With clomping feet, Gamma stepped off the Atlantic Express train in the medical pavilion, a scrap of paper clutched in his gloved fist, the latest in a line of clues that Gamma had picked up in Pauper's Drop. The paper was emblazoned with bright letters, "HIGH PAY FOR MEDICAL TRIALS! ANY AND--" the rest of the line was missing, as the paper was torn. A second line of smaller, black letters read, "Medical Pavilion..." also cut off by the tear in the advertisement. Gamma would simply have to search the area for another clue that might lead him closer to the man in the picture.

Gamma could hear the sounds of gunfire and violence in the distance, an occurrence becoming more and more common in rapture. Gamma chose to ignore the sounds for now, reasoning it was probably just a desperate scrap over some group's last dregs of adam or food. Gamma marched down the metal steps leading up to the train and down a hallway leading toward the main lobby. Just before Gamma entered the Medical Pavilion proper, he heard the voice of a little sister, "...I can smell the angels..."