Bioshock Rapture Chapter 3 The First Age of Rapture Part A

Bioshock Rapture Chapter 3 The First Age of Rapture Part A

“Look, Mr. Gorland—I don’t know that much about it.” Merton was sitting in the backroom of The Clanger, across from what used to be his own seat. Now Gorland was behind the desk, with Garcia standing to one side, eyeing Merton and tapping a blackjack in his palm, while on the other side was Reggie, a bruiser from the Bronx, wearing the doorman’s uniform that went with his day job. Gorland knew Reggie from the old days—he was one of the only people alive who knew Frank’s real last name—and he sometimes hired him as extra muscle. Tonight, Gorland had to put the fear of God into Merton. Harv Merton needed to have more fear for Frank Gorland than for the powerful Andrew Ryan. “I mean, if I  knew  anything else,” Merton went on, wringing his hands, “I’d  tell  ya.” “Hey, you got any hot advice on the horses, Merton?” Garcia, asked, grinning. Gorland signaled for Garcia to be quiet. The bookie shrugged, put away his sap, and took out a cigar instead. In the lull, the sound of the bar seeped through…