BioQuest: Alliance

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Elizabeth stepped forward into the lit area where they argued, and Sullivan reached for his firearm– but Booker put his hand out to stop him.

“She’s my daughter, Sullivan,” Booker explained, still eyeing the security chief skeptically. “You gonna shoot her?”

“No, Jesus Christ, I–” He grumbled, stepping back and holding his hands up for a few seconds to prove it. Or something along those lines, she assumed. “You’re not gonna change my mind, miss.”

“I think I am,” Elizabeth countered, smiling. “We both have something the other one wants.”

Booker stood to the side, folding his arms and watching. It’s amazing, how he accepted when she took charge in moments like these. Much better than he had been in Columbia and sometimes here too– but not as much.

“I’ve worked with Suchong, and I know plenty about what’s affecting these splicers,” she started, laying the bare groundwork for Sullivan to follow her train of thought. “I have a team ready to treat and cure them, so they can be proud citizens of Rapture again.”

Sullivan scoffed, but she pushed on. He couldn’t afford to assume she was lying, not with the city the way it was. Even if she was overselling them for the moment…

“But we can’t do that without protection. They’re violent until they’re done treatment.” She held out her hand, keeping her smile steady. “And yet even they deserve someone looking out for them. Don’t you agree, Mr. Sullivan?”

His jaw hung open, his brow furrowed, but Sullivan shook her hand. “You could talk a dog off a meat cart, I bet,” he mumbled. “But you got a deal. I’ll send extra weapons and ammo with any spare guards and captured splicers to your place. Suchong’s old clinic, yeah?”

“That’s the one,” Booker answered, badly hiding a faint smile in her direction.

“Thank you, Mr. Sullivan. This is an alliance we’ll all be proud of.”

With that, Sullivan just left with a half-wave over his shoulder. She was certain he had half the city at his heels to protect them, and that made what just happened an even more impressive feat. Elizabeth wasn’t even sure he’d agree.

“Hey,” Booker interrupted her, coming closer. “How did everything go? The clinic’s got to be secure if you’re here, but what about the others?”


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BioQuest: Caught

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At Jack’s offer to go after Booker, Elizabeth recalled the warning from the woman on the bench, Miss Holloway.

Grace leaned forward, setting her eyes on Elizabeth with a pinning intensity. “They’re looking for your man in there, and he’s gon’ need all the help he can get.”

“No, I’ll go. We’ll need more defenses here with everyone settling in,” she explained to Jack’s quizzical expression.

Tenenbaum nodded, folding her arms. “Two of us with the turret, that’s what we’ll need to keep everyone safe.”

“Hey, don’t ignore me!” Diane insisted, stepping up with a perfect pout. “I can hold my own.”

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“Mmhm,” Tenenbaum dismissed her, exhaling cigarette smoke. “You shoot?”

Diane only wavered slightly, but held her ground. “I, I can. A little.”

Elizabeth was tempted to step in, knowing how Tenenbaum could get– but Jack beat her to it.

“I can teach you,” he said, somewhat uncertain. “If you want.”

Diane studied him for a moment. It was difficult for her to feel comfortable with so many changes, Elizabeth knew, so it was touching when Diane smiled at him. “Well, aren’t you sweet?”

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“Since that’s settled,” Elizabeth began her goodbye, picking up a pistol on the way to the door. No weapon really belonged to anyone, exactly, and perhaps that should have been a cause for concern that they had a need for ‘household’ weapons.

“Be careful,” Tenenbaum warned, watching her prepare. “Sullivan is experienced, and he appeared… Upset.” She chose the word carefully, eyeing Diane.

Elizabeth nodded, smiling slightly. When they first started with Tenenbaum, you could have cut the tension with a knife on most days. She did shoot Booker, and they did essentially manifest from another time and place.

But here she was, advising Elizabeth to be safe. It never ceased to amaze Elizabeth how at home and welcomed she felt here.”Thank you, I will. And I’ll make sure Booker is too.”

Tenenbaum scoffed, dismissing that with a wave of her hand, the smoke trailing from her cigarette. “He can take a bullet or two, he’ll be fine.”

“Alright, then,” Elizabeth answered through a chuckle.

As she left the clinic, she realized the state of Rapture just seemed to be getting worse. Old repair models of Big Daddies tried to fix the damage caused in the outbreak of the civil war, plus the pockets of riots that followed, but with everyone pulling their money from the banks–Elizabeth walked the tattered halls that were clean and safe just a few days ago, even if the air was a bit tense. The people down here deserved better than this, and she really hoped that Tenenbaum could help splicers recover so they could have that chance.

There weren’t many now, but there would be more. To protect themselves from those present, others would follow suit. Her thoughts dwelled on that situation as she avoided debris and security cameras in more restricted areas than she’d ever seen before– all to retrace Diane and Tenenbaum’s path to find Booker and Sullivan.

Which took far less time than she thought. The shouting interrupted by the occasional splicer and gunfire was easy enough to track down.

Elizabeth stepped into a small plaza in the city’s pathways, finally seeing the two men standing too tensely with matching incredulous scowls for this to be a civil talk.

“Dammit, Booker, I can’t go handing out ammo to anyone who asks!” Booker went to snap back, but Sullivan cut him off. Even at a distance, Elizabeth felt he’d seen better days… Sullivan put a finger in Booker’s face as he talked over him. “An’ you’re hardly on deck for needing anything for a time like this, I watched you end a man with a broken plank!”

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“Not the point, Sullivan, just– would you just listen for a second–”

“I hear you,” Sullivan grumbled, not noticing Elizabeth as she approached from the darker hallway. “I gotcha, I really do. Better than most. But these folks, an’ you didn’t hear this from me, they’re stuck between this Atlas fella and Ryan right now.”

Booker sighed, taking a step back and rubbing his neck absently. A sure sign that he knew Sullivan was right, but he didn’t want him to be right.

“It’s just getting worse out here. No doubt most of ’em will die without help, and they– they deserve someone lookin’ out for ’em.”


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BioQuest: Not Promising

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Tenenbaum smirked, walking around Sylvette to lean against the broken desk. “Very well-spoken, Jack. I barely noticed you held hands with a pretty woman.”

Even in the low light, Elizabeth could tell he was blushing– it was a mercy that he also froze up, saying nothing and instead turning around to put the splicer’s torso in the incinerator. What a distraction that was.

“Well,” Diane spoke up, glancing from Tenenbaum to Jack’s back. “I think they’re just cute as can be.”

Elizabeth wasn’t sure if that helped Jack be less embarrassed, but it was sweet of Diane to try. She got to her feet, standing about in the middle between Tenenbaum and Diane. “Did you happen to see Booker on your way here?”

“Ja,” Tenenbaum answered, nodding and taking out a cigarette. “Did not look like Sullivan agreed.”

“Now, now, you can’t know that,” Diane countered, crossing her arms and being as hopeful as ever. “I think he was just upset, like Mr. DeWitt said.”

“Upset? How so?” Elizabeth pushed for more, eyeing Jack as he locked up the incinerator hatch. Safety first with him, as always.

“Um, well,” Diane started, hesitant and wilting. “There was some sort of fuss.”

“Shouting and swearing,” Tenenbaum clarified before lighting her cigarette. The girls were tidying up a little, already setting out the toys they couldn’t bear to part with. “Not promising.”

“He might need help.” Jack joined them, his blush gone at last. He wiped his hands off on his pants as he continued. “Where is he? I can go to him.”


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BioQuest: In the End

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Before she even finished thinking of what to do next, Elizabeth put her arms around Jack and pulled him close. It was as if he expected the hug with how quickly he took his hands from his pockets and hugged her back.

They sat like that as long as they needed to amidst the blood stains, churning furnace, and the watchful turret.

“It may not seem like it now,” she began, turning to rest her head on his shoulder more comfortably. “But everything will turn out alright in the end.”

Gradually, he relaxed– and still they stayed as they were.

“When Booker came from me, there was–” How could she explain this right? She wanted to comfort him, not confuse him. “–another man keeping me trapped. He claimed to be a prophet, and he had an entire city at his beck and call.”

Jack sat up, leaning out of the hug to look at her, listening. He was making the connections she’d been making this whole time– had Elizabeth ever told him the details of how she got out? Funny how she couldn’t remember now exactly what she’d said and what she hadn’t.

“He told everyone to beware the false shepherd, that he was there to lead me astray,” she explained, gesturing to himself. “And there were times that I ran from Booker, abandoned him.”

Jack canted his head, and only then did she realize they were holding hands now. Loosely, comfortably, but still.

“I… I didn’t know what I wanted to do. What to believe.” She glanced to the door, either wary or nervous about the subject at hand. Even she wasn’t entirely sure. “But in time, I found out. I made my own choice, and his prophecy was shown to be the delusion it always was.”

She offered her other hand, and he hesitated briefly before taking it too. “Whatever happens next, it’s up to you. Not him. Not me. No one in this city, in this world, can change that.”

“Oh, that was so beautiful,” Diane interrupted, her voice thick. “Don’t you think so, Miss Tenenbaum?”

“Doctor Tenenbaum,” she corrected and eyed the blood stained, broken desk skeptically. A handful of teenage girls followed her in, Sylvette notably smiling as she did. Elizabeth was pleased but surprised to see her– she had figured that she’d rather be watching the younger girls still recovering in Sanctuary than up here.

“Huh?” Jack took a moment to process their arrival, pulling his hands back and standing. “Oh, yes, right. I– welcome to the new place.”


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BioQuest: First

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Jack bent down and sawed at the corpse’s shoulder, and Elizabeth took careful steps to join him. The floor was somewhat slick with what blood hadn’t dried yet and her heels weren’t forgiving in that respect.

She picked up a leg and pulled open the incinerator chute, tossing it in quickly. Even in the short time that it was open, a wave of heat and burning flesh odor came into the office. She wrinkled her nose, which was better than her reaction when Suchong first made her use this chute.

She stepped back from the chute to gather herself all the same. It was the heat on her face that did her in most of the time, so she would time it well as she went. They finished all four limbs together when Elizabeth put a hand on his shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze to get his attention.

“Elizabeth?” He stood, wiping his forehead with his sleeve again. It seemed the heat fluctuating was affecting him too.

“Why don’t we take a break?”

“But the girls–”

“Will be fine.” She would hear them when they came in and warn them before they saw anything. “Diane can keep them in the other room until we’re done here.”

He nodded slowly, searching for a place to put the saw aside. Elizabeth took it from him and rested it on the stained desk. “Why don’t you finish the story?”

“The–” Then it registered and Jack looked away. “Oh.”

She waited with him, his shoulder rising and falling slightly with his breathing. It’s amazing how these moments between them, no matter how heavy they should have been, always felt… Peaceful. Right.

“The puppy, she…” He shook his head, sighing. And he tried again. “I didn’t have her long. A couple weeks, maybe. Enough to love her more than anything. She made me happy in a way I didn’t think was possible.”

He looked at his hands, lost in thought, then buried them in his pockets. “It was all for a test. To make sure the mind control would work. Suchong ordered me to…”

Jack lurched, and Elizabeth leaned forward with him. Must have been worse than she thought– somehow. “The first life I ever took. And it wasn’t even my choice.”


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She folded the battered pamphlet gently, tucking it into her pocket to share with the others later. It was a given that Booker and Tenenbaum would think anything called “the Rapture Family” was a cult, and they could be right, but it was something they should all know about regardless.

Seems the family already knew about them, so they were at a disadvantage.

Elizabeth stood from the bench and rounded the corner towards the clinic. Jack wouldn’t be sitting idle, she reminded herself, and she was concerned after what he’d just heard.

Stepping through the front door, Elizabeth made a mental note to ask Booker for a new camera from Sullivan for the clinic.

“Jack?” She called out, hearing a scraping, cutting noise from the other room – Suchong’s old office. “Jack, are you…”

Elizabeth passed the turret and stopped, seeing Jack standing over most of the splicer’s corpse. She turned to the desk, and the only sign of Suchong was the dark stain that sunk into the wood. They would need to replace that… She heard the incinerator churning and looked back to Jack.

Blood stained his shirt, and he held a bone saw in one hand. “The girls, they shouldn’t see this.” He pointed to the body with the saw. “I mean, the ones still in recovery are staying behind with some of the older girls, I know, but I just figured I should clean this up.”

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He paused, wiping his forehead with the back of his sleeves. “But they’re too big for the chute, so…” He lifted the saw to explain.

The splicer was missing both legs and half an arm, his vacant eyes rolled back as his head was angled to where she stood.


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“You’re right,” Elizabeth agreed and looked out to where the bench was – though she couldn’t see it from here, of course. An old habit from the tower that helped her think, that was all. “Why don’t you stay here, and I’ll talk to her?”

At first, his eyebrows raised and a few beats passed in silence. And as the surprise faded, he nodded, looking over the room beyond her.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Someone should clean up around here.” He laughed, almost a cough rather than a true laugh… But it was something. “This definitely isn’t to Tenebaum’s cleanliness standards for the girls.”

Jack took a couple steps towards the nearest closet, but her arms found their way around him before he found his way there. His breath stopped for just a moment, and she felt the warm weight of his arms across her back.

And Elizabeth stepped back, reflexively twisting her fingers around the stub of her pinky. “Right, well, I’ll just…”

Jack pointed to the bench and nodded again, a little pink coming to his cheeks even as he looked down.

“Thanks,” Elizabeth added and wove around the turret, out the front clinic door, and strode over to the bench with purpose.

[I]Put up a good front, Elizabeth.

The woman still sat there, not that she looked up at Elizabeth. Her hands rested in her lap over a wrapped package. It crossed her mind that it might be a weapon, but who didn’t have at least one out here?

“Ran into those thugs, didn’you?” She tapped the open seat beside her as the only acknowledgement that Elizabeth was there at all.

Elizabeth remained standing. “They’re dealt with now. And how do you know them, Miss…?”

“Grace Holloway from the Limbo Room. For now, at least,” Grace scoffed, her face twisting to a scowl. “And that gang is talkin’ to everyone, sometimes not just that. Worse’n Ryan and Fontaine together, those damn crooks.”

She leaned forward, setting her eyes on Elizabeth with a pinning intensity. “They’re looking for your man in there, and he’s gon’ need all the help he can get.”

This woman was blunt, but sincere… Elizabeth felt she was truly intending to help – if perhaps being misled by another. She took a seat on the bench and noticed a small smile from Grace. “You’re awfully brave, being out here as a woman by herself.”

“So aren’t you. And I got my family, the Rapture family,” she emphasized reverently. “They can protect you and your family too. Atlas, he don’t really care about the little people, you n’ me.”

Before Elizabeth could even begin an answer, Grace offered a torn pamphlet. Taking the crumpled paper in her hands, Elizabeth turned it around to read a title – Dr. Sophia Lamb’s free counseling sessions on Sundays.

“This woman, she cares.” Grace stood, the package in one hand and her weight on the cane in the other. “You don’t got to answer me now. I’ll be in The Limbo Room singing at night if you wanna join the family. However longer we’re gonna keep the room’s doors open,” she sighed with a heavy smile. “Maybe you can meet the sweet little lamb there.”

And she walked away, steadfast despite her cane and the rubble everywhere. Elizabeth looked over the pamphlet in her hands again and thought on what she’d said.


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