"Then let us bring your young comrade home," Natalya replied as the bathysphere doors open and the ever dilapidated, still rotting, cold dank landscape of Rapture opened up before them.

She stepped down, not drawing her sidearm or taking her rifle from her shoulder, but taking in the room with the cool blue gaze that had made her the premier sniper of her unit. The city was populated with nothing more than ghosts and one lone mad man, but she didn't trust it to remain so. She nodded, fractionally, and started forward at a quiet, sure-footed run toward the doors to Fort Frolic.