It wasn't usually a fruitful job to pull, but Natalya had been pulling it more than ever lately. It was intentional. Possibly it was just asking for trouble, hoping for an excuse to find Sander Cohen and pull the trigger, possibly she was just growing perversely fond of the ruined underwater city, but regardless of the reason, Natalya was on patrol in Rapture. Again.
She passed one of the broken down vending machines that sprang to life, playing tinny music and proclaiming its wares. As the sound died down, she heard something else, farther off.
The voice was high, child like, and female, but it was missing the dreamy sweetness of the Little Sisters. She took her rifle off her should, checked the corners, checked the shadows and the stairs, then started at a soft footed clip down the corridor, with its expansive views of the sea.
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Date: 2012-06-03 03:53 am (UTC)She passed one of the broken down vending machines that sprang to life, playing tinny music and proclaiming its wares. As the sound died down, she heard something else, farther off.
The voice was high, child like, and female, but it was missing the dreamy sweetness of the Little Sisters. She took her rifle off her should, checked the corners, checked the shadows and the stairs, then started at a soft footed clip down the corridor, with its expansive views of the sea.
"Hello?" she called.