[Mrs Pooh]

OOC: We never forbid you from attacking Lake Federation, we just demand you leave Arcadia and Bridgeport alone. As long as your men don't attack our caravans, you'd breach no contracts.

Mieux gave a slight shrug and said in his smooth voice, "Because I am capable of defending myself Mr. Sutler, besides, it's MY device, I'd be a fool not to atune my machines to be resistant to it's pulse charge." As he had turned away, he walked to his desk and filed a few papers, then coming back down to the sitting area and noting Adams' expression, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, and playing it smarmy, he simply said to Sutler and Adams, "You know, since it is now Enclave property, I can't command it's use, but if a power outage in New Manhattan coincidentally happens, I'd say their generators are to weak." The tone in his voice obviously predicting the thought on Adams' face. He descended the stairs, his shirt collar undone and his tie loose, he smiled to the two gentlemen, "Perhaps it's time for a drink and a discussion of how the Enclave wipes out it's enemies." He said slyly, handing the two a glass of scotch.

[Rob]

OOC: This trench-coat guy is for real, He is a LF ambassador.

Alexander Scalatti

Alex opened up the door to his office. He laid his suit coat on his coat rack. "What music do you like?"

The man in the trench-coat shrugged as he laid his fedora on the rack. "Anything, I don't really care."

Alex nodded as he placed a holotape into the machine. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWu1wrJpHqw

"So, I know that you're Lake Federation, so, what do you want with me?" Alex said as he lit up a cigar.

The man reached into his suit pocket. He pulled out a paper. "Sign this, now!"

Alex fell back into his chair. "Whoa there, calm down! Lemme read it first."

Dear Alexander Scalatti

Yes, its me, your old vault buddy, Fairfield. I haven't seen you in a LONG [censored] time, a long time. Well, I saved your life back in the vault, now you repay the favor.

-I want a Lake Federation embassy built in your city.
-I want a trade discount in your city, I will give your traders discounts as well.
-I want a LF camp to be built near Bridgeport.

Please, you don't have to accept this offer, but, I saved your life back there, you owe me.

Your Very Dear Friend,
Lake Federation President
John Fairfield.

Alex raised his eyebrow, "I thought he was dead, fine, tell John that I accept all parts of the agreement."

[Nick Swan]

Alexander Scalatti

The ambassador grinned. "Alright, thanks for your cooperation. Lake Federation diplomats will be arriving shortly. I expect the embassy to be built promptly."

Alex nodded. "I will put it in one of the newer buildings near Baldwin Square. Would you like it as a separate building?"

"Yes." The man put his fedora back on and left the room. The song had just ended, so Alex walked over to the recorder. He put in another holotape. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5C5twY6f-rU

"Alex, are you okay? Who was that?" Harris was knocking on the door.
"I'm fine, come in."

Harris opened the door, and ducked as he entered the office. Alex snubbed his cigar.

"That was a Lake Federation Ambassador."
Harris raised his mutant eyebrow. "We could have problems with the GP."
Alex chuckled a bit. "No, they aren't stupid. They won't risk their food supplies."
"Alright, I trust you."

Harris ducked as he left the office. Alex took some papers from his mail box and began to do paperwork.

[Benji]

"Because I am capable of defending myself Mr. Sutler, besides, it's MY device, I'd be a fool not to atune my machines to be resistant to it's pulse charge. You know, since it is now Enclave property, I can't command it's use, but if a power outage in New Manhattan coincidentally happens, I'd say their generators are to weak. Perhaps it's time for a drink and a discussion of how the Enclave wipes out it's enemies."

Sutler came close to smiling for the first time all night and came close to draining his scotch in a single gulp, he placed his glass on the table before him and smiled before saying, "Thank you Miuex, I of course wasn't suggesting or hinting that this weapon might be used against you. To answer your question, and undoubtalby what Adams is thinking. If you want us to directly engage in conflict with these Gauss people then that is something which must be discussed at extreme length by the Cabinet and unless I hear a convincing arguement otherwise I would be inclineded to say no. I simply cannot risk the manpower in such an endevour. If you are however, and I realise this is more likely the case, suggesting some sort of blackmail or use as a deterant then maybe; the Enclave is however, isolationist and loathed to pry into the sorded affairs of you outworlders. I personally feel an action such as this would threaten the Enclave as much as help it, would we not be adding ourselves to a list of enemies of the GP? Now I realise that we aren't their friends and should they find our headquarters we would be in trouble, but to do this would be to purposefully draw there attention and for what?" Sutler sighed and, for good measure, reached over and drained his scotch, he reset the glass and paused slightly before continuing, another battle of wills occuring in his mind.

"Look," he decided to say it for the arguement. "I and the Cabinet have been discussing a re-unification of all the Enclave forces across America... which consists of here and an outpost in Chicago." Sutler sighed again and looked whistfully down at his empty glass. An outpost was as fully staffed as the headquarters of the Enclave of the United States of America, what would Pop say? He cleared this throat and continued. "I will contact them upon returning to... our headquarters and their journey should take a few months as they will be bringing everything they can. This will effectively double our population as the outpost is about as equally staffed as here. I am mentioning this because it means this headquarters is all we have left, our last throw of the die. You can understand why I do not wish to take risks with even just one of my boys."

[mollypop]

OOC: I'm waiting for others to post.

[Annick Charron]

Mieux gave a shrug, "Honestly, I could start a war now, but the attack I could start is kept close to my vest as an ace in the hole. Only I know what it is, and the man who helped me achieve the plan, but he decided 1,000 caps wasn't enough to keep silent, so he met a fate that could have well been avoided." He paused and gave a look around his living room, then looked to Sutler, right now we don't need an outright war, neither of us can afford it. Also, we should be careful, New Manhattan needn't suffer, only Gauss Project, they have become very.....undesirable. Mr. Sutler, hypothetically, if we did launch war, you and your cabinet could come here, and should my last defenses fall, you will find I still have many tricks up my sleeve. The U.S. Government had the Enclave as it's contingency plan and I have many plans of my own, each making me just as elusive as a mouse to a cat." He stood and opened up a curtain, allowing the sun to draw in. "Mr. President, Colonel, I assure you, if anything happens, and you and your men play by my rules, I can keep you safe as houses. But, we need to think things through, I don't care if they die, I just want them toppled from power." after Mieux listened to Sutlers opinion, he cleared his throat and said in a delighted tone, "Well, we can discuss this in detail later, should you two and anyone else wish, I'm holding a formal ball in the ballroom, go figure, tonight. So if you like, I can have the clothing shop select a suit, tuxedo, and or mask, or if you prefer, you can just attend in your ceremonial uniforms. Oh, and if you attend, don't worry, theres a lighting balcony your power armored troops can watch from, if it will make you feel safer, er, assuming you'll be attending that is."

[chinadoll]

Sutler listened to Miuex, betraying no emotions until he had opened the curtains at which Sutler squinted, he had become un-acustomed to bright light. or that which was not blue.

"Miuex I do not want to go to war or threaten the security of my people which has for the past six year has been very secure, nobody outside the Enclave knows the location of our headquarters and all our communication is broadcast through underground cables to other military satilites and radio towers, we are very careful. You're right, neither of us could wage a total war, I suggest that this device be used as a deterant and nothing more for the time being, or until it has been discussed in greater detail. As for your ball tonight, I shall attend if we are to continue our conversation, I also want another 20 of my citizens to attend, I have been working them very hard, a lot of construction, well more renovation has been going at our headquarters and they could do with some rest, they still feel you see. I will attend to finalise anything refencing this weapon," he gesticulated in the direction of the bomb which he had placed on the table beside his glass. My men have uniforms for formal occasions and I shall have the uniforms of those already present brought here on the first Vertibird, I am in full dress and will require nothing more than a shower and my uniform pressing."

Sutler arose and redonned his cap.

"Would you kindly have me shown to a room?"

A ball, been a long-time since I've celebrated anything, 4th July, 2277; the 4th July of 2255 of course. Sutler smiled again, that he been the event where he had met Lucy.

[Emmanuel Morales]

Mieux looked at him and smiled to himself, trying to attempt to his laughing at his odd humor, "Of course there's a room," Mieux said, face still twisted in a failed hidden smile, "Follow me, Mr. Sutler" He took Sutler to the elevator and descended to the lobby.

After entering the lobby, Mieux opened up the elevator doors to the rooms on the other floors. He pressed a button and within thirty seconds, the doors opened, this floor was ornate, plush red rug on white marble tile floors, the walls a rich warm toned crimson, in front of the elevator doors ten feet ahead were engraved ivory doors with silver handles, over the door written in silver lettering on a black plaque written 'Presidential Residence' and Mieux finally let out a chuckle, "A presidential suite for the President." He said, chuckling again. He straightened his face, "Ahem, anyway, if you like, there are a few Pre-War newspapers in here, the President of the United States just before the war was fond of 'A Capitol Post from D.C. to be delivered to my room every day I am present.' He was expected to be here the week of the War, but well, the War happened, and he retreated west just prior. Oh, and this entire floor is the Presidential Suite, that key opens up the bedroom. The room to your right is a sitting room with shatter resistant windows, in the mornings the sun is very warm and inviting from it's windows. The room to your left is a bathroom, the door to the left on this side with the Elevators is a library and study, this room hasn't been cleaned since the President left, if your lucky, you might find things he left behind up here, and the door on the right of the elevators is a small pre-war movie theatre. Please, enjoy yourself Mr. President." Mieux said, he dinged the doors open on the elevator, "If you need me, I'll be downstairs, helping finish some details on the grand Gala."

As the elevator hummed with Mieux heading back to the Lobby, behind the locked doors of the Suite was a smartly decorated room, it mirrored the Presidential Bedroom of what used to be the White House just before the war, an American Flag hung over the bed, unlike the ones in the wasteland, this one was intact and no more damaged save a little dust.

[Noraima Vega]

Alexander Scalatti

KNOCK KNOCK.

Alex was suddenly awakened from his cat-nap. "Come in.." Alex said grogily.

Several Lake Federation soldiers entered the office. The man with the trench-coat walked to the front of the group. "Alright, I told ya' we'd be fast. Is the embassy ready?"

Alex grabbed a beer glass, and took a sip. "Yup, its the fenced six floor building with another three floor building behind it on Crossway Ave. The green space adjecent is also yours."

"Thanks."

The LF soldiers left the office. Alex turned off his terminal, walked over to the coat rack, put on his suit coat, adjusted his fedora, and left the office. He locked the door, and left the capital building.

The city had grown in the three hours Alex was in the office. Several buildings were now completed, and several caravans had docked in the market. Lets see what William has to say about a LF presence in my city.

[james tait]

Vertibird Legion 1, Unit 3(V-L 1-3)

"We've got Federation activity near Bridgeport...I repeat...Federation activity near Bridgeport. HQ do you copy?"

The radio crackled and one of the HQ members replied nearly instantly. "I copy. We're sending an ambassador with Securitron protection to Bridgeport right now. Keep your missiles trained on it V-L 1-3."
"Roger that, circling Bridgeport. Over and out."

Ambassador

The ambassador was sent, 8 Securitrons escorting him, 3 in front, 3 in back, and one on each flank, protecting the ambassador from every conceivable angle, not to mention the Vertibird was above, just in case they were attacked. He arrived at Bridgeport and went to Alex, who was outside of his building.

"Alex Scalatti, the Director wishes to know what you're planning on doing with this new relationship with the Federation."

[Marion Geneste]

Alexander Scalatti

Alex was furious. What do these [censored]s think the're doing? [censored] flying over MY city, what the hell? He took out a pistol from his suit coat. He pointed it at the ambassador. A small crowd of mutants and humans began to form.

"Its not you [censored] buisness dig it? Lemme ask you, what the [censored] are you doing in my city? In my airspace, and in my property? If you even make a move, I will cancel all of the [censored] food supplies into your commie hell hole!"

[Charlie Ramsden]

Ambassador

"Very well...but just know. Keep your Federation dogs at bay. We may not have a military force like we did before our food shortages but we have enough to wipe out any invaders...just remember that."

He radioed the Vertibird scout. "I'm tired of this city, let's go."

The ambassador walked away with his Securitron bodyguards, leaving Bridgeport without a word. He looked back once more and laughed. "It's doomed to fail. The Federation consumes everything it comes in contact with."

Director William Snowe

William watched the bright lights of New Manhattan. Everybody lined up for the ingredients of food, water, and spices for the next day's 3 meals. William smiled as everybody happily took the equal amount of food and went back to their apartment cells. Sonia, now awake, tapped William on the shoulder, both of them staring down from the Ivory Tower.

"Sonia you should be in bed," William said, concerned and a bit paranoid about her well being after the collapse in Arcadia.
She gave a reassuring smile and sat down on the couch right next to the New Manhattan skyline. "I'm okay...I promise. But...can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
Sonia paused as if to see whether or not she should proceed. She did. "Why are you doing this? I mean...weren't you happy with me in the bunker?"
"Alpha Omega was to reunite the country under our rule. There were hundreds of Robco bunkers before the war Sonia. Only one...ONE bunker...ours....had a Securitron army rivaling Las Vegas. But we didn't have the resources Vegas did, neither did we have anything other than the Robco satellites still in orbit. It was a groundbreaking opportunity to reunite this country...but we failed. Maybe...maybe our child won't."

Sonia nodded, just as hopeful as William. She sat next to him on the couch and they both drifted to sleep. William remembered his spies, the ones that were to kill the President of the Federation while recruiting other powers to help him. It would be the Cold War all over again.

[OJY]

Alexander Scalatti

A platoon of 50 LF soldiers marched into the city with a cheering crowd all around. The Lake Federation flag was flying proudly in front of the embassy. The platoon marched into the gated embassy and entered their barracks.

But, the surprise was saved for last.

A trumpeteer began to play the Lake Federation Anthem of "God Bless the Lake." What the? Alex wondered.

"Please welcome the President of the Lake Federation, John Fairfield!" His squad of six power armored soldiers jogged into the city, with Fairfield in the middle of the group.

Alex walked over to the group. It broke into two three man groups. Fairfield walked over to Alex and shook his hand.

"Well, I haven't seen you since the vault, its great to see you again."
Alex nodded. "Its great to see you again to. How did you get here so fast?"
"My verti-bird Lake Force 1."
"Ahh, so, well, wanna come to my place and get some coffee or something?"
"Sure."

Fairfield signeled his guard to leave for the embassy. Alex led Fairfield to his penthouse on a new building.

[louise fortin]

The Presidential Suite was magnificent and opulent, indeed Sutler had remembered from history that the President was one of the last to reach the Oil Rig, Sutler's ancestor Adam James Sutler, who had been CEO of Poseidon Energy, found his and his families way there much sooner. The room was however like Miuex had said was as dusty as all hell, tinting everything from the mohogany panelling to the chandeliers with a light grey. Sutler almost coughed, he sometimes experienced trouble breathing and this room would need a good dust down if he was too inhabit it at all, his exploration of the rooms contents would have to wait until tomorrow after Miuex's "event". Sutler pulled out his Wattz Radio and turned it on before lifting it to his ear.

"Charcoal, this is Angler. Over"

Back in the bowls of Poseidon Energy, John Wyndham, currently playing chess Leuitenant Walter Miller, span around on his chair to face the bank of reels and flashing lights before jamming his headphones.

"Roger Angler this is Charcoal, receiving you loud and clear, over."

"Recreational event at New Roadhouse, top 20 from ODR to attend, casual, ASAP, in two Stagecoaches max, bring casual for present. Over"

"Roger Angler, over and out."

[censored] jargon Wyndham cursed before tearing the printed transcript from the machine and walking over to the PA System, he wished he could have gone...

After disconnecting with Poseidon he then set about to contact Adams a few floors down.

"This is Angler, you receiving me? Over."


OOC: Chris would you kindly choose yourself a codename, a good source of examples is http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Secret_Service_codename#cite_ref-BBC_9-0, I chose dike Chaney's .

[Agnieszka Bak]

OOC: Went for JFK. And sorry for my 'absence', but, in my defence, there's not been much for me to post about. Apologies.

Adams lay on his bed, smiling as each graqe fell into his mouth. He was a little stressed over current affairs, but, as he relaxed, eyes closed, he couldn't help but feel all burdens just wash away, swallowed by a turbulent sea -- the reality. As of now, Adams resided on the beach, soon to voyage back out into the harsh ocean. He sighed, trying to suppress the stress -- an effort halted by the cackle of his radio. The Colonel rolled on to his stomach.

"This is Angler, you receiving me? Over." Adams resisted slamming his head into the wall. Never a moments peace, is there?

"Roger, Angler. This is Lancer speaking. Something on your mind, I assume, as always? Excited for the ball, which, might I add, I may not be attending. Over."

Adams plucked another graqe and throw it into his mouth; he could almost feel his eyes forcing themselves shut.

[Sarah Edmunds]

"Roger, Angler. This is Lancer speaking. Something on your mind, I assume, as always? Excited for the ball, which, might I add, I may not be attending. Over."

Sutler was in hall outside the room, motioning some of Miuex's employee's inside to make it habitable for him.

"Am I excited for the Ball?"Sutler let out a low wheezy laugh. "Lancer let's not be ridiculous now, when have you ever known me to get excited over anything in a long while. I assumed that you would be delighted to attend what with you still having feelings and such; some others are coming via Stagecoach, felt they deserved a break and a chance to unwind. I will remain here to conclude the business with New Roadhouse's owner before returning to Charcoal, recreational events outside of a good, tall glass of scotch aren't really my scene anymore, but business must be concluded with these people. I wondered whether you had any concerns or thoughts that you may wish to discuss now that we are free of our host, I'm in the most appropriate room on the top floor. Over."

[Julie Serebrekoff]

Downstairs in the ballroom, Mieux was overseeing the grand ball, the walls covered in a beautiful shimmering draqery, the floors had temporary black carpet rolled out, and in the center of the room was a marble dance floor with the silver M of the Mieux Hotel. The tables in the room were adorned with artificial roses and candles, unlit for the time being. On the stage were same shimmering silver curtains the walls had, a microphone on the stand silently, waiting for use, this was merely here for decoration. "No! No! No! The marble statues bo every SIX feet, not THREE feet you dolt." Mieux groaned in frustration at one of the workers, "I swear, a dodo could do a better job, and they're extinct." One of the waitresses approached Mieux and asked in a nervous tone, "Uhm, Mr. Mieux, What am I supposed to do tonight? I mean, what are some greetings I should give?" Mieux was glad he never was a caterer, he'd had commited suicide long ago, " Well, this will be a formal ball, so don't go 'hey, want food?' if I catch you or anyone else do that, I'll kick your behinds out of here faster than a deathclaw on a brahmin. What you do is say things such as, 'Good Evening Sir/Madam, how may I be of service?' 'Is there anything you require tonight sir/madam?' and so on, oh, and don't forget to put on your mask.The girl replied in quick dismissal, "Yes, Mr. Mieux, thank you for helping me." She then proceeded to leav, her mask in hand. The masks were worn by employees and those who request one. The masks were face formed, a light white color with musical notes in black floating elegantly on the forehead, a rather eerie and cold grin forever printed on the face of the mask. "Well, time to get dressed, I'm still in my business suit." Mieux shrugged to himself, making hsi way to his private elevator.

After bathing and changing, he wore a silk black tuxedo with a white vest and bowtie, a small silk crimson handkerchief in the left briast, the silver M gleaming visbly. Mieux had oiled his hair back, his hair, like his tuxedo, gave off a very polished and picture perfect look. He was rather pleased to see that when he arrived, the ball was just getting started and already had twenty guests, the men in tuxedos, wearing various bowties and vests, the women in various formal gowns, one in peculiar caught his eye, wearing a beautiful and stunningly feminine red dress, Mieux quickly caught himself and turned away blushing.

[Veronica Martinez]

OOC: Sorry about my long absence, I was having technical difficulties. Everything was resolved, so I can resume posts.

Lyn Grave

After asking around town, Lyn found the out where Alex was. She made her way to his penthouse, and gave a quick knock before heading in. "Hey, Alex, good news, the food shortage in the slums is being handled, so fortunately the crime should be reduced. On a side note, muggers throughout the slums have learned not to [censored] with deathclaws." Lyn chuckled a bit, then helped herself to an empty seat. "So, who's your friend?"

[barbara belmonte]

Alexander Scalatti

"Hey Lyn, thanks for solving that food issue, I'm sure they learned a valuable lesson."

Fairfield stood up and introduced himself to Lyn. "My name is Johnathan Davis Fairfield. I am the leader of the great Lake Federation. I am pleased to make your aquaintance." John then walked over and sat down on a sofa. He turned toward Alex and lit a cigar. "I bet you're wondering why I'm here."

Alex chuckled a bit. "Of course, I haven't seen you since the vault, but you have the gusto to waltz into Bridgeport with a [censored] marching band playing you're national anthem. Are you here to annex my city, cause' the answer is no."

John laughed. "No no no Alex my boy, i'm here to meet the Enclave president!"

Alex took a deep breath. "Why?"

John reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. "My country recently started a town on the ruins of Chicago. As we were clearing the site, some people in power armor, which is a kind of power armor I have never seen before, were sited on patrol. I followed them but they saw me. When I woke up, I was in their outpost. I explained everything, and asked them to meet their leader. They said that he was in new Manhattan somewhere."

Alex slouched in the couch and adjusted his fedora. "Well, I have met their president and all, I could arrange a meeting."

"Good, lets leave in about an hour."

[Imy Davies]

Lyn Grave

"Lake Federation, Eh? Well, an enemy of our enemy is our friend, right? Nice to meet you, my name is Lyn." Lyn listened in quietly on their conversation. After thy were finished, Lyn piped in with her thoughts. "Alex, dont take this wrong, but I can't help but to think you're avoiding me. Either that, or you are too busy. Either way, it seems like every time I try to visit you, you're either off to meetings, or starting revolutions." Lyn shrugged at that point.

[alyssa ALYSSA]

Alexander Scalatti

"Alex, dont take this wrong, but I can't help but to think you're avoiding me. Either that, or you are too busy. Either way, it seems like every time I try to visit you, you're either off to meetings, or starting revolutions." Lyn shrugged at that point.

Alex nodded and bowed his head. "Well, i'm a busy man, and as you pointed out, I am always doing something crazy or revolutionary. I wish well, that all this stuff would stop, and that I could be a normal buisnessmen again, but those commie punks are near, and, well, I can't stop till their all dead. I'm not avoiding you, not at all."

[sarah]

Nova Spy Unit

They've finally got the name "Nova Spy Unit". Although the Gauss Project lost its main bulk of the army, making over 800 Securitrons dormant in the lower levels of their bunker, all their elite units were still active as spies and infiltrators. Of course, Nova was very special. It was composed of loyal citizens that had past military training and retired members of the elite SPG(Snowe Personal Guard).

"Sir...it's true...the President of the Federation is landing. Should we advance?"

William paused for a moment on the other end before speaking into the radio. "Yeah...kill that [censored]. Just wait until he leaves Bridgeport and make it look like it was a Federation soldier trying to do a coup. You did well in forming an uprising in Detroit. Now we simply start a coup in the Federation and put a New Manhattan supporter as new President."

The unit, disguised as Federation soldiers, made their move. Slowly but surely, they headed towards the President, ready for the assassination. Using their hidden earpiece, they whispered to William, "Director...we have the target in visual contact."

"Then just wait...plant a bomb on his Vertibird or something. We have to make it look like it was an accident and not an assassination."

Director William Snowe

Sonia stood in front of William with a very concerned look as William oversaw the assassination and subsequent uprising in Detroit. She leaned over his massive computer system and held his hand. "William...Alpha Omega failed...why do you keep going?"

William looked up at her and smiled. "Alpha Omega failed. But the Lake Federation is still our enemy. Once the President dies, we cause an uprising in Detroit and make Tarin their leader. He listens to us and starts another healthy trade. It'll still take years to recover but maybe in a couple years, we can restart Alpha Omega. Everything except Phase 4 has been put into motion."

[Chloe Botham]

Before the majority of guests had arrived, Mieux had slipped up stairs to his penthouse, playing a hand, a desperate one, with the news of the Lake Federations arrival in Bridgeport, this seemd an opportune time to make strifes for the Gauss Project. Mieux felt it almost assured that Director Snowe would attempt to assassinate the president of the Lake Federation, and he couldnt let Snowe do that, not his terms anyway. For the past two weeks, before the Lake Federation sent its president, Mieux had sent an agent to watch over Bridgeport, with this sudden news of the President arriving there, Mieux was sure Snowe would try to make his move. So Mieux carefully instructed the agent to become a suicide bomber, to make the plan only more perfect, the man had been a refugee from New Manhattan during the brief Gauss Project war, so the finger of suspicion would only fall on Snowe, no one would ever suspect Arcadia. Snowe might, but to anyone else, it'd look like Snowe was seeking a scapegoat.

~Andrew- The center of the strife.

In a deep breath, the young man named Andrew, no more than 27, was calming his nerve, his loyalty had always been to New Manhattan, but when Mieux, through proxxy of mercs, offered him 5,000 caps for his family, he couldn't refuse. He had a small C-4 Satchel on his chest under the suit coat, unseeable, and under his armpit was a cleverly built detonator that would explode when he raised his arms in surrender or intentional detonation. He also had a small knife, which unbeknownst to him, was part of Mieux plan. Mieux intended to seriously injure the president, whilst shouting a loyalist chant to Gauss Project. Causing political strife for New Manhattan and Gauss Project. Andrew only knew 'stab, die, family gets paid' but he didnt know that his unknown employers plan was so Machievelli, only Mieux knew the true purposes of the plan.

When the president slowly walked his way, Andrew, who was calm now, smiled and approached President Fairfield, "Y...You're the President of the Lake Federation!" He said excitedly, "I hope you'll be able to do alot of good for us Mr. President." The president saying something to the effect of making Bridgeport prosporous and safe. "Mr. President, may I ask you a question?" The president smiled politely, "Sure, ask away." "Did you know Director William Snowe bids his greetings?" Before the president of his guards could react Andrew had stabbed him the spot of presidents stomach his instructions he was left said were fatal, which in reality that wound would do no more than hurt alot, but recover in two weeks or so. Andrew shouted loudly "LONG LIVE DIRECTOR SNOWE! GAUSS PROJECT FOREVER!" As he ran, he raised his arms in the air, the C-4 detonating about 20 feet from the president, only Andrew was hit by the explosion, his body blown up into unidentifiable chunks of singed flesh. He never knew who his employer was, led on to believe it was someone in the Gauss Project, never knowing who had hired him was someone far more ruthless and pragmatic.

OOC: I didn't KILL the president, but he's injured, and the whole point was to lead paranoia and anger from Lake onto Gauss, so Bridgeport wont be hit or anything, I just wanted to show how cunning and ruthless Mieux is by him exploiting bitter rivalry and pitting them against each other.

[Andrew Perry]

OOC: Nice twist.

Nova Spy Unit

"The President is down! The President is down!" The troopers yelled before the NSU panicked. There would be no escape now. New Manhattan could be kept by the artillery and the Securitrons that WERE still active, not to mention the elite guard.

Up in the sky, V-L 1-3 saw the situation unfold. They were supposed to help the NSU guys to kill the President and then some idiot comes along and acts like he was hired by the Gauss Project.

The NSU, now panicking for the wrong reasons, headed to the President. The other troopers bought their disguise. "Yeah! Go check on our President, we'll clean up here!"

As the NSU started to get closer to the President, William radioed them. "Get out of there! Kill as many troops as you can, blow the Vertibird, and LEAVE!"

The unit complied to the word. They fired their weapons at the troopers and ran out of Bridgeport, shouting the name of Liberty Lost, as they were instructed to do. Then gave authorization to V-L 1-3 to fire at Lake Force 1, the President's bird. The Lake Federation was grounded with no way out of New York. They were in the Gauss Project's territory. No way out.

Director William Snowe

William sighed and put his head down. "Yet the army dies...and so does mine." He checked his military statistics. 300 fully operational MK 2 Securitrons, scattered across New Manhattan as a Military Police force, 400 elite soldiers and of course, all of the advlts and teenagers in New Manhattan that knew how to fire a gun. A militia would be formed the moment a war broke out.

He radioed Justin. "Mieux...I know it was you. You're the only outsider that has so much sway over my people. I just have to say...you simply delayed the inevitable. The President can't leave. My spies did their part...even if you screwed them over."

[Sxc-Mary]

Mieux, with a smug and dark grin on my face. He radioed back to Snowe "Sway? I held no sway, the money held sway on the man. Albeit he died believing your government did it. Oh well, pearls before swine I suppose." He said in a slightly aloft tone, "You know, it's nothing personal Snowe. But I had to sabatoge your possible relationship with Lake Federation, keeping your army bided is what I'm banking on. I'd never make unprovoked hostilities on New Manhattan, but that's not to say I won't cause political feather ruffling, be grateful I only wanted to keep your army down, had I killed him, it's a near certianty they'd launch war on your homefront. Having a full scale war so close to my casinos and shops? Not good for business, in any case. I needed tensions to be kept at a high, it keeps the calculus of power in check Mr. Snowe, and to let the scales tip from neutral to anyones favor but my own is not in my agenda. None the less, all you need to do is deny the incident was your fault, claim him a rogue, and there will be doubters, but the situation will wittle down within months, try to cast the blame on anyone save yourself and you'll look guiltier than a theif with it's stolen goods. However, I would NEVER suggest you kill a political leader, however, if that leader should conveniently be wounded by a knife to the stomach, consequentially being placed under medical care, if a nurse were to.....'accidentally' place 8 needles of Med-X into his IV within a one hour time frame, he'd mysteriously succumb to death."

After giving Snowe the subtle hint on an assassination plan, he bid Snowe a formal farewell, straightening his bowtie, he went back down to the lobby level and rejoined the ball guests, spotting a few Enclave soldiers in dress tunics, and seeing various guests idly pvssyring, glasses of wine given by the waiters, it was truly a gala of pre-war class.