[El Goose]

Lyn Grave

Lyn burst into laughter as soon as Mieux finished. "I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry, but that is just fricken hilarious...People have been screwing that up since Pre-war times." Lyn took a minute to compose herself before continuing. "The name is Lyn Grave. Not Graves. Anyway, everyone minus William and his troops are holed up in the bunker. As far as I know, no civilians got hurt."

[Trista Jim]

Mieux flushed in nervous embarrasment, "Thats embarassing, anyway, I'm glad to know people supporting our side have not been hurt so far as we know." he straightened his tie and looked about, hearing what others had to say, suddenly gettug up, Mieux, in an unconcerned matter went over to an executive golf mat and putted the ball slightly at the hole, as if he hadn't a care in the world.

[Ryan Lutz]

Lyn Grave

"Hey, don't be embarrassed, tons of people have done it, and I'm sure tons more will." Lyn followed Mieux to his golf mat. "So, you know my name, but I don't know yours." Lyn then thought for a second. "And, by any chance, do you have any guns around here? Silly me, war breaks out and I leave my rifles in Bridgeport."

[Siidney]

Mieux wasn't hurt by this, in fact, it amused him greatly, "I am Justin Mieux, Founder of Arcadia, Owner of Mieux Tower, and this penthouse has been my home for the last 200 years." In that old world charm of his, he gave a polite kiss of her hand. "A rifle? Hmmm, well, I suppose the armory of the guard post may have a typical assault rifle, or if bolt action is your thing, there may be some old rifles, theres a myriad of scaveneged equipment, but, when you go downstairs, mind your manners, the other rich people who live here are very self entitlted, hurt their ego, and you'll be swarming the wasp on you. In any case, tell the guard at the glass encased guard desk, he'll hand you something." He said, making a hole in one on the mat.

[Ross Thomas]

Sutler was making his way back to Miuex's Penthouse Suite, his treasured Gauss Pistol and Ripper were back in his possetion. In tow was Omicron Squad, led by the young Lieutenant Gerrhart. Sutler led the procestion into Miuex's Penthouse, the women was still there.

"Got the men here Miuex, in case there's trouble," he looked at Lyn. "Whom is this?" Sutler barked,

[Jordyn Youngman]

Lyn Grave

"Hm?" she hummed out as the man asked who she was. "I'm suprised you don't remember me. I'm Lyn Grave, the one you talked to a long time ago inside the gate of New Manhattan. I was the one who had two wolves following me. Although, I am dressed much better than when you met me." Lyn gave a small bow to the man. "If memory serves, you are in the Enclave, correct?"

[Krystal Wilson]

Mieux gave a slight smirk, " Ah, President Sutler, good to see you again, this is lovely lady is Lyn Grave, a friend of Mr. Scalatti. Where is the Colonel? Havent seen him about lately?" He asked, the sudden realization making him curious. He then turned back to Lyn, not quite sure why, but he was intriuged by her, "As you were saying?"

[Euan]

Lyn Grave

Lyn turned back to Mieux. "The gun will be much appreciated, Mr. Mieux. I'm a natural sniper, so when battle breaks out again, I will probably take a high post."

[Danny Warner]

"I'm suprised you don't remember me. I'm Lyn Grave, the one you talked to a long time ago inside the gate of New Manhattan. I was the one who had two wolves following me. Although, I am dressed much better than when you met me." Lyn gave a small bow to the man. "If memory serves, you are in the Enclave, correct?"

Sutler appreciated the bow, even if he was incapable of expressing it.

"That is correct, I am the President infact, here on business with Miuex, whom I and my troopers here are protecting." Sutler turned to Miuex. "The Colonel has been known to suffer headaches of the migrain variety, whilst his will is strong and shouldn't be enough to keep him from his duty, even he must concide defeat as he will be incredible pain, maybe even unconcious from the explosions and such, he will be alright eventually though."

[GRAEME]

Lyn Grave

"By your leave then, Mr Mieux, I'm going to go arm myself." She gave Justin a small bow before making her way to the elevator. She took it down to the guard post, and approached the glass desk.

"My name is Lyn Grave, and Mr Mieux has informed me that I can get a gun from here."

"Ah, right away Miss Grave, what were you thinking of?"

"Anti-Material Rifle?"

"I'm sorry, but we don't have any guns of that calibre."

"How about a Marksman Carbine, and all the 5.56 mm rounds I can carry. While I'm at it, a few 9 mm rounds would be nice too."

"Right away Miss Grave." He said as he disappeared into a back room. He came back out holding a pristine looking Marksman Carbine, and a satchel filled to the brim with rounds and spare clips. With a small thanks, Lyn threw the satchel and carbine over her shoulder, and headed back up to the penthouse.

[Ann Church]

OOC: Can somebody fill me in? So many posts are overwhelming when I'm tired.

[Causon-Chambers]

OOC: Long story short, Mieux and Snowe are in a Mexican Standoff verbally, since he basically said he'll make terms with New Manhattan, but only if Snowe gives him majority control of New Manhattan by being annexed as an outer suburb of Arcadia, then GP shall leave New York City proper. (see post #164 for details) I called a ceasefire, giving you time to make a decision and bothsides of troops in Arcadia are tensely watching each other, waiting for the first sound of gunfire.

[Campbell]

Director William Snowe

"You do realize I'd rather see New York destroyed than let you win. Now that my blast doors are sealed. No one is getting in. That said, I have no desire to let your generators blow me up. But, I have my own luck Mr. Snowe, I have built my work for TWO-HUNDRED-YEARS. And I WILL not let you thwart my work, you have no army, no power, face it, you're out of luck, as I have no more plans to launch offensives, and by the time your squads reach to towers exterior blast doors, they will die, by frag mine or by Sentry Bot fire. However, if you accept my annexation of New Manhattan as an outer suburb of Arcadia, I will extend power to your city long enough to rebuild your generators, and a relief effort. Snowe, we're both grinding our hot, dry, gears against flint, it's only a matter of time before we both spark into flames, and kill all our citizens. Look at it this way, you giving up majority control, you'll be hailed a hero of your city, be a fool, and you will die a fool, meanwhile, we in the tower can evacuate this tower unharmed. Save your city or don't, I don't care Snowe."

William laughed. "Hailed as a dead man." With that, he cut off all connections with Arcadia. William, wearing his light weight power armor, grabbed his Gauss Rifle and rallied the soldiers behind him. "This is where we make our stand people! This is where we stand and fight! We will push our enemies back or DIE TRYING!"

The clock, indicating generator failure ticked down to 44 hours. It was now or never. William took aim and fired at the incoming Arcadia soldiers as the SAM sites were trained on any moving object in the air. Rocket artillery was out of the question, it would blow up New Manhattan with it.

Captain Nikov

Nikov's squad proceeded down the shadowy alleyways and proceeded to the soldier with the missile launcher. That AT-4 missile launcher may serve a purpose now that their heavy weapons guy was dead.

It was a quick and painless death as they grabbed the AT-4 and aimed it at Justin's tower. Nikov looked through his binoculars and smiled. "Don't shoot. Readjust the scope to Arcadia. Let's help the boys out. Fire!"

In a second, the massive rocket impacted a random building, setting it and the entire block on fire. Nikov's squad all cheered before they again disappeared into the shadows, waiting for a final assault onto Justin's tower.

First Legion

"Go go go!" The first Legion, the original legion of elites all stormed into Arcadia, backed up by V-L 1-3 very high up in the sky and the regular foot soldiers. As they went in, the first wave of regular foot soldiers were somewhat easily cut down. But things started to heat up when Alex shot one of the elites, blowing his head clean off.

"7 o'clock, go!" Immediately as if they were robots, a part of the squad laid down a rain of bullets before advancing onto Arcadia, some dying, some living. The regular Arcadia soldiers were easily taken care of but as they came closer, the Sentry Bots were like walking tanks. And without the Lamina unit or the Securitron Legion, they were pinned down. Just across the street was Justin's tower and standing in the way were big chunks of shooting metal.

[-__^]

Don Frank Vercelotti

Fuming with rage, the Don broke into a sprint towards the old Mafia building. If anyone's alive in there, they're coming with me. he decided.

Upon entering the city he blazed past most of the looters and displaced citizens, there weren't many of them. Hmm, it's not nearly as chaotic as I thought it would be. Frank noticed. All the lights of the city were out, but several streets and buildings were on fire, providing more than enough light to see his way to the Mafia HQ. To his surprise, only a few old unstable buildings had crumbled but the majority of the still stood. They were burned, but still there.

Hmm, these guys aren't that tough. the Don snickered, lowering his pace as he approached the building. The outside walls were blackened, but the building itself was intact, only a few broken windows. The front doors were heavily barred however, to protect it from looters.

GP must've radioed one of my men beforehand. Frank deduced, as he came to a stand still infront of the gate, not even breathing heavily. Im loving this new heart. he smiled to himself, as he knocked on the door.

"Get back or will blow your [censored] brains out!" said a scared but loud voice from behind the door.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" the Don barked back.

"Christ; it's the Don!" the voice yelled in excitement, and the mechanic bars infront of the door slid out of the way. The doors thrust open and standing behind it was Franks old friend Marty.

"You're still alive you meatbag?" Frank joked.

"Sure, we all are, except a few dumb-ass associates that were taking a smoke outside when it happened." he replied before kissing the Dons ring. "It's glad to have you back."

"It's good to be back." Frank replied, although he didn't exactly mean it. He would much rather be dead than in this mess. With each passing minute, he could understand more and more why the old Don killed himself; to avoid all this.

"We're all holed up in the basemant till its over. We have radio contact with the outside though." Marty informed, leading the Don downstairs after he shut the doors and re-initiated the lock system. "How does the place look from the outside?" Marty asked.

"Not bad, a few scraqes and dents, but nothing that can't be fixed." the Don answered, entering the large basemant to greet his men. Upon arrival the entire room broke into thunderous applause and cheers.

"Vercelotti Forever! Mafiosi for life!" some men chanted, while others simply threw their fedoras in the air.

"Thank you! Thank you all!" Frank said to his men, waving at each one. Suddenly out of the crowd, a womans figure emerged and hugged the Don tightly. "Amelia!" he exclaimed.

"Im so glad you're alright!" she said, winking at him.

The Don put on his signature smug grin. "I came back for you, babe." he winked back.

An ocean of tension had just been taken off of Franks shoulders. His grief was replaced by joy as he socialized with his men, filled them in on his new abilities, and listened to their perspective of the current situation.

"You see boss, we've been screwed over big time. Our businesses were great before the wars started. All this is bad for business." one man said.

"Yeah, we need peace in order to survive. We can't make any money otherwise. If it's a war we're fighting; we're no longer a crime organization; but a terrorist organization." another explained.

"Boss, find a way to end this, it's the only way we can go on." a third man said.

"You're right. You're all right." the Don said. "We need peace in order to thrive, and in order to fulfill our goals. I will try and talk peace with one of the faction leaders." he vowed. Up until this point the Don was fueled with rage, and his goal was revenge. Now that he saw that there was nothing to avenge, he had calmed down, and decided to take the pacifist route. It's not about power, it's about business. We need to achieve peace by any means necessary; if it means GP takes over, Mieux takes over, or the Federation takes over, is irrelevant.

OOC: Im sorry for these long posts guys, but as I've been out a while, I need to start carving Franks disposition from scratch, given the current circumstances. If you guys haven't read the whole post, it's okay; but read the last paragraph. That's were I explain exactly what he wants to do right now.

[Madison Poo]

New Manhattan was in flames, in the midst of the fire and now the looting and anarchy, a Sentryboy rumbled towards the Dons location. It had stopped before him and spoke in it's deep, militaristic orderly voice. "Mr. Frank, I am a sentrybot of Mr. Mieux, he understands you are seeking peace in New York, please, head to Mieux Tower, take this keycard and hurry, time is of the essence. Bring whatever survivors you have, no more than twenty are permitted."

The Sentrybot was given orders not to engage, just run. The group of people had barely reached the blastdoors, when the Sentrybot opened the doors, he just as quickly sealed them as the last refugee entered. The hotel, though still lavish, was a little dimly lit, a method of power management Mieux ordered, the tower was relatively quiet, the wealthy residents nervously talking, trying to press the war out of their minds. "Mr. Frank, Mieux is awaiting you, please enter the elevator up that balcony there, anyone that is not 'essential personel' must wait down here in the lobby." The maitre'd said, pointing to the elevator with the engraved silver M on it.

Mieux, in a last ditch effort for a peace attempt, diverged some of Arcadias 'expendable' power to New Manhattan, some of the lights in the city of New Manhattan started twinkling. Mieux soft voice erupted over speakers in Arcadia, and now in New Manhattan, "Citizens, This is my attempt at peace, I, Justin Mieux, have much to offer, What has Gauss Project done? Nothing, they launched all the attacks on my city, and I responded accordingly. You see this power in your streets Manhattan? I have just given it to you, to stabalise your cities generators, which Snowe would rather let you all die in a hideous explosion than surrender order and power of government to me. I tell you know, stand, fight for your lives, Gauss Project is not your friend, only I can be your true friend, Arcadia, with the expansion of New Manhattan as our land, will rebuild this city, feed the hungry, wet the mouths of the thirsty, and what has Snowe done? Instead of humbly turning over control of his city to me, he goes and commits suicide, yet I have decided to save all of you, a sign of my courtesy and willing for peace. THROW Gauss Project out of New Manhattan, let me show you the way to the stars my friends." Mieux smiled, in one single swoop, with that move, he had just crumbled any and all support from the public Snowe had. Whether Snowes military would remain so loyal to him was to be seen. He then broadcast again, "And you Snowe, look at what you have done, you have brought this city into turmoil, even know, I have stabalised the generators of New Manhattan, gained their support, and have effectively saved them, and what have you done? You went to war with me because you are to arrogant to surrender your position of power. DO YOU HEAR THAT SOLDIERS OF GAUSS PROJECT? You are merely fighting so HE may keep control."

Mieux was now sitting down, hoping that Snowes loss of civilian support would make him reconsider his behavior. He almost jumped through the roof after being caught off guard as the elevators clanged open, the man named 'Don Frank Vincetti' he had heard much about. "I'm glad your hear Don, perhaps you can help us either talk sense into Snowe, or if all else fails, kill him. We NEED order in this city, that warhawk is ruining EVERYTHING I have built." He said, shaking the dons hand in urgency.

OOC: Sorry if I mistyped his last name. :laugh:

[Mélida Brunet]

Don Frank Vercelotti

Frank ordered several of his most skilled men to come with him and find William Snowe. "If we find the Director, we'll be closer to sorting this mess out." the Don told them, as they left the building. Stepping outside the front door several of the sharply dressed men lit cigarettes, including Frank.

No more than a few minutes of walking passed when a robot clanked up to the group. "Mr. Frank, I am a sentrybot of Mr. Mieux, he understands you are seeking peace in New York, please, head to Mieux Tower, take this keycard and hurry, time is of the essence. Bring whatever survivors you have, no more than twenty are permitted." it said to them.

Frank casually took a puff of his cigarette. "Lead the way, tin can." he replied to the robot. "All of you, stay close." he ordered his men who were busy pushing away looters. All of them began running alongside the Don who was following the robot. They barely made it into the gates of Arcadia before the robot shut them.

"Phew!" his men panted, catching their breaths. The Don kept his composure, and merely adjusted his suit as he entered the fancy looking, albeit dimly lit hotel.

Not bad. Frank thought to himself, appreciating the classy furniture and architecture.

"Mr. Frank, Mieux is awaiting you, please enter the elevator up that balcony there, anyone that is not 'essential personel' must wait down here in the lobby." said a hotelier, motioning towards an elevator, emblazoned with a large 'M'.

"Sure thing." the Don snorted. "All of you are coming" he told his men. They were no more than ten in total, the elevator would surely accommodate them.

The elevator trip was a short one, but Franks men took turns sharing their opinions on the place.

"Not too shabby, if ya ask me!" one said.

"Meh, the HQ is better." another shrugged.

Frank simply grinned as he listened to his men.

Finally the door slid open, and he was greeted by the man who ran this entire place. Justin Mieux. A pleasant looking man, despite his current predicament. Must only have been a few years older than the Don himself.

"I'm glad your here Don, perhaps you can help us either talk sense into Snowe, or if all else fails, kill him. We NEED order in this city, that warhawk is ruining EVERYTHING I have built." the man said, obviously rather nervous, as he shook the Dons steady hand.

"Im honored to meet you, sir" Frank smiled. "You're right about Snowe; I'll speak to him." he said. "The reason I came here; as you know, is for peace." he explained. "You're in the hotel business, and Im in the crime business; we're both business men. You should understand better than anyone that war is bad for business." he tried appealing to the man. "War is something has to end now in New Manhattan, if I have to die for it." the Don vowed. All his men standing in a semi-circle around him, gasped at the last comment. "Where can I find the Director? If I can't meet him face to face, where can I get radio contact with him?" he asked.

[Khamaji Taylor]

OOC: He doesnt look old. He was roughly 35-40 when he went into cryogenic freezing (His unique condition is more or less 'reverse ghoul', IE his insides are slowly deteriorating, but his external appearance doesn't age, http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r211/perezish33/howard.jpg picture of Howard Hughes is where I took his physical inspiration from :laugh:

Mieux cocked his eyebrow and said in his normal lofty and arrogant toned voice " Snowe? Well, him being the hothead he is, if he won't contact me and make peace, I expect him to play 'hero' and try to charge Arcadia, though right now the only people who view the man a hero are those soldiers that are still loyal. I just finished crumbling his civilian support by sending enough power to turn the lights back on. If he doesnt accept that as a start to peace talks, a man like him is predictable, he'll likely charge through the hole they've already blasted into the side of my city. Luckily my hotel won't be so easy to barrage. He'll undoubtedly come in with a bunch of power armored troops, he's the kind of man who throws everything at something until he's depleted it. I'm surprised the man hasn't gotten it in his head yet that I don't want anymore more violence on my damn streets." Mieux turned his head and looked at the intricate network of monitors. "Ah, and right on schedule, our bullheaded adversary comes tredging through the hole." He was no longer nervous, just angry, he's been making so many gestures of peace, and Snowe merely spat on them. "If he refuses to surrender, then those generators will blow, I can't support my city AND his for no more than three days without dropping one city, and it CERTIANTLY won't be Arcadia," he said, a sort of arrogant scoff at the end of that sentence, "In any case, if he won't make attempts at talks, then we'll all evacuate the tower, you needn't worry how my good man." Mieux said, looking down at his city, small fires billowing near where Snowe blew a hole in the wall.

[m Gardner]

OOC: Alright. I'll change it. It's just that the image in my mind was of an old man like Tenpenny.

[Cedric Pearson]

OOC: Yeah,I suppose my post in the OOC thread describing his appearance is to far back in the thread or something :laugh:

[Eileen Collinson]

Don Frank Vercelotti

"Despite the current state of affairs, I respect the Director." the Don said to Mr. Mieux. "He saved my life once, and loyalty is one of the pillars of our way of life." he continued, his men nodding. "I implore you not to take any drastic measures against him. He'll come around; I'll talk to him." Frank repeated, worried that Mr. Mieux might want the Directors life rather than his friendship. "You seem like a reasonable man, as long as the businesses of the family remain; you have my support." the Don said.

In essence, the Don was nothing more than the owner of a very large business. One that was organized and employed a majority of the citizens of the city. The Mafias number was in the hundreds, and their net worth; in the hundreds of thousands. Their talents; priceless. Support of the Don was essential to anyone who wished a role as leader of New Manhattan, and he knew it. His friendship was the biggest asset he had right now, as was willing to use it, in order to maintain peace.

[Shelby Huffman]

Mieux knew just how to deal with the Don, as he dealt with mobsters back in his day. "Normally, I'd say you're right, but loyalty doesn't count for much when you're willing to throw away the lives of everyone living under your thumb and those around you. I don't want the man DEAD, just out of power. If I have New Manhattan under my control, it'll be Lessez-Faire, so long as I remain in control and my expanded business interests are not hurt, your family is free to operate as you see fit, so long as it does not hinder the progress of New Manhattan if it comes under my hand. Frank, like I said, your loyalty is respected, but I don't want him dead, just talk him out of throwing these mens lives away. Just tell him to throw down his weapons and leave New York, and I'll let him and all those who support him go unmolested. You have my word on that. Take this down to him will you?" Mieux said, handing a sealed letter bearing the symbol of Mieux's, a silver M. As he listened to the done give his opinions and departing words, Mieux watched the Don and his men walking to the elevator, he hoped Snowe could be rationalized with.

In the envelope was a treaty and unconditional terms of surrender for Snowe.

To Director Director Snowe or Highest ranking field commander:

By order of Justin Mieux, Autocratic ruler of Arcadia, Gauss Project is to immediately disband from New Manhattan and is to evacuate all military presence in New York City. Any refugee or caravan or civilian wishing to leave with Director William Snowe is free to do so without interference.

Terms of surrender as follows-

A. Anyone serving under Gauss Project military strength is to leave New Manhattan and is not permitted to live in New York City without filing the proper paperwork through the soon to be installed governing offices in New Manhattan, all papers can and will be placed before Mr. Mieux. All names are to be judged fairly and not to be discriminated against.

B. Supply lines with any future establishment of William Snowe or any heir are permitted per Mr. Mieux and Mr. Snowe's mutual agreement.

C. Non-weapon technology is permitted to be taken with Gauss Project, all heavy weaponry hardware is to be surrendered. This includes but is not limited to No more than 20 robots, 2 Gatling Lasers, 1 Fatman, 1 Vertibird, 2 Missile Launchers, 20 suits of power armor are permitted to be taken with Director Snowe, all missile guidance software, satellite communications devices are to be handed over. Gauss Rifles and anything of lesser power output is not included.

D. Director Snowe cannot and will not be tried as a war criminal for any of his attack on Arcadia. Any general doing his duty is permitted to this amnesty. Note this does not extend to anyone accused of [censored], civilian murder, or any other offence to a civilian.

E. Full irrigation supplies and medical equipment will be permitted to trade to Gauss Projects new settlement to tend to their survival needs.

F. Lastly, Gauss Project is to immediately disband power in New Manhattan and New York City proper. Failure to comply to this order of evacuation will be deemed an act of hostility.

Cordially yours in business and peace,
Justin Mieux

OOC: That censored word is the the other word for 'r'ing someone.

[Elena Alina]

Don Frank Vercelotti

The Don listened intently to Mr. Mieuxs response.

"Well, Im glad we're on the same page." Frank said, taking the letter. "I'll see what I can do." he promised, leaving the building with his men.

They made their ways to the battlefield, and approached the Gauss Project side without too much trouble. Both sides saw them as a friend, and thus did not fire upon the troupe of suited gangsters.

"Where's the Director?" the Don asked one crouched man, as bullets whizzed passed his head. The man simply pointed to the direction of a rifle toting William Snowe. The Don trotted over to him. "Director, we need to talk." Frank said, flashing the letter in his hand. "Do you guys have a tent set up nearby?"

[Captian Caveman]

Director William Snowe

As William was focusing on defending New Manhattan while the First Legion attacked Justin's tower, the Don came up to him, dodging bullets whizzing over their heads. "Director, we need to talk."

He flashed a letter and instantly, William knew that it was about Mieux. "Do you guys have a tent set up nearby?" William nodded and took him to Outpost Zulu, the only outpost inside the New Manhattan walls. The clock ticked down to 43 hours until Generator overload. He took off his power helmet and gestured for him the letter. "What's going on?"

[Austin England]

Don Frank Vercelotti

The Dons expression was grim as he began to read the letter out to the Director.

To Director Director Snowe or Highest ranking field commander:

By order of Justin Mieux, Autocratic ruler of Arcadia, Gauss Project is to immediately disband from New Manhattan and is to evacuate all military presence in New York City. Any refugee or caravan or civilian wishing to leave with Director William Snowe is free to do so without interference.

Terms of surrender as follows-

A. Anyone serving under Gauss Project military strength is to leave New Manhattan and is not permitted to live in New York City without filing the proper paperwork through the soon to be installed governing offices in New Manhattan, all papers can and will be placed before Mr. Mieux. All names are to be judged fairly and not to be discriminated against.

B. Supply lines with any future establishment of William Snowe or any heir are permitted per Mr. Mieux and Mr. Snowe's mutual agreement.

C. Non-weapon technology is permitted to be taken with Gauss Project, all heavy weaponry hardware is to be surrendered. This includes but is not limited to No more than 20 robots, 2 Gatling Lasers, 1 Fatman, 1 Vertibird, 2 Missile Launchers, 20 suits of power armor are permitted to be taken with Director Snowe, all missile guidance software, satellite communications devices are to be handed over. Gauss Rifles and anything of lesser power output is not included.

D. Director Snowe cannot and will not be tried as a war criminal for any of his attack on Arcadia. Any general doing his duty is permitted to this amnesty. Note this does not extend to anyone accused of [censored], civilian murder, or any other offence to a civilian.

E. Full irrigation supplies and medical equipment will be permitted to trade to Gauss Projects new settlement to tend to their survival needs.

F. Lastly, Gauss Project is to immediately disband power in New Manhattan and New York City proper. Failure to comply to this order of evacuation will be deemed an act of hostility.

Cordially yours in business and peace,
Justin Mieux

Frank lit and took a puff of his cigarette. "Director, this man doesn't want to kill you, but he won't mind." he informed.

"You consider this city expendable. This city is my home, and I have to do whatever it takes to defend it." he stated. "However, you're still a friend of mine. I enjoyed life in the city under your rule. Business had never been better. If you wish to bide your time and stay; I have an idea." Frank said, the gears of his mind in motion. "Surrender for now, but ask Mieux that you feel it is morally just to repay the people of New Manhattan first; during this time; pledge to rebuild the New Manhattan Hospital as a good will gesture. You're the one who blew it up in the first place." he chuckled. "But here's the catch; promise to leave once the hospital is built, but make the rebuilding process, long, and cumbersome. That should give you enough time here to get yourselves together." he explained. "What do you say? You'll get several months, one month at the least." he finished.

[+++CAZZY]

Sutler stepped out of the lift on Miuex's floor, to his surprise Miuex was already there, bidding farewell to a gaggle of wasteland dross; without paying them a seconds more notice than the deserved, Sutler strode past them, flanked by the six members of Omicron Squad.

"Just completed a sweep of the ground floor," Sutler said in his low voice. Giving a backwards glance to the now decending lift he asked, "What's been going on here Miuex? I thought there was a lockdown in effect. Who was he and why did he come here? I understand you know what you're doing but can you be sure that the Gauss Project don't have any spooks here? Would one of the first things on my list before an attack or just for general espionage."