Bioshock Rapture Chapter 20 PART THREE The Third Age of Rapture A

Bioshock Rapture Chapter 20 PART THREE The Third Age of Rapture A

There was meant to be a maintenance team here instead of me,” Bill groused as he bent to examine the cracks in the curved metal wall of the maintenance runoff tunnel. “They had some git of a splicer, was going to creep up the walls and fix the leaks they couldn’t reach. Don’t know what became of the buggers…” Karlosky grunted. “I think I see your maintenance team.” Bill stood up, walked over to Karlofsky—together they looked through a window into the mailroom of Jet Postal. The shadowy, indirectly lit room was scattered with undelivered mail. And with bodies—several bodies, men in maintenance coveralls lying about on the floor, motionless, pasted to the deck with their own blood. They seemed to have been hacked up by some sharp blade. Bill sighed, stomach contracting at the sight. “Yeah. I don’t see that splicer. Maybe…” Karlosky nodded, musingly patting the breach of his tommy gun. “Not good workers, those splicers,” he said dryly. “They go crazy; they kill. A man does not get job done …