#xbooker

           ⊰✝⊱ ❝—Sally..?❞

                    The low buzz of the radio, followed by Bookers own                     voice.. had she passed out? Eyes fluttered in the dim                     light, head throbbing as memories mixed and mingled                     together. Blurred visions of the past lingered as her                     present situation finally became clear again. Atlas,                     the bastard, he'd taken the girl and left her and Booker                     to rot. One step forward, two steps back. They were so                     close, so close to saving her. Now, they'd be lucky if they                     ever saw her again. She Hopefully, he'd honor their                     arrangement, whatever it was. Booker helped her blow                     smoke up the mans ass, and thankfully, he seemed to                     believe it.

                    Elizabeth pushed herself up, taking hold of the shortway                     radio, attaching it to the belt on her waist before turning                     to face the raggedy man next to her. It looked like Atlas'                     men had done a number on him as well. It seemed                     Booker was just now beginning to regain consciousness                     as well. So many questiones piled up in her mind,                      there wasn't much time. Might as well get started.

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          A cigarette burned scarlet between her fingers; they tapped at the battered sleeve of her blouse impatiently. It was ridiculous how poised she was after the events at Cohen's-- not to mention that they're now in the dilapidated mess that is Fontaine's.

          Her eyes were focused on a tile in the floor as the man opposite of her seemed to wander about the room. She sat thinking for a moment, trying to piece her thoughts into coherent ones.

                       "If she wasn't your daughter, what was she?"