BioQuest: Aftermath

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Jack and Tenenbaum escorted the latest rescued Little Sister back to the flower tunnel she’d use to travel to the first base in Olympus Heights, and he gave her a small wave as she went. It made him nervous for her to be alone, she could tell, and Tenenbaum found herself…

…Proud. Jack was a good man, despite all that had been done to him. And of course he was grateful to be a runner, to be of use. He smiled at her with gun in hand and a pack on his back.

Tenenbaum nodded, leading the way back to the Bathysphere. “Good work, Jack.”

Sometimes his work was too good, reminding her of what they designed him to be. But that was her trouble to deal with and she kept it to herself. More importantly, they were too close to Fort Frolic and that madman, Cohen, for her liking. He’d closed himself off in there, but no distance was too much to put between them.

“Huh? Oh, right.” He cleared his throat self-consciously. “Thanks, Tenenbaum. You too.”

And again, they drifted into watchful silence. She kept looking back to Jack, who was normally not far. Tenenbaum suspected he didn’t want to be caught out here alone and so stayed close. But tonight, he continued to trail behind and only catch up when she turned to him.

Drumming her fingers on the butt of her pistol, Tenenbaum tried to figure out what the cause might be. No doubt, Booker could just divine it somehow since those two were basically father and son at this point. But she was too proud and stubborn to ask.

They had taken out the Big Daddy guarding that little one without much trouble, though much fuss, and she couldn’t think of anything that would bother him there. More and more Atlas posters littered the rubble and walls of Rapture, so perhaps that was distracting him.


Nein, if anything, that would make him more anxious not to be alone. Elizabeth told them all of the warning from the Holloway woman and this Rapture Family– Jack was the target of Atlas’ whole group, and they were only growing.

At last, they reached the Bathysphere by Siren Alley, the red light district of a war-torn Rapture. Jack was nearby, but staring off into the watery shadows of the city at night.

Tenenbaum resigned herself with an uneasy shift of weight to her left foot. He knew of Jasmine Jolene, then. It was almost certain he did and if not… Perhaps he should. Or perhaps the knowledge that she sold him as an unborn infant to a wretch like Fontaine without even getting all the facts was best left untouched.

Jack continued to look into the distance, seemingly unaware that they’d arrived at the Bathysphere at all.

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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.”


“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?”


“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!”


“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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