"Elizabeth!" Booker pounded on the solid brick wall where the girl had opened a tear from Columbia moments ago. Someone had taken the opportunity to grab them and shove DeWitt through. "Elizabeth! Damn it, no!"

He backed away from the wall, shaking with anger. Or was it fear? Or both?

Once he hit another wall behind him, he realized he was in an alley. A narrow, dark, reeking alley. Wonderful. At the entrance, an overbearing glow of strange bright colors flooded the small space from a street.

A man had spotted him.

Oh shit

But the man only turned to a young woman, and Booker relaxed.

...

The man in ridiculously outdated clothing uncurled his fingers, and long streaks of electricity burst from his fingertips. Jack Ryan's stomach clenched.

He tapped his daughter, who as occupied looking into a shop window, on the shoulder, "Go on in. I'll be there in a moment."

He didn't want the Little Sister to know that the man was from Rapture.

She gave him a confused look at his severity, but quickly disappeared into the shop.

I'll deal with him, Jack thought.

He made his way into the dark alley quickly and quietly. The man with the electricity cradled his head in his hands and muttered Elizabeth to himself over and over.

Jack jumped from the darker shadow and grabbed the man, yanking him to his feet.

He intended to interrogate the man, but the first thing that burst from his mouth was, "Where's your Adam?"

...

Adam?

"What?"

"Don't fuck with me," The man growled. "Give me your Adam… and Eve! I saw your plasmid!

"What do you want?" The man continued. Either drunk or insane, Booker decided. "I left Rapture, alright!"

"Rapture?" Booker spat back, frustratedly trying to shake the man off. The man pressed a tattooed wrist to Booker's throat, forcing him against the wall. "Look, I'm from Columbia! I don't have any biblical people with me, or plasmids, or whatever the hell you want!"

The man pulled DeWitt close and then slammed hard him into the wall, obviously disbelieving. Booker let out a groan. The man moved to grab him again, but Booker was ready- whipping out a fully upgraded Columbian Hand Cannon and pointing it straight at the attacker's heart.
...

Jack stepped back and raised his hands.

"Listen, friend," The man's words were threatening and spoken in a low growl. "I don't know where the hell I am. I don't have what you want."

Lying splicer is what he is, Jack decided.

"It sure looked like a plasmid to me," He tried to sound calm, but his heart pounded and his ears rang.

The man produced a bright blue bottle labeled "SALTS" and a few strange coins with his free hand. His tattoo, an "AD", rippled across his hand as he tightened his grip- daring Jack to move while he was busy.

When the man offered them to him, Jack took the objects and examined them thoroughly. Both said in large letters that they were from "Columbia", where the man claimed to be from.

"Alright," Jack sighed. "Another damned city. Where?"

"In the sky," The man said bluntly. "What's Rapture?"

"Underwater city," Jack said with equal bluntness. The man looked amused but not surprised.

"I'm Jack Ryan," He continued, extending his hand. The other lowered his gun and took Jack's hand.

"Booker DeWitt."