Sinclair starts toward the sub, but there's an unusual silence behind him. After a while, you get used to the heavy plodding of six and a half feet of muscle behind you. When he turns around, Jack is sliding to the ground, looking alarmingly pale.

He takes the few steps back and tries to catch Jack by the arm but he's already slouched over.

"Hey, alright, let's take a break," Sinclair says, kneeling down beside him and looking around the room as he continues speaking. "What do you need, chief? I'll see what I can do."

There's nothing in here, Andrew Ryan didn't splice. Shit.