[Cash n Class]

Mieux tilted his head to the left and let out a 'tch' noise, "As long as its no symphonic, I'm fine." He cleared his throat. "Mr. President, I do apologize for my rash opinion. You'd think after being alive for over 230 years, I'd know better by know, but, I suppose some habits die hard." He escorted Mieux down a small set of stairs to his golf mat, he casually putted a ball down the mat, offering Sutler an extra putter, "So, apart from my rude behavior, I do hope this wont affect our potential relationship. If you care to hear out my terms, I think you will find them very fair. All I want is a partnership so to speak, symbiotic relationship, I help you, and you help me, and we all live happily ever after." He stepped aside just in case Sutler wanted to take a putt.

[Ann Church]

Adams simply stood, mouth agape, during Sutler’s monologue. He couldn’t believe his hears. Once the President finished, he threw his radio handset on the bed.

“Sutler, you idiot!” he bellowed, no doubt sending echoes of anger through the hotel; the patrons would feel the blast of his fury. His face began to burn red and his blood began to boil, fuelled by hate.

“Of course, let’s just tell one of the most powerful men in New Manhattan that one of our top military commanders is an arrogant fool. Yeah, that sounds like a great [censored] idea!” Adams muttered to himself as he paced around the room in agitation, clenching his fists; he wanted to punch Sutler in the face right now.

“And why not make it look like the Enclave’s actually crumbling from within – I’m sure that’s a great way to promote ourselves! For [censored]’s sake, Sutler, don’t keep it secret that we’re not actually-“ Adams had ran out of fire; he chugged a glass of water to cool off his burning throat, and began to hold his throbbing head, made worse by the banging at the suite door. Piss off!

Adams stormed over to the door and ripped it open. “What?” he snapped to the trembling maid.

“H-h-here’s your uniform sir, sparkly clean,” she said, still shaking.

“Thank you, good bye.” Adams snatched his uniform slammed the door back in her face, almost throwing the door off its hinges.

The Colonel donned his uniform immediately. No doubt, he enjoyed the suit’s comfort, but no outfit would ever be favoured over the uniform which had served him so well for so years.

After a few minutes of lying on his bed, Adams began to smile, chuckle even. “You know what? That bastard, he’s just jealous of me! He hates that I’ve been the key to all our recent success; he hates that important figures want to speak to me, not him; and the biggest factor in extreme envy for me? Whilst I walk proud and strong, he’s withering away under stress, forever grieving over his dead wife and that stupid son of his. He’s weak, can’t let go; can’t except that his family’s nothing but a pile of ash. We all lost good friends and family that fateful day, but we’ve all moved on, but not the feeble, frail old piece of [censored] we call ‘Mr. President.’” The Colonel began to feel good; he felt powerful, mighty. “Maybe it’s time there’s a new president…

Adams attention was stolen by a roaring outside the window. “Speak of the Devil…” The vertibird landed graciously at the hotel’s entrance. The Colonel was tempted to walk right down to the lobby and give Sutler a right-hook, but knew better of it. “Another day, maybe.”

He thought of joining Mr. Mieux, but Adams was too tired. If Mieux wants me, he’ll call me, he thought, slouching on his bed a little and plucking graqes, dropping them into his mouth. The Colonel was perfectly content with letting the two titans duke it out.

[STEVI INQUE]

"As long as its no symphonic, I'm fine. Mr. President, I do apologize for my rash opinion. You'd think after being alive for over 230 years, I'd know better by know, but, I suppose some habits die hard." Mieux escorted Sutler down a small set of stairs to a golf mat, Mieux casually putted a ball down the mat, Sutler accepted the extra putter offered to him, "So, apart from my rude behavior, I do hope this wont affect our potential relationship. If you care to hear out my terms, I think you will find them very fair. All I want is a partnership so to speak, symbiotic relationship, I help you, and you help me, and we all live happily ever after."

Sutler hadn't played golf since the Oil Rig 40 years ago and even back then he was snooker champion of Block 4 2238-42, not the putting champion.

"You know Mr Mieux, you still may be being rash , just because I'm well versed and educated doesn't mean I'm not a monster. I usually don't like to assume, not anymore anyway, but I would wager I've seen and, well, done more in my 62 years than your 230. Then again maybe you have travelled as much as me, I don't know, as I say I don't like to assume but you didn't strike me as the soldiering type." Sutler took his shot and missed, he stepped back to allow Mieux to take his. "Adams, my second-in-command, is often rude to me, I tend to see things from an objective point of view, you're previous opinion of me is niether relevant nor is it wholely in-correct. I'm sure you're terms will mutually beneficially."

[Chris Cross Cabaret Man]

"Of course, give me one minute Mr. Sutler." He stepped away and walked to his office, briefly but patiently writing a letter,

"Dear Colonel Adams,

Your glory is not robbed from you. Your head is clearly in the clouds, but I know you are not arrogant. I know your a veteran of war, but you are not a heartless monster. After I have dismissed the President, I will give you a call on the phoneline in your suite. But as a warning, please keep an open mind when I invite you up here.

Cordially,

Justin Mieux"

He dropped the letter down a hidden slot to his hotel manager, who would deliver it to Adams immediately. Coming back with a bottle of scotch as his excuse for leaving him.

He began to speak to Sutler, "Not to be rude, but Mr. Sutler, The Enclave is next to nothin now, you barely have any friends, and you can't afford to make an enemy of me. Now, to keep from sounding rude, what do I want from you? I want outdated power armors, to protect my soldiers guarding the streets below, AND I want either uninterviened or allied partnership in my aism to expand my city, and that includes New Manhattan, if you have alliances in New Manhattan, then I suppose our relationship will be very brief. But, if you stack the chips in my favor? I can offer your men relaxation and ease here at a discount, I have casinos, shops, food, this city is a superfluity of Pre-War comfort, it's only fair loyal troops deserve time off in a good place. And for your higher ups, I have extensive libraries available in the school, not a school by classical definitions, but rather, tutors who teach subjects of your interest. Anything that doesnt pertain to the security of this city could be at your disposal to learn if I snap a finger. Oh, and by treaty, while in my city, your men are authorized only their uniforms, no weapons, no power armor. I do not want any drunk or angry troops to cause trouble in my peaceful city. As well, I have written into this treaty The Enclave gets 25% of the purified water and 100% scavenged fuel in the city for your vertibirds. Help me take convince New Manhattan to surrender to my auspices, and I will direct 25% of the power of their grid to a location of your choosing. All I ask is your acceptance or neutrality in my expansion of Arcadia, so long as they do not interfere with Enclave alliances." He drank from his glass, a grin on his face. "Are these terms fair?"

[KIng James]

"Not to be rude, but Mr. Sutler, The Enclave is next to nothin' now, you barely have any friends, and you can't afford to make an enemy of me. Now, to keep from sounding rude, what do I want from you? I want outdated power armors, to protect my soldiers guarding the streets below, AND I want either uninterviened or allied partnership in my aism to expand my city, and that includes New Manhattan, if you have alliances in New Manhattan, then I suppose our relationship will be very brief. But, if you stack the chips in my favor? I can offer your men relaxation and ease here at a discount, I have casinos, shops, food, this city is a superfluity of Pre-War comfort, it's only fair loyal troops deserve time off in a good place. And for your higher ups, I have extensive libraries available in the school, not a school by classical definitions, but rather, tutors who teach subjects of your interest. Anything that doesnt pertain to the security of this city could be at your disposal to learn if I snap a finger. Oh, and by treaty, while in my city, your men are authorized only their uniforms, no weapons, no power armor. I do not want any drunk or angry troops to cause trouble in my peaceful city. As well, I have written into this treaty The Enclave gets 25% of the purified water and 100% scavenged fuel in the city for your vertibirds. Help me take convince New Manhattan to surrender to my auspices, and I will direct 25% of the power of their grid to a location of your choosing. All I ask is your acceptance or neutrality in my expansion of Arcadia, so long as they do not interfere with Enclave alliances." He drank from his glass grinning like a loon. "Are these terms fair?"

"Mr Mieux I'm not threatening you, I am trying to teach you something to reserve your judgements of people a little more. Does it really matter that I have personally gutted men, bombed wastelanders, established extermination checkpoints? Of course not. I can garuntee you right now that I would have to be insane to try anything against you, no military action will be taken against Arcadia, you're certainly a better alternative than the mafioso of Evergreen that's for sure, I give you my word, which you may not think means much but it does. I will sign something if you wish, not that it matters, the only thing that matters in this world of ours now is strength and survival, above everything else. As for alliances the Enclave has nor needs one, I and the Colonel have an agenda for our people and it does not concern the people of Manhattan, we have a few suits of T-51b power armour which were stored from before the Great War which you may have, we certainly have no use for them now. As for your offer of water and fuel, we need niether, we have our own water purification system and an renewable source and as for fuel we have a fusion generator in the base which we use to recharge the bird, you didn't think we used petrol did you? The whole nature of the Enclave is survival, survival of the government of the United States of America, we use energy weapons for more reasons than they're powerful, the cells can be recharged, electricity, the one resource we have plenty of so we try and make sure as many things depend on it. As for our men relaxing here I suppose, at the moment we are impossibly busy and I couldn't re-route the Vertibird from it's current objective; maybe when things settle down? Perhaps, I however will not be joining them, I can relax when the Enclave and my people are safe. You can take the whole city for all I care Mr Mieux, you really need to stop assuming I'm a 'bad guy' therefore I only want dictatorship and control, I merely want the saftey of my citizens now and forever, and I'm sure this can apply to anyone in power. Oh and Advanced Power Armour is the standard uniform for all enlisted personnel. I accept your terms."

Sutler extended his hand.

[Justin Hankins]

Mieux shook his hand in return, "It's not you yourself, it's just, The Enclave has not exactly had a spotless reputation, I am pre-war, though I don't look it, I am. But, I still care for those under my care, The Enclave has a past of seeing themselves as superior to the ordinary Wastelander. While I have no intention of playing knight in shining armor, I want to save the world I knew. You see, contrary to common belief, the Pre-War world is not dead, those few of us who know how to use its technology, and those born before the war, we are the glowing embers of a tree in pain, hanging on, if barely. The Enclave is just that, an enclave, those outside of it, they have no interest in, then again, I suppose my city is an enclave as well." He chuckled a little. He stopped chuckling and his face turned serious again, Mr. President, if you like, your welcome to a room for the night, or, if you have more pressing matters, I will not be offended if you must leave sir." He wanted Sutler to leave, he didnt like him, he now realized, in his mind at least, who Sutler was, a cold, near empty soul, with eyes like a snake. He maintained his delightful face and continued on, here, have this as a token of friendship." He let the president open it, an ancient pre-war lapel pin of the USAs flag, with one word in fine text saying 'Freedom'. It was an old Pre-War relic of his, back when he still believed in America.

[Christine]

"It's not you yourself, it's just, The Enclave has not exactly had a spotless reputation, I am pre-war, though I don't look it, I am. But, I still care for those under my care, The Enclave has a past of seeing themselves as superior to the ordinary Wastelander. While I have no intention of playing knight in shining armor, I want to save the world I knew. You see, contrary to common belief, the Pre-War world is not dead, those few of us who know how to use its technology, and those born before the war, we are the glowing embers of a tree in pain, hanging on, if barely. The Enclave is just that, an enclave, those outside of it, they have no interest in, then again, I suppose my city is an enclave as well. Mr. President, if you like, your welcome to a room for the night, or, if you have more pressing matters, I will not be offended if you must leave sir. Here, have this as a token of friendship."

Sutler was honestly taken aback by the trinket, since he became President he had had to remove his pair of Colonel's eagles but nothing survived to replace them, this badge would be the new one, passed from President to President from here on after, he immediately looked for somewhere to pin it to, US Army tunics being nothing like a suit had no lapels and he wore his coat so little that it seemed pointless, in the attached it near his medals.

"Seriously Mr Mieux, thank you very much for this badge, it will be worn by Presidents for generations after I'm gone. You're right, we are two enclaves, one of civility and one of government, you know, the Enclave wants to rebuild the world, the old world of course what do you think our goal has always been. Yes the Enclave's reputation is awful form your perspective, but think in one hundred years what the human race would be like if we had won before. Every human being born living free from hunger, dehydration, radiation, slavery; though the cost would be great, from there-on humanity would be on an un-stoppable acsent back to the old world, the Enclave was willing to take that chance to rebuild... only we failed." Sutler got to his feet.

"I would like very much to stay the night, however, may I be shown to Colonel Adams quarters before I retire?"

[Bryanna Vacchiano]

Mieux cocked an eyebrow,"I'm afraid that's not feasible Mr. Sutler, your room is on a different floor than his. I've arranged one of your men be permitted as door guard. at the elevator on your floor. It even has a functioning Pre-War television with working holotapes." A sentry bot said in it's booming voice "Mr. President, please follow me to the Royal Level, this floor is all your room for tonight." After the bot guided the elevator back to the main floor to use the public elevator, Justin walked calmly into his office and picked up the old telephone. "What floor Mr. Mieux?" Said a young feminine voice, "Presidential Level, Presidents suite." The phone rang for about five rings, which made Mieux wonder what Adams had been doing that took so long. Without even allowing Adams to finish his 'hello?' he simply said. "Come to the penthouse, we have much to discuss." He placed the phone on the reciever, awaiting the arrival of Colonel Adams. He placed a box of cigars and a pack of cigarettes on the desk, ready to offer Adams a smoke, if he was a smoker.

[Eddie Howe]

OOC: This is what I get from waking up late.

Director William Snowe

All of us had a toast before the girl, Lyn, interrupted. "My mirelurks would make great bodyguards!"

William shook his head. "Right now, I'm trying to think whether or not you having wild animals in the city will be punished or just let go of."

"I know we got off to a bad start, but I won't attack anyone at their wedding. So, as protection, I will send some mercs from Ghoul High, pre-war snipers. They have the best shot I have ever seen. Trained for the assault on Beijing, it never happened because of the war. They are US army trained." Alex explained.

"Great!" Sonia exclaimed. William smiled widely. "You two will get a couple things after the wedding. But first, I need to choose my best man."
Sonia blushed looked up at Alex pleadingly. "Could you and Ann give some...pointers?"

[Nikki Morse]

Don Frank Vercelotti

The Don listened as Lyn explained how Mirelurk Kings could be spruced up to look decent. "Very well then. We'll use em. Just dress em up nice, we don't do shabby wedding in New Manhattan." Frank winked.

"Right now, I'm trying to think whether or not you having wild animals in the city will be punished or just let go of." Will remarked coldly.

"Let it go, Director. It was under my supervision. She's keeping them under control." the Don informed reassuringly, hoping to calm William.

"I know we got off to a bad start, but I won't attack anyone at their wedding. So, as protection, I will send some mercs from Ghoul High, pre-war snipers. They have the best shot I have ever seen. Trained for the assault on Beijing, it never happened because of the war. They are US army trained." Alex chimed in.

Perfect, extra protection. I knew Alex was a good catch.

"Great!" Sonia chirped cheerfully. She was almost glowing with excitement. Frank could not recall ever seeing her so happy. He couldn't help but to smile with her.

William then burst into smile, as his wife-to-be. "You two will get a couple things after the wedding. But first, I need to choose my best man."

"Could you and Ann give some...pointers?" Sonia asked Alex, shyly.

What is this some sort of town center all of a sudden? Frank wondered cynically, but his smile never wavered. He was genuinely glad that something positive was going on for once. It had been a long time since there had been the wedding of a high ranking official in New Manhattan. It would certainly raise the morale of the entire city.

While they all conversed excitedly Frank pulled out his radio and called one of his men from the street. "Listen Vinnie, I need you to take your men, go down and clear out St. Johns Cathedral." he ordered.

"St. Johns? You got it, boss. Can I ask why?" he asked, curiously.

"Uhh...A wedding." Frank replied, disconnecting the line.

OOC: St. Johns Cathedral is actually the worlds largest cathedral. It's kinda a big deal. Consider this a favor from Frank..

[ruCkii]

Sutler remembered something, [censored]!.

"I apologise Mr Mieux I'm afraidI won't be able to stay, I have urgent business, excuse me."

The sentry bot escorted him downstairs and within ten minutes the Vertibird picked him up and whisked him back home, Sutler stared at Arcadia's opulence, one day Sutler thought. The Vertibird landed in the hanger and Sutler dashed out as technicians approached '596 to recharge her fusion cells. He up several flights of stairs to the tech-lab, Mr Robinson Ph.D, had returned from Vault 109, replaced by the Secretary of Energy himself, Doctor Nathaniel Bennet Ph.D.

Being a civilian Robinson didn't salute however he did stand to attention.

"Mr President how can I help you?" He asked, he was noticably tired, parts from what was obviously the jumpsuit manufacturing machine from the Vault lay before him and most of the machine, Sutler now noticed, sat at the otherside of the lab.

"I need to requisition one of the audio and visual broadcasting eyebots."

"Yes sir, just hold for a second." Robinson disappeared into the depths of the lab and 5 minutes later came back with a deactivated eyebot on a trolly, he plugged it into a terminal and created a nagivation directive, he also connected it to PoseidoNet for the President to presumably conduct his broadcast from. "Where's this machine going sir?"

"The headquarters of the Gauss Project, I need to speak with their leader, we were supposed to meet outside of Vault 109 but for some reason I have yet to discuss with Colonel Adams the meeting did not go as expected. As a token of faith I will send this eyebot to communicate with rather than simply radio transmissions."

Half-an-hour, later Sutler poured himself a glass of water from a pitcher the camera was ready, the eyebot had been released and was on it's way, Sutler took a sip, how long would he be waiting for that machine to make contact?

[Matt Fletcher]

Lyn Grave

William shook his head. "Right now, I'm trying to think whether or not you having wild animals in the city will be punished or just let go of."

Lyn frowned a bit at Williams rejection.

"Let it go, Director. It was under my supervision. She's keeping them under control." the Don informed reassuringly, hoping to calm William.

Lyn smiled again as the Don defended her. "Yeah, my mirelurks could be very helpful. Besides, they aren't wild at all with me around."

[Nims]

Alexander Scalatti

"Great!" Sonia exclaimed. William smiled widely. "You two will get a couple things after the wedding. But first, I need to choose my best man."
Sonia blushed looked up at Alex pleadingly. "Could you and Ann give some...pointers?"

Alex chuckled. "How about Byron? He seems like a friend to me."

[Lalla Vu]

Mr. Mieux, awaiting the Colonel, wrote a letter and addressed it to New Manhattan, writing it highly formal, and elegantly, with it, he sent a package. Inside the package was an ornate marble statuette of two doves touching beaks, his gift to the wedding he was watching but not invited to. With the package on formal and stylized paper was written on the outside 'To Highest Ranked Official of New Manhattan' in the letter itself was,

'To whom this letter regards,

Though not invited, take this package, it is to be given to the Director, and the DIrector ONLY. Stepping aside formalities, despite my lack of warm treatings to New Manhattan, I wish to invite the leader to my hotel for one day to one week pending their decision, I wish to talk formally about my desires to annex New Manhattan as an Arcadia subdistrict, this will observe New Manhattan as an individual settlement without directly melding it into Arcadia the city. Furthermore, I expect a formal acceptance or decline of my invitation, failure to send a reply back will further negate my political standing towards New Manhattan, let us settle as men, or as man and woman, our differences. As a sign of good faith, I have also sent along with this letter a soldier of Arcadia to protect Director Williams during his wedding. He is highly skilled in the art of dagger throwing and silenced weaponry, perfect for large crowds, I understand you will have a ghoul sniper, but I think having any extra help will negate the possibilities of assasination.

Cordially,

Justin Mieux

Post Script, I apologize for not directing this letter to the person by name, however, I am unfamiliar with your settlements power structure.'

Pushing it down his hidden slot, he watched as the soldier obediently ran the package out of the city and into Old NYC for two blocks before entering into New Manhattan. He was hoping this would establish some sort of beginning grounds to good political relations. Now, all he had to do was meet with the Colonel and his business would be concluded for the night.

[D LOpez]

Director William Snowe

"Ah yes...I almost forgot about my supreme commander," William said, looking his soon to be wife who was as giddy as one could be. The Director smiled at the sight of Sonia pleadingly looking at Alex for some "pointers" as she called it.

Then Lyn spoke up after the Don consoled William about the whole idea of wild animals running about in New Manhattan. "Yeah, my mirelurks could be very helpful. Besides, they aren't wild at all with me around." William thought for a moment. Do I really want a mirelurk king acting as my bodyguard? No but preferably, I don't want any bodyguards at my wedding. Well beggars can't be choosers.

"Fine, I'll allow your mirelurks to be guards. But if they go berserk, my men will vaporize them in a second. But if nothing goes wrong, I'll be completely fine with it." William warned with a serious yet light undertone to his voice.

Then during the wedding planning session the group had going on, a Securitron with the face of a courier presented a letter to William. He sighed. "Probably from Arcadia. Don, Alex, Sonia, you all ought to listen to this letter since we're beginning to form some sort of council here."

William took a deep breath and read the letter.

"To whom this letter regards,

Though not invited, take this package, it is to be given to the Director, and the Director ONLY. Stepping aside formalities, despite my lack of warm treatings to New Manhattan, I wish to invite the leader to my hotel for one day to one week pending their decision, I wish to talk formally about my desires to annex New Manhattan as an Arcadia sub district, this will observe New Manhattan as an individual settlement without directly melding it into Arcadia the city. Furthermore, I expect a formal acceptance or decline of my invitation, failure to send a reply back will further negate my political standing towards New Manhattan, let us settle as men, or as man and woman, our differences. As a sign of good faith, I have also sent along with this letter a soldier of Arcadia to protect Director Williams during his wedding. He is highly skilled in the art of dagger throwing and silenced weaponry, perfect for large crowds, I understand you will have a ghoul sniper, but I think having any extra help will negate the possibilities of assassination.

Cordially,

Justin Mieux

Post Script, I apologize for not directing this letter to the person by name, however, I am unfamiliar with your settlements power structure."

William stayed silent for a bit before speaking again to the Securitron courier. "Where's the soldier?"
"He has been detained for the time being until you are ready to give an answer under the command of New Manhattan Mafia foreign affairs manager Thomas Setek."

William nodded and turned to the small band of people now seemingly making a council. "So what do you think?"

[Steve Bates]

Adams sat on his bed, skimming over the letter Mieux sent. Head in the clouds? He sighed, taking another sip of water. You disappoint me, Mr. Mieux; is there something wrong with having a dream, a vision, for a better world? I think not.

Apart from the mild hiccup, the Colonel was impressed with the letter. He placed the parchment on his desk and began to unbutton his trench coat. There was no way Adams was going to be unprepared for this meeting; he needed an early night.

Adams slid under the cosy red satin sheets and closed his eyes, smiling as he thought about the verbal battle between Sutler and Mieux. Wish I could have seen that. His smirk was quickly destroyed, however.

The phone rang painfully in Adams ears as he groaned. Rolling over, he picked up the handset, fumbling it about in his hands.

“This is Colonel Ad-“ he was cut off.

"Come to the penthouse, we have much to discuss."

Adams exhaled extensively. “Of course, Mr. Mieux.” But the hotelier had already gone. He means business.

Rolling out of his bed, the Colonel threw over his trench coat and picked up his key card. Taking one last long gulp of his drink, he set off from Mieux’s Suite. He walked groggily through the corridors, rubbing his slightly bloodshot eyes, before reaching the elevator.

A sweet, serene classical tune hovered gracefully in the elevator, providing no help to keep Adams awake. He wanted to fall down unconscious right there. No! Pull yourself together, Adams. It’s time for business; what I do today could shape the nation’s future, so wake up! He slapped his cheeks gently as the elevator door opened.

Standing before Adams were two giant decorated doors. He straightened his posture and uniform, and tidied his ever-receding hair, before sliding the key card through the slit. The doors opened.

Adams, now alert, whistled at the sight of Mieux’s suite, or rather, his palace. Makes my room like a [censored] detainment cell! He smiled as he strode towards Mr. Mieux, who was sitting patiently on the other side of the desk, cigars on offer.

The Colonel picked up a cigar and inspected it, before lighting. “Much appreciated,” he said, and then sat. “You have my ear, Mr. Mieux. Say what you must.”

[Johnny]

Don Frank Vercelotti

After several minutes of the four pvssyring over the upcoming wedding, and Frank being on the phone, a Securitron entered the office. Frank was enraged at the sight. Just who the [censored] let the tin can in!? Frank growled inside. This is supposed to be a private office. Im supposed to get notice of these things! But then he realized that such thoughts were futile, as so much had happened in this day, it was nothing compared to the rest.

As Frank was still boiling, the Securitron presented a letter to William. "Probably from Arcadia. Don, Alex, Sonia, you all ought to listen to this letter since we're beginning to form some sort of council here."

The Dons ears perked up at the mention of Arcadia. A supposed metropolis, far above the grit and grime of New Manhattan. Frank had attempted entrance once in his younger days. Finally, something positive. he thought, calming slightly.

William began to read the letter.

"To whom this letter regards,

Though not invited, take this package, it is to be given to the Director, and the Director ONLY. Stepping aside formalities, despite my lack of warm treatings to New Manhattan, I wish to invite the leader to my hotel for one day to one week pending their decision, I wish to talk formally about my desires to annex New Manhattan as an Arcadia sub district, this will observe New Manhattan as an individual settlement without directly melding it into Arcadia the city. Furthermore, I expect a formal acceptance or decline of my invitation, failure to send a reply back will further negate my political standing towards New Manhattan, let us settle as men, or as man and woman, our differences. As a sign of good faith, I have also sent along with this letter a soldier of Arcadia to protect Director Williams during his wedding. He is highly skilled in the art of dagger throwing and silenced weaponry, perfect for large crowds, I understand you will have a ghoul sniper, but I think having any extra help will negate the possibilities of assassination.

Cordially,

Justin Mieux

Post Script, I apologize for not directing this letter to the person by name, however, I am unfamiliar with your settlements power structure."

Frank stood and contemplated the contents of the letter for a moment, pulling out and lighting another cigar. This would take things to a whole new level. Frank mused. Heck, would I even be allowed in there? I thought the place is for perfect people. Not criminals like the Mafia.

The Don took a long drag of his cigar and stepped outside his office, holding the door open. "Fellas, it's getting kinda stuffy in here. We got a lobby on this floor, more chairs, and more space." Frank informed, walking towards the lobby around the corner.

He entered a large lavish room, each wall lined with leather couches, sleek glass center tables with pre-war magazines and books, and decorated with a sharp retro-modern look to it with dark wall hangings, and black-and-white pictures of an pre-war New York City.

"Have a seat and make yourselves comfy while we process the implications of this letter. First off, who goes?" Frank asked.

[Darrell Fawcett]

Mieuxs eyes looked a little a little worn, he was obviously no more awake than the Colonel, but he still had the ability to seem aware. He flickered a silver lighting, slipping a finger over the initial of his last name, his real last name, only a small, undistinguishable dot of the letter could be seen as he held it under the colonel, lighting the cigar for him. He himself wasn't smoking, never did care for it. "Adams, you've seen what I can offer here. You've seen what I am doing here, with do time, I can only bring progress unto this city. My question is, what would it take to convince you to become MY right hand? Money? Power? Wealth? All of the three? I can give you all of this, though absolute power would come with time. I am not asking you to do anything that BETRAYS the Enclave, but, surely by know, you have seen Sutler and I have differents means to the same end, but, the man is as cold as snakes blood. He wants to bring back 'Pre-War Humanity' but I know The Enclave, they wants humanity, but they have a 'second class citizen' attitude towards outsiders, and even then, I am being generous with my description of their views on outsiders. But not you, I can see it in you, you follow orders, but your heart speaks to you doesn't it? It makes you question the morality of your choices and orders. Work for me, and the reward and safety will be immense, choose to turn down my offer, I will not bear a grudge, and you'd be free to go." He paused a moment, "Thwart me, and there will be no safehaven for you. If it makes any difference, you'd be helping America either way."

He stood up from his desk, looked out of the window, the room filled with silence as he looked down at the street below, both unsure who should say anything first "Colonel Adams, this is not a decision to make lightly, take your leave for the night, come back at 9:30, our meeting is no longer needed, Sutler signed the papers to our treaty. Instead, come back and we'll discuss what you've decided, if anything. But, as my own attempt to appeal to you, I assure you, your ego and your military tactical prowess would not be underappreciated here, nor would you yourself be underappreciated, as President Sutler seems to. But, thats enough of me trying to warm you up, you and your men are free to go where you wish, but only you are allowed in here, I don't care if you've decided to work for me right now, take the night to relax Colonel. Think it over." Mr. Mieux, with a slow extension and roll of his hand said, You're dismissed now Mr. Sutler. I want you to relax, despite the burden of the choice I've offered you. If you want, I'll send for 200 chips on the house to be given to you and you can visit the casino down the road, or, if you just want to sleep? Your free to enjoy the bed, it's very plush, I should know, I slept in it on my 29th birthday a year before the war." He gave a small chuckle, a rare thing.

[jessica breen]

Lyn Grave

"Fine, I'll allow your mirelurks to be guards. But if they go berserk, my men will vaporize them in a second. But if nothing goes wrong, I'll be completely fine with it." William warned with a serious yet light undertone to his voice.

"We won't let you down." Lyn stated cheerfully.

The Don took a long drag of his cigar and stepped outside his office, holding the door open. "Fellas, it's getting kinda stuffy in here. We got a lobby on this floor, more chairs, and more space." Frank informed, walking towards the lobby around the corner.

Lyn followed the Don to the lobby, and picked out a nice looking chair and sat down. Her wolves remained on the floor, so as not to mess up the furniture with their paws. She then began talking to herself, but loud enough for everyone to hear. "Regular mirelurks can't fit into clothes since their claws wouldn't fit through the sleeves. Mirelurk kings have webbed finger-claws, so they will fit into human clothes just fine. There are two kings, so I would need two full suits, and two matching fedoras. A few regular mirelurks can be in the background, like Frank suggested." Then she added more quietly. "I wonder if the mirelurks could be taught to use human weapons? A few modifications, and the kings could slip a power fist or punch gun on, and if you removed the trigger guard on a gun, they could probably use a gun...Adding that to their sonic pulse attacks would greatly increase their combat effectiveness...With a bit more extensive modification, you could probably strap a punch gun to a regular mirelurk's claw...Regular mirelurks could also easily use thermic lances...Oh the possibilities..."

OOC: Just to clarify, punch guns are weapons in Fallout Tactics that are much similar to the ballistic fist in New Vegas. Only in Tactics, they actually used ammo :fallout:

[xx_Jess_xx]

OOC: Come on everyone, wake up and post..

[Nuno Castro]

OOC: Come on everyone, wake up and post..

Because sometimes a "bump" isn't enough, sometimes you just gotta tell everyone to wake the [censored] up. :tongue:

[Ian White]

Because sometimes a "bump" isn't enough, sometimes you just gotta tell everyone to wake the [censored] up. :tongue:

OOC:

Exactly.

I understand that it's the holiday season and all, but still, it's been like 50 hours!

[Yvonne Gruening]

OOC: Sorry, will post soon. It's just I have this thing. What's it called? Oh, a life.

Just kidding. But Christmas was kinda hectic and the [censored]s at my workplace made me work today (and tomorrow), so...

[Chelsea Head]

Adams took a long, blissful drag of his cigar, easily the best he’d ever had the pleasure to smoke. Despite the difficulty of the question thrown at him, the Colonel knew his answer straight away. Though, he threw the possibilities around in his head, anyway.

Wealth, power… all so tempting, but how much can this Mieux help America? I have little doubt it’d shorten my path to glory, but personal prestige is not all I desire. Everything I’ve lived for, everything I’ve done… it’d be for nothing if I side with this man. The Enclave would never accept me, and God dammit they need me more than they know. Mieux says I wouldn’t be betraying them, but siding with him means leaving the President; Sutler wouldn’t take that – he’d hunt me down. Then Mieux’s army will kill him in return – the Enclave, and America with it, would wither and die. No, that will not happen. I know what must be done.

Adams sighed, before taking Mieux’s extended hand, grasping it tight. “I believe I’ve made my decision. We will discuss this matter at length tomorrow, as you asked. I bid you good day, Mr. Mieux,” he said with a smile, and then walked towards the door. Adams turned back; remembering one final request. “Oh, and could you please send a maid to my room with a box of those cigars there?” he asked, nodding towards the box. “Thank you.”

The Colonel exhaled lengthily as he fell on his bed. It’d been a long day, but, generally, a brilliant one. He’d experienced luxury at its finest, and it felt like a dream. Soon, another dream will be made true…

Waiting for the maid to arrive with his cigars, Adams sat on a chair with his hands in his head, contemplating as to whether to radio the President about the offer. He had to resist, but in his heart, knew the two had to strengthen their bonds and trust each other. Adams spoke into the radio.

“Mr. President, do you receive me? Over.”

[Natasha Biss]

“Mr. President, do you receive me? Over.”

Sutler looked down and pulled the radio from his belt.

"Yes Colonel, you have something to report, maybe when you're going to resume active service? Over."