"We're leaving for New York tonight," Benjamin said. "Pack whatever is absolutely necessary and burn everything else."
Isaac and Pamala looked at each questionably, confused at the sudden need to return back to the States.
"What's going on?" Isaac asked.
"New York wants us back as soon as possible," Benjamin replied flatly. "That's whats happening."
"Just like that?"
Benjamin stared at Isaac for a moment, eyes ready to accept a challenge at his authority. "Yes just like that."
"You've got to be kidding me!" Isaac exclaimed.
"Isaac," Pamala warned in a low voice, reaching out and grabbing his arm in an attempt to restrain him.
Isaac ignored her warning and shrugged her off. "We've been busting our ass up here for more than three years, feeding them all sorts of valuable intel and now, now that theyve got what, some information on a child, they want us to high tail it out of Columbia by tonight." Isaac advanced towards Benjamin and even though he was a good half a foot taller than him, Benjamin made no advance to back away, meeting Isaacs gaze evenly
"Those are the orders," Benjamin replied sternly.
"What's so important about that child that New York just wants us to abandon years of intelligence?"
"I'm not at liberty to disclose that information," Benjamin replied, his eyes tightening as Isaac drew closer.
"And what about Jessica over there. Shes dying."
"That's a secondary concern," Benjamin harshly replied.
"You son of a-"
"Isaac calm down," Pamala said, quickly getting between the two before things got any further out of hand. Pamala turned towards Benjamin but made sure to keep her body between Isaac and Benjamin. "How are we leaving?"
"There's a friend that works near the docks, sympathetic to our cause. He's got a zeppelin that he's ready to part with in exchange for a couple thousand silver eagles."
"Can we trust him?" Pamala asked.
Benjamin glared at her for a moment as if insulted that she needed to ask. "He's a friend of mine. Of course we can trust him."
"Of course!" Isaac chimed in mockingly. "Because the last time we trusted a friend of yours it nearly got me killed!"
"Isaac," Pamala scolded. "Is there any way she can come with us?" Pamala pleaded directly to Benjamin cutting him off before Benjamin could order.
Benjamins expression softened at the sound of Pamala. He was silent for a moment before sighing resignedly. "We can but well have to be quick."
Isaac didnt outwardly show his relief at the news. For one he wasnt even quite sure if she would survive the trip to New York in the first place. But given the limited options at the moment, he was willing to take anything.
"Start putting everything that isnt coded red, into the furnace," Benjamin ordered. "As soon as the others get back Ill brief them on the situation. I want to be at the docks at eight."
Nights in Columbia were a dull affair for the most part. Most people preferred the warmth and comfort of their homes to that of the cold air at the elevated height they were at. Even Isaac felt the wind biting into his jacket as he peered through the scope of his sniper rifle from his elevated position on a ledge.
The area was well isolated, the street that had been so recently full of life late in the afternoon lay all but deserted now. Occasionally, someone would step outside and Isaac would quickly turn his sights on them, finger hovering over the trigger in case it was someone coming to investigate their group. But that person only went about the daily lives, carrying out a mundane chore such as taking out the trash or visiting their next-door neighbor.
The full moon and the bright stars above, coupled with the street lamps that littered the area provided prefer illumination. From his perched position on top of a ledge, if there was anyone sneaking up on their group he would see them as clear as day. However it also meant that they could also be seen clearly too.
The plan was a simple one. Wait by the ledge of the block they were at for the zeppelin to come and pick everyone up down below. Once everyone was on board, Isaac was to make his way down and the Zeppelin would pick him up as well. His job was to provide cover fire in case things got dicey. A situation he hoped that it wouldnt come to.
In the distance he could just make out the group of four individuals, two of which were carrying an unconscious Jessica between them.
Wait a minute, Isaac said softly. He observed the group through his scope again just to be sure of what he was seeing. He counted the number of people that were there in his head. One, two, three, four, five. There should have been six. Pamala was missing from the group. Isaac around in the surrounding area to see if he could see her.
"Hello Isaac," a voice said behind of him.
Isaac quickly turned around, surprised that someone had managed to get the jump on him so easily. Just as he had the person in his sights, his body froze, unable to move even an inch in any direction.
The sight that greeted Isaac though had left him speechless, his mouth opened wide, too lost for words. He blinked rapidly, in hopes that he was just imagining things but no matter how hard he tried the person that stood in-front of him wouldnt go away.
It was Pamala.
"It's called Vigor," she remarked, holding up her left hand that glowed an ominous shade of yellow. "I can freeze your body and render it useless."
"Why?" he finally managed to ask still in disbelief over the sight of her. He tried desperately to free his body but no matter how hard he tried, there wasnt an inch of him that budged.
"Why?" she repeated. "I'll tell you why. Because Father Comstock told me that my sins would be forgiven if I told him everything," she remarked, her arms stretched out as she spun in place, looking up at the sky above. "He promised me salvation if I told him about what you were planning."
"You're the one who tipped off those policemen back at the bar werent you?" Isaac demanded, his shock replaced by full blown rage now.
"Yes, and he said that the Lord notices my good deeds and that I would be truly blessed."
"How could you Pamala! Ive known you for three years!"
"Which is why Im here. You too can be saved if only you repent."
"What?" Isaac asked, genuinely confused. She sounded exactly like those religious fanatics who harp on endlessly about being saved and how Father Comstock was a true visionary. It wasnt so much what she said but how she said. How could he have not noticed this in her all this time? Was this something recent, or did she harbor those feelings for as long as he knew her. He always suspected that she didnt let out as much as she knew. But that tended to be the case with most of the people in this line of profession.
"Come with me Isaac. Come, let me take you to Father Comstock and you too can be saved."
"Comstock is a fraud Pamala! A fraud! That man is no more a prophet than I am!"
Pamala shock her head in denial. "No I've seen the truth Isaac. Father Comstock has shown me the light and the error of my ways and has promised me Salvation."
Isaac wished he was free so that he could slap her across the face. He couldn't believe what it was that he was hearing.
"Come with me Isaac," she pleaded again.
"And what of the others?" Isaac asked.
As if on cue, Isaac could here the sounds of gunshots ringing through the still night.
"It's too late for them," she replied, taking a couple steps towards him. "But it's not for you. For us." She closed the distance between them until she was no more than a couple of feet in front of him.
"Sorry but I dont believe in your false prophet," Isaac vehemently spat.
Pamala took a step back before sighing loudly, seeming genuinely disappointed with his response. She reached into her pocket and took an impressive looking dagger, with a blade that was more than a foot long.
"Father Comstock said that if you couldnt see reason that I should kill you instead," Pamala said in a voice that was full of regret.
She reached forward with her free hand to touch Isaacs face a gesture that Isaac found revolting, sending shivers down his spine. She took a couple steps forward before kissing him deeply across the lips before pulling back. "I'm sorry Isaac. I've always loved you."
She stabbed the knife into the side of his abdomen slowly, burying the full length of the blade in his insides before twisting it sharply. Isaac bit back a scream from the agony that he was in when the knife pierced his skin and she twisted the blade. She slowly removed the blade as if taking some sort of perverse pleasure in the act of slowly killing a man that she had once mouthed the words I love you to.
"Goodbye Isaac. And May God have mercy on you." With those final words she began to walk off, leaving Isaac completely immobile as he bled to death. Isaac felt his vision fading fast, the metallic taste of blood already filling his mouth.
Just when he was about to loose consciousness, he fell abruptly to the ground. Isaac could just make out Pamala, stretching forth her hand, apparently trying to call upon the Vigor that she had clearly ran out of. Isaac picked up his sniper rifle that lay at his feet and aimed it straight at her.
Pamala smiled. "You wouldnt shoot me Isaac."
The rifle was heavy in his hands, and the darkness was threatening to envelop him. His quick shallow breaths coupled with his shaking hands prevented him from lining up a shot. Then the sounds of gunshots sounded in the air again and Isaac remembered that he had a job to do.
In one quick motion, he hoisted the rifle up, aimed squarely at Pamala, held his breath and fired.
The round took her straight in the heart, sending her flying motionless to the ground. Isaac took a bit of pleasure at the situation, the poetic justice that had just been dolled out by his hands.
But the sound of the distant battle in the area preventing him from relishing in it too much. With what little strength he had left, Isaac crawled towards the railing that he had just been at before Pamala interrupted him. He pulled himself up, screaming in pain at the effort that was required to do so.
It felt as though he was running a marathon, his breathing becoming shallower and shallower with each passing moment. He peered through the scope of his rifle, struggling at first to locate the area where the others were. When he had, the sight wasnt too promising. The only person left standing was Benjamin who had taken a shot to the shoulder, hiding behind cover with an unconscious Jessica behind of him. To the right Isaac could see the zeppelin approaching the area, some four hundred yards away by Isaacs estimate.
The policemen that were there, were slowly closing in for the kill, approaching Benjamins hiding spot slowly knowing full well that they had him cornered.
Isaac knew he needed to act quickly if there were going to have a chance at getting out alive He desperately tried to steady his aim but his shallow breaths prevented him from being able to line up a shot.
Isaac held his breath, aiming at the furthest man behind the group in hopes that the other four individuals who were there wouldnt notice it when their partner went down. He pulled the trigger, hitting the man squarely in his upper back, dropping him instantly.
Only four more remained. He repeated the process for the next target, the round hitting him in the side of his head.
Isaac grip on the rifle loosened, his eyes closed for a brief moment as he nearly slipped into oblivion. Come on, just a bit more he silently pleaded with his body.
He summoned what little strength was left in his body, aiming his sights down on his next victim, the policemen still unaware that there was an enemy sniper picking them off. Isaac pulled the trigger once more, the bullet finding its mark in the middle of the policemans back.
Without missing a beat he aimed at the next one and fired.
The bullet however only lodged itself in the mans thy, promptly alerting his partner that there was a sniper about. The remaining officers started shooting at Isaacs position, seeing more danger in the sniper than that of the wounded Benjamin.
Isaac pulled the trigger again but nothing came out of the barrel. Instead he was greeted by the dreaded sound of an empty chamber.
Thankfully Benjamin had taken the opportunity to come out from hiding and shoot the remaining guards, killing them with his machine gun rounds that tore through skin.
Isaacs relinquished his grip on the rifle, the weapon falling through the sky in into the clouds bellow. He was just able to make out the zeppelin docking near Benjamin and Jessica, two men coming out to help them onboard. Isaac smiled, thankful that his job was done.
He slumped his back against the railing and looked off into the distance, noting that the statue of the angel on Monument Island was once again staring at him still casting its judgmental gaze on him.
Isaac glanced to his left, taking note of Pamalas unmoving body still unclear about her motives in betraying the group. It couldnt be just that she was seeking salvation. That she wanted to be forgiven for her sins.
For a brief moment Isaac wondered if there would be any salvation for his soul but then quickly pushed those thoughts away. He was well past the point of redemption and he knew it. Besides, he didnt believe in God.
A movement caught Isaacs eye to his life. He turned around and saw that the zeppelin was waiting for him, fifty yards or more from his current position. Through his fading vision, he could just make out Benjamin starting directly at him from the bridge of the flying machine. No words were spoken but Isaac knew what needed to be done. To pick him up, to carry him off to safety and rescue him would be wasting a valuable opportunity to get away.
Besides it was his time to go. Isaac could feel it.
Without waiting the zeppelin flew off, descending below the cloud cover. Isaac smiled weakly, thinking off all the people who had died today in an attempt to bring information back to New York.
"That girl better be worth it," he said weakly before closing his eyes, his last images being that of Jessica.
This is part 2 of my story for the Bioshock Infinite creative writing contest. Hope you've all enjoyed reading it.