Sinclair quietly listened and waited for Delta to arrive.
Delta had spared every little sister he came across and even spared the people who hurt him.
Hell, he even spared Stanley Poole and Stanley's actions definitely were deserving of a good old fashioned pummeling.
Sinclair's curiousity peaked when he heard about Project Delta's name.
Johnny Topside.
Was it really him? Johnny? the Johnny Topside that he had been entrusted to make quick work of?
He sighed, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag.
He shook his head while blowing smoke.
He reminisced on his past with Frank Fontaine... with Sofia Lamb... hell... Stanley even. He was known as "That Nasty Sinclaire." "Cruel ol Sinclaire"
He shook his head with guilt, what the kid must think of him.
He frowned at the thought, the train's scent made his stomach gargle with irritation as he thought.
You'd think he'd gotten used to the foul... metallic scent of Rapture about now but he supposed the stress had weakened him.
He was tired, hearing a call on his radio.
"O-Oh god... Sinclaire is that really you?" He rolled his eyes in aggrivation.
Stanley Poole... of course it was.
He hissed a response drizzled in honey.
"What is it Mr. Poole~?" His voice was sweet which only seemed to sharpen to metaphorical balde he just stabbed into Stanley.
Stanley's reply was meak, awkward. "L-Listen... I'm sorry... I-"
Sinclaire growled. "Sorry? You're sorry?." Sinclaire recollected himself for a moment before messaging his temples while proceeding.
"Stanley Poole... I don't know if you realise this but I'm pretty damn sure you know this all coulda been avoided had it not been for your carelessness..."
Stanley sounded offended. "My carelessness? MY CARELESSNESS!?!? IT COULDA GONE JUST FINE IF YOU WERE GOOD AT YOUR JOB!!!"
Sinclaire got huffy, angry as he got out a cigarette.
"Mr. Poole I KNOW you did not just accuse me of shoddy business practice...
I did a DAMN good job and you know it! If it weren't for Lamb and the good ol doctor then I'd likely be on easy street right now! I-"
"And what about him?" Stanley's voice stopped Sinclaire in his tracks.
"Excuse me?" Sinclaire said, standing silently in the train car. Suddenly becoming a little too aware of the absence of Delta.
"What about Johnny? Or well... Delta?
What would have happened to him? Huh?
Would he still be brainwashed like all the other delta series or just scrapped?
Men Fontaine wanted to be rid a... innocent men who coulda made a difference... innocent men... who some a us loved..."
Sinclaire listened then sighed. "Stanley... I know how you felt about him...
You don't gotta lie about it anymore..."
He heard only silence in response.
"Hey... big tip... get outta here... find some man that'll sweep ya off ya feet an have a family with em.
Get to some pod someplace and try to escape... you ain't a good business partner and I wouldn't trust you with an inch a my life...
But you were a good news reporter... an you definitely weren't always this damn coward we saw today...
Please Stan... I know it ain't easy but... please find an escape if ya can... for the better... god knows this place ain't worth it's weight... hell... all the money in th world could be offered to me an I'd sooner leave this place than take it...
This place is a joke... your life is more important than upholdin some scummy operation in this dump..."
A few minutes of pure silence was heard then Stanley managed a small.
"Thanks... I'll keep that in mind..."
Agustus smiled a little. He hoped Stanley would take the advice since he had no idea if this place was gunna go under after they escaped.
In the meantime, he had a tin man to maneuver and he definitely needed to keep his focus.
YOU ARE READING
A Thinking Man ( Bioshock2 Delta X Sinclair )
FanficFrom the moment Sinclair got a good look at Project Delta... he knew the kid had spunk, had pizzaz. what he didnt realise was that he was gunna end up getting a soft spot for him, Not only a soft spot but a throbbing heart as well.
