sure my arms a bit fucked up."

"Can you believe this?" Howard said. "All this shit in this room and he's got Jesus on the wall. I can't believe that."

"Don't touch nothin'." Jack said. "Shit, Dumas? This is Wilson. I need medical down in the residential area of the fisheries. Got hit with an ice shot. Multiple bodies at the scene, including the perp. What was this damn room number Howard? My damn head is killing me."

"I'm sorry boss." Howard looked back at Jack. His hand reached forward and pulled the picture of Jesus Christ off the wall. He did not look back at the wall. "I can't leave this hanging up in a room like this."

Jack cocked his head to the side. Where the picture had been was a hole. Jack's heart race increased. A hand shot out of the hole as Howard turned around to face it.

"Howard!"

….

"I really think you should accept some medication Mr. Wilson."

"Steinman. Shut up." Jack said.

"Mr. Wilson I understand your discomfort." Steinman said. "There's no reason to get cross."

"There's a lot of reasons to get cross." Jack said. He held up his hand to his face and stared at where the tips of his right hand's ring and pinkie finger had used to be. "Certain portions of my skin and muscle having to be cut off will get a boy mighty cross. This exam room, this where you scout your girls Steinman?"

"Mr. Wilson this is a preliminary room to meet prospective clients for body enhancement." Steinman said. "And I thought we agreed not to talk about that."

"What we're gunna talk about is my friend Howard." Jack said. "And how you're gunna put all your god damn talent and energy into making his face exactly the way it was."

"Mr. Wilson, those bee's didn't just sting. They cut." Steinman said. "They cut a lot. He avoided major nerve damage but some of the tissue in that face is shredded. It could be fixable if he had a more sizeable account in Rapture. But there is simply no way a guard makes enough to afford these types of operations."

"Now you see, that's where you're wrong." Jack said. "Cause after all the girls I've had to bring to satisfy your artistic endeavors and after all the bodies I've brought out of here, you're gunna look after my friend."

"An empty threat, Mr. Wilson." Steinman said. "Do you think Ryan is going to cast off the man who is single handedly winning the battle against the plasmid disfigurements over some riff raff you brought in for my, 'experiments.'"

"Steinman. I want you to really pay attention." Jack said. He positioned his body in front of Steinman and put his hand on his pistol in it's holster.

"Mr. Wilson we both know that you're not going to…"

Jack's hand shot out and grabbed Steinman by the throat and pushed him up against the wall. Steinman opened his mouth to gasp and Jack shoved the barrel of his gun into his mouth. Steinman went statue still. Jack's left hand dropped from Steinman's neck and moved down.

"You see Steinman." Jack said. "I used to just have your balls metaphorically speakin'. But right now?"

Steinman's body jerked and grabbed helplessly at Jack's forearm.

"Right now, I actually got your balls. I've been cleanin' up for you and all the rest of high society that wants to pretend they ain't as rat shit crazy as all the murderers running around in Fontaine's homes and it is beginning to get right on my damn nerves. And now that big brain of yours is thinking how you're gunna go run to Ryan and tell him all about this so you can see me get strung up. Cause you think no one is gunna care about all the "riff raff" I been bringing in here for your sick shit just so I can have a lil over you. Well now I got a lot over you. I just got back from a crime scene with a girl in the middle class housing. Face looked like a goddam jigsaw puzzle. Just like all the others you get through. Now I told you to control it didn't, buddy? Told you not to get anyone that might be important. That girl who's face you rearranged? She was one of Augustus Sinclair's sweet hearts."

Steinman's eyes went wider. His face became pale. His heart race increased.

"There we go, boy. Now we got an understanding of each other. Your balls, your ass, your whole sick existence is in my pocket. And I'm telling you right now. Stein. Man. If that corn fed Nebraskan doesn't look exactly the way he looked when he woke up this morning, I'm gunna find you and rip these lil' peanuts off and shove em' down your goddam yankee throat, you vile piece of shit."

Jack pulled his gun out and let go of Steinman. The man crumpled to the floor in front of Jack. He was breathing hard. Tears rolled down his face.

"Oh god." Steinman said. "Sinclair! Oh god."

"Sinclair's gunna get some slant eyed shit surgeon whom I'm gunna set up." Jack said. He walked to the door. "Don't start thinkin' I don't know how to do my damn job.