» Mon Mar 14, 2011 2:56 pm
Mieux leaned back in his chair and smiled, his face going from relaxed to a kindy sage look, his eyes reflecting his wisdom. He smiled to Alex and said gently. "Alex, theres no fixing this, my insides are detereorating, the medicine acts half as morphine and half as a deterent, delaying the inevitable. It used to stem the tide, but, perhaps this is Gods way of saying "Face it Mieux, it's over. You've lived a long life, but you've cheated death long enough." He then looked away, not in displeasure, but almost as if looking into paradise. "No my friend, a world more beautiful than all I have seen, a world with a sound sweeter than all the music you will ever hear. Come with me for a moment", he got up, slipping the slippers on his feet. He pushed a tile that opened a hidden door to an elevator. "I want you to see a part of me no one in the post-war world has ever seen." He then pressed a button in the elevator, descending to a lower floor.
The elevator dinged, Mieux had turned into a businesslike demeanor, explaining everything in the medium sized room. "THIS!" Mieux said in emphasis, "This is my museum to myself. Not a vanity, but rather, a memory hall. The prisitine untouched Corvega? That was the car me and my love went on sunday drives in. This painting? This is she, Estel, she was a beauty, sadly, she was murdered in an alleyway before the war. That is why I do not flirt with girls, not a highbrow opinion of myself, but out of loyalty to her, and our unborn child, the child those mugger louts murdered." Mieux stopped himself from speaking. His vocal chords tense as he held back the tears inside, he quickly recovered. "And this, you may notice as an 'Enclave officers uniform', like what Colonel Adams of the Enclave wore, well, before the war, that is what US Soldiers of the rank of Colonel or higher wore. This was my uniform when I served in Anchorage, and this suit of armor is what I wore in the trenches. Winter camoflauged to save us from the chinese, surprisingly, this helmet's sensor module still works." The mannequin was a masquline form, the hands holding the R91 Assault Rifle, the head looking into the soft light that glittered on the heads goggles, black tinted to deter snowblindness. Mieux then removed a tarp, next to it, "And lastly, the chamber that cursed and blessed me." The chamber was almost coffin like, engraved with the silver M Mieux took up as his personal symbol. a life support screen showing all systems flat, due to being empty. After hearing Alex's thoughts about Mieux private memorabilia, he guided Alex back to the Penthouse, sealing the hidden elevator as the hit the normal floor again.
Now, while I go and put on my usual suit, I want you to spend a few hours at my desk, read the data files on the desk, the logs on the computer may be of great interest to you. There are cameras everywhere. Old times square, near the Vault the Enclave stole the GECK from. Various points in New Manhattan, Arcadia, a few derelict points in the city. Extensive dossiers on Antium, Director Snowe, President Sutler, you, etc. Old Pre-War maps and diagrams. It will all be alot to take in, but, that computer is what has made me the see all know all leader of Arcadia, if not Manhattan. Consider this massive data in pour into your head as you first lesson as future leader of Arcadia. I bid you Adieu, I'm going to go get dressed, and do a few income reports for Arcadia out in the living room by the tv, to give you privacy. Mieux walked out of the office, wishing Alex the best of fun, he'd enjoy seeing Alex after a few hours, soon, Alex would be as 'psychic' as Mieux, learning to make clear cut negotiations and treaties with others. It would be an interesting 'test review' of Alex.
