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Elsewhere, in a corner of Rapture that has been locked down since the first intruder graced its hallowed floors with his evil, a hulk of a man sat comfortably in a chair behind a desk, several sizes too small for his massive frame. The man was well dressed, in a clean suit and tie. Muscles bulged underneath the suit, while a fine Cuban cigar smoldered, resting in an offhand. In the other hand was a revolver. Across the desk form the man where two scientists, visibly shaking.
"Now, tell me again why the Big Brother project has only one successful product, and over three hundred failures?" The hulking man asked casually, taking a drag on the cigar and blowing a puff of aromatic smoke into the air. The two scientists glanced at each other silently, making small gestures for the other to speak up. When neither did for a short time, the man leveled the revolver at the shorter of the two and fired, the anti-personnel round fragmenting inside the cranial cavity and painting the wall red. The headless body dropped silently to the ground.
"It's because the boys that we have been getting from the Big Sisters don't have enough ADAM in their blood, as to the Big Sisters who have had it since adolescence. Because of that, and boys that have that much ADAM in them to begin with are few and far between, wither already having been picked off by the Big Sisters or are dead of overdose, viable candidates are rare. Euphoria was able to be completed because of an electronic jolt delivered just after his heart stopped due to over-splicing." The remaining scientist squeaked out, visibly shaking.
"Euphoria…that's the designation of that boy Orion, correct?" The man asked, taking another drag on his cigar. The scientist nodded quickly.
"Yes sir, Orion Windell, age sixteen, found in…." Another gunshot silences the scientist.
"I don't care where he was found. If the next one doesn't survive, I'll let the Big Sisters deal with you, understand?" The man asked, tapping the ash of his cigar into a porcelain ashtray. The scientist nodded quickly. The hulking man in a fine suit gestured with the revolver, and the scientist quickly turned and left, leaving his dead colleague behind.
After he was gone, the man took another deep pull on his cigar, the put it down in the ashtray. The revolver he slid two rounds into and slipped into his suit. He picked up a file on his desk and looked it over. It was several years old and was on one of the main developers of the Big Sisters, behind Sofia Lamb. There was no picture, but the red block lettering on the front read Jacqueline Maverick. He opened the file and started reading.
Maverick, Jacqueline H.
Born: May 19, 1931
Hair clr: Blk
Eye clr: Grn
Height: 5'8
Weight: 121
Education: Master's degree in microbiology, Master's Degree in marine biology, Master's Degree in chemistry.
Special notes: At beginning of development, gave up first born child to as a test subject for Little Sister project. As Little Sister grew older, was put in as test candidate for Big Sister project.
Additional notes: Ran away from program after stealing a large quantity of ADAM and injecting into her newborn child. She also fed it several Sea Slugs, estimated number to be around ten.
Whereabouts: Unknown.
Continuing search.
The man closed the file and snapped his fingers, a small tongue of flame igniting the file and burning it to ash. He smiled.
"I found you."