Booker Dewitt Bioshock Novels & Stories

he tried. He was tying a towel.” I let him draw his own conclusion from that damning evidence. Devin shook his head, with a disgusted look on his face. “I guess he’s more like our father than I thought.” He muttered the words almost under his breath. I had more to confess to Devin, but I couldn’t let that comment just slip by. Devon and Devin’s father, Christian Booker, had always been a bit of a mystery to me. As the patriarch of their family, I found it odd that he had never bothered to speak directly to me, even when I was a guest at his estate. The twins’ mother, Bernice, had always been cordial, and their sister, Hailey, treated me like part of the family, but Mr. Booker didn’t even mak

Where we… where we… Oh, God. Why am I here? The door from the ensuite bathroom burst open, revealing a freshly showered Devin - half-naked. I suddenly feel the urge to cover my body, though I wasn’t naked, but I feel violated! I’m such a prude! “Good morning,” he casually walked towards me, his ink-covered chest and wavy dark locks still glistening with a few drops of water. The cursive writing all over his skin seemed to have gotten darker or his sin had gotten smoother. I was trying hard to avert my gaze from his naked chest, but… but it was damn hard.

“He’s early. The lure worked—he’s coming for the mandatory update, but he’s moving faster because he knows Julian is exposed in Curaçao.” Commander DeWitt emerged from the elevator. He was dressed in a simple, cold-weather operational suit, carrying a standard Syndicate briefcase. He moved with the quiet confidence of a man entering his own private sanctuary. He did not look around; he was focused entirely on the vault door. DeWitt approached the vault, pulling out a small, metallic keycard—the physical key—and inserted it into the reader. He then placed his palm on the biometric scanner. “I will retrieve the Key from Thorne, and then I will retrieve you, Proxy-917,” DeWitt murmured to himse