The name means absolutely nothing to me, although it's yet another fact that I file away for safe-keeping. Names are chosen for a reason. And, if I'm lucky, I might be able to run the name through some type of database, keep an eye out for mentions. Learn more about the man.

Had I easier access to all of my resources, this is where I'd tie the man up, make sure he won't simply dive right down into the bathysphere and cling doggedly on to my trail. I decide to place my bets elsewhere. If there's a man waiting at the entrance of the city, chances are there'll be more underground. And there's no guarantee that a group would place their greatest defense at the mouth of a cave.

I wait until I've stepped inside the sphere, locking the door and taking a shallow breath, testing the air. Clear, fortunately. Casting one last look over at the body crumpled on the floor, I half-expect him to be up on his feet when I pull the lever to descend back into Rapture.

"Sorry, bub."