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| - Her head was pounding her eyes felt like they were on fire, her teeth felt like someone was drilling into them without giving her any anesthetics, however her body felt extremely cold despite her feeling a blanket cocooning her body. With effort, she forced her eyes open and she saw the utter gray ceiling, to her left was the wall, which she discovered was there sometime ago when her knee collided with it, at her right she saw a knightstand with a glass of water waiting ontop of it. The woman slowly stood up on the bed, and found two hammers hitting her temples. She grabbed the glass of water and forced it down, finding it satisfying to her throat, which was as parched as a desert. A voice in the darkened corner of the room announced in a tired tone, "You're awake?" The woman looked up to see a man dressed in a plain white t-shirt, navy blue pants and brown military boots stepped into the light, where she noticed he had short brown hair and a stubble on his face. The man asked, "You feeling better?" To her shock, his voice sounded oddly similar to Ocelot's. The woman nodded with a frightened expression, "Yes..." The man said, "Relax, if I wanted to do anything, I would've done it three days ago when I rescued you." The woman asked in a joking tone, "And who do I thank for my heroic rescue?" The man smirked slightly, "The name's DeWitt, Booker DeWitt." Booker asked, "And what's your name, Miss? Can you recall?" The man's sincerity was a welcome change from the overly creepy positive, sadistic greetings of the other towns people. The woman tapped her skull, "Yes...I'm- Ca-Uh..." Booker smiled, "I know your name already, I got a folder with your records slid under my door yesterday morning... Miss...Catherine Black, or should I call you by your codename, Aya Redgrave?" Catherine blushed, "Yes...sir." Booker nodded, "Don't mention it kid. Now can you tell me what you remember three nights ago?" Catherine, confused asked, "What cha mean?" Booker waved at her tattered dress and said, "I found you out cold when Splicers attacked the Theater. You were singing that night. Do you remember what happened?" Catherine shook her head, "I remember...singing on stage...then after I finished the first song...that gay artist..." Booker cut her off, "Cohen." Catherine nodded, "Yeah. He called me down, he congratulated me, then his apprentice offered me some orangish-purple drink. I declined at least four times...before he ordered me to, he said it would help my voice. I chugged it down, and my veins...froze over for a second...then I got called back up to the stage, started singing..next thing I knew one of those Bouncer things burst into the Theater, and something hit me in the head..." Catherine rubbed the back of her head and found a large lump, which more than likely caused her blackout. Booker asked, "That drink..did it taste like anything?" Catherine rubbed her throat and said, "I think...it tasted like old scotch...why?" Booker swore to himself and said, "He had your drink a couple Plasmids." Catherine tilted her head, "What's a Plasmid, and how do you know?" Booker said, "Cohen only drinks wine...no way he'd drink scotch. Plus the colors and the taste match up." Catherine said, "You didn't answer my question...what's a Plasmid?!" Booker sighed, and snapped his fingers causing a small flame to emerge from out of thin air. Catherine jumped to the wall, ignoring the pain that emerged from her back. Booker brought a cigarette to his lips and used the flame to ignite it. Booker said, "Don't worry, whatever they gave you can be reversed." Catherine felt a little relieved, but she looked at her hands and trembled. Booker placed a hand on her shoulder and asked, "What colors did you say they were?" Catherine hardly heard his words, and only looked at his hand in shock of how a fire was just on his fingertips and how unaffected he was by it's appearance. Booker shook her and asked in an angry tone, "What were the colors?!" Catherine said, "Uh...purple and yellow!" Booker mumbled "Shock Jokey...and Devil's Kiss...god dammit!" Catherine asked, "What, what's wrong?" Booker said, "A Shock Jokey and Devil's Kiss were stolen from the vaults two weeks ago when Ryan put a lockdown on Plasmids...now the Agency has proof to arrest Cohen." Catherine asked, "You're a cop?" Booker nodded "I'm the head of the Rapture Agency of Protection." Catherine asked in a fearful tone, "I'm not in trouble, am I?" Booker tossed the now-burnt out cigarette out and said, "Nah, as long as you're under my protection no one is gonna mess with you." The door at the front of the office opened to a young woman, possible in her late teens, or early twenties, black hair, white and blue school girl outfit, and a happy smile on her face, which quickly turned to sadness and fear. Booker said, "I thought I told you to stay at Cheng Lings!" The girl nodded, "I know but Mr. Ling had a shipment to make so he sent me home." Booker sighed, "Alright." The girl said in a joyous tone, "You're finally awake!" Catherine nodded, "Yeah." Booker said, "Anna this is Catherine, Catherine this is my daughter, Anna." Catherine stretched her hand out, smiled and said, "Nice to meet you." Anna returned the smile, "Likewise, and everyone around town called me Elizabeth." Catherine asked, 'Why's that?" Anna said "It's my middle name. Plus Elizabeth is more interesting than Anna." Elizabeth asked, "Is she in trouble Booker?" Booker shook his head, "No I just had to ask her some questions... Listen Anna I need to visit Ryan up at the Capital, I'll be back on Monday. I need you to look over Miss Redgrave here." Catherine asked, "Why am I staying here?" Booker said, "Your apartment was ransacked and locked down. You can't go back there unless you have a death wish." Catherine sighed in annoyance, "Great." She worked seven months to get the apartment and everything in it, and she lost it in the span of a day. Booker said, "Oh yeah...your employer left your paycheck in the mail. Now Anna, you're going to be good for me right?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes "Yes, Booker." With that he put on a trench coat, a top hat and left the room. Elizabeth turned to Catherine and asked, "So...what powers do you have?"
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