Mr. Bastone looked shocked when he saw them. "You're back? I heard explosion, what happened?"

"We split up..."

"Why?"

Landon felt sick. "We were attacked... by a Big Sister..."

"My god! Are you all alright!"

"Y-yeah we're all fine..."

"Then what's wrong..?"

"Landon thinks that the Big Sister is one of our friends."

Mr. Bastone stared at Walter for a moment, then at Landon. "Are you sure."

"Yes! It's all my fault she was captured by Lamb! I have to save her!"

"How do you expect you'll do that."

"He doesn't know."

Landon glared at Walter. "If you're so sure there's no way then why don't you go with the others!"

"Because you're gonna get yourself killed chasing after a BIG SISTER!"

"She didn't kill kill me before!"

"And you're willing to risk your life for that!"

"YES!"

Mr Bastone pushed them away from each other. "That's enough!" He stared at Landon for a moment. "Are you sure you're willing to risk your life?"

He nodded. "Yes. Why?"

Mr. Bastone looked away, and sighed. "Years ago I created a serum to restore a Big Daddies mind."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, I made it a few years ago, to help a friend of mine..."

"And what happened to this... friend?"

He looked away. "The serum worked... however it was too much for him. He... killed the Little Sister he was with... attacked me too. I lost my leg." He lifted his pants leg to reveal metal. Walter cursed, Landon had no idea, he didn't even walk with a limp.

Brendan whistled. "May I?"

Mr. Bastone nodded, and slipped off his shoe, Brendan examined the fake leg. "This is incredible, I've never seen anything like it!"

He smiled, sheepishly. "I made it myself, I'm afraid it's rather crude, but it's better then running around with a stump."

Walter shook his head. "But- uh if he attacked you then the serum was a failure."

"That's what I thought, at first, but over lengthy examination I realized the problem wasn't with the serum, but the subject. My guess is that he'd been a Big Daddy for so long the strain... was too much for him."

"Well Jennifer's only been missing for a few days!"

"Then there might still be time, of course this is all just speculation."

Landon felt hope. "Alright, so what do I do?"

"Well... I'll need... a blood sample."

"And how the hell are we suppose to get that!"

He sighed. "That's the problem."

Walter let out a cynical laugh. "Wonderful!"

"You'll have to find a way to hold her down long enough to get a proper blood sample."

"How? She's too fast!"

"And strong!"

Mr. Bastone sighed. "I don't know..."

Landon looked away, trying to think. After a few minutes. "I think I know someone who can help."

"Who?"

He pulled out his radio. "Tenenbaum? Can you hear me?"

After a few minutes. "I am here, what's wrong?"

"It's... it's Jennifer... Lamb turned her into a Big Sister."

"... What would you have me do?"

"We've met a man who has a way to restore her free will, but for it to work we'll need a blood sample. We need a way to draw her out and hold her down long enough to get it."

There was a long silence. "The holding I cannot help you with, however the drawing out I do know. According to the Little Ones the Big Sisters were created to retrieve stolen ADAM from splicers. Find some Little Ones, and get them away from the Big Daddies, then set them free with the tonic I gave you. You will get the ADAM and the Big Sister will come."

"What if it's not her?"

"Sophia Lamb sent her after you before, yes?

"Yeah."

"Then I believe she will again. When you free the Little Sisters, send them to me. We've marked some of the Little Sister vents, they will lead them to me."

"What about the other vents?"

"They will take them to... wherever Lamb is holding them."

"Right, thank you."

He turned to the others. "Okay. One problem solved. Now, how do we hold her long enough to get the sample?"

Brendan sighed. "Maybe I could freeze her. Charge it up and then blast her, she'll be frozen for a few seconds and that may be long enough to get her."

Brendan had spliced up long before he met Landon, but as a rule of the house there was no splicing. Period. Brendan had no problem with that. He wasn't addicted to the stuff... yet.

Landon hated to admit it but he might have to ask Brendan to splice up. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. One winter blast wont drive me bonkers."

"Thank you. Okay that sound good to everyone?"

"No, it doesn't." Walter. "For all you know that Big Sister isn't even her, and now you want us to fuck around with the Big Daddies!"

"You don't have to come!" Landon was already loosing his cool.

"Good! 'Cause I'm not!"

"Fine by me!"

Walter stormed away, and took the elevator back down.

Landon kicked the wall. He didn't want to admit that Walter could be right. He didn't know. He could be risking their lives for nothing... and Mark needed his help...

But if it was Jennifer he couldn't leave her.

Landon pulled out the red vile Tenenbaum gave him, and drank it, then turned to Brendan and Mr. Bastone. "Okay, let's find some Little Sisters!"