Another explosion ripples through Rapture. You grab hold of a bulkhead as the floor buckles and the walls threaten to disgorge the atlantic ocean on your head at any second. The lights flicker off and on, and furniture topples around the blood-soaked office.
Slowly the aftershocks subside, but the distant, disturbed screams of the denizens of rapture do not. Your radio crackles into life.
"That last explosion stirred up the splicers something rotten," comes Atlas's voice. "You're going to have a hard time getting past them to Neptune's Bounty." He goes silent for a moment as though checking something. The baying cries seem to be getting closer. "You're in the office of Doctor Suchong. Sadistic bastard he was, but he wrote the book on plasmids. Search his office, would you kindly. There's bound to be something there to help you."
You ransack the office. In one of the drawers of his desk, you find a -
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