Snippet #2492787

Journal of Juliette Devereaux;

Today I awoke to the smell of blueberry pancakes filling Dad’s workshop. Which if you knew my family wasn’t a very good sign, you see mom only really cooks anything with blueberries when she’s depressed so I had a hunch something had happened to make her feel a little of. I got up out of my cot and walked to the small hot plate mom had been using since we moved down here a few months ago. Before we took up residence in the workshop Mom and Dad had a nice apartment on a higher level, but when a splicer broke in and nearly got dad with his fly down, we all thought living in a room with sound proof walls and a much stronger door was far safer than any “luxury” apartment. If you can call a one room no bath “luxury”.
Anyway! I got up and tied my hair back into a bun before walking over to my parents whom were sitting the table. Dad was reading the paper and mom was cooking as stated previously. I sat down hesitantly as mom set down a letter addressed to me right in front of me. No doubt this is what was upsetting her.

I opened up the letter to read it; all some legal jargon about a Bathysphere that someone wanted me to find. Not a really big deal, at least not to me Dad did jobs like this all the time and it wasn’t a surprised they’d call me one day to pick up the ones he declined.

“What do you think Dad?” I asked. “You’ve no doubt had time to look over this as well.”

“It pays well, and they’ve already done the hard part for you Juliette. Only thing left is the HARD part.” He spoke. I never really understood Dad’s source of logic but I suppose that’s for the best.

“It sounds pretty square to me, and lord knows we need the money.” I said.

“We don’t need anything.” Mom spoke as she placed a big helping of pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage, and some sort of fish in front of me. “We are doing fine, right now.”

“But still Andrew Ryan’s Bathysphere got to say that’s a pretty tempting offer.” I said before stuffing my face. After breakfast I headed out to Neptune’s Bounty to find this old tube, telling my parents I’d be fine and it wouldn’t take more than a few days. Dad made sure I took his hand cannon with me for protection but I hope I never have to use it.

When I got down here, I climbed into a vent and started my search for that ol' Bathysphere.