Spook pulled the lever and the door slammed closed before them, sealing them to their fates, whatever fates those may be. The sub dropped into the ocean and immediately began sinking. Their current depth was read out by lit signs; 10 fathoms, 20 fathoms, 30 fathoms. They sank deeper and deeper until a screen dropped down in front of them, covering up the window. Somewhere in the sub, a film projector turned on and began playing a message from the man himself.
"I am Andrew Ryan, and I am here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?
'No,' says the man in Washington, 'it belongs to the poor.'
'No,' says the man in the Vatican, 'it belongs to God.'
'No,' says the man in Moscow, 'it belongs to everyone.'
I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose...
Rapture."
On cue of the name of the city being spoken, the screen lifted back up, and revealed the sprawling underwater city. What an impressive sight it was; skyscrapers stood thousands of feet tall, reaching towards the surface of the ocean, and hanging onto the buildings were numerous neon signs, lighting up the ocean before them.
"Jesus..." Spook murmured, awestruck by the sight before him.