What the shit is Tenenbaum listening to right now.

A bluff -- maybe. But Sinclair runs with Jack now -- Jack, who knows where her girls live, who she knows she cannot trust. If it is a bluff now, can she be sure Sinclair cannot and will not make good on it if pressed?

Good thing she was planning on killing this splicer anyway, really.

The houdini is staring at Sinclair with greed written all over her face. The thought of a bluff hasn't even crossed her mind. A reality has to exist in which she gets her ADAM.

"Three down," she cackles, "and more for me!"

And now, she's stood still long enough for Tenenbaum to get a bead on the back of her head.

Blam! Blam! Blam! and the splicer lands in a puddle, what's left of her face bleeding weakly onto the floor.