[Brian Newman]

Don Frank Vercelotti

Frank had left the GP tent a while back before hearing an explosion from it. Turning around; Frank watched in horror as it burst into flames and a large mushroom cloud appeared above it.

"Boss, we need to get you out of here, now!" his men yelled, dragging away the Don, who was still in utter shock. To his knowledge, the Director was no more. It.. It can't be. he shuddered, as his men starting banging on the front door to the hotel. "Come on, someone let us in!" they barked, continuing to bang on the door. If there was an intercom, they could not find it.

[No Name]

OOC: The explosion in the tower(my tower) is because it's...my tower. mkay?. If you mean Justin's tower, I'll change it...after I get home from school

[Red Bevinz]

OOC: I dont care about your tower, I meant the generator post on page 1, or was that your generators? If so then scrap my complaint :laugh:

[Rex Help]

OOC: From now on, the Lake Federation will be in the background and will hardly be mentioned. They will be "there" but not in the front.

Alexander Scalatti

Alex nodded and walked over to the podium. He almost missed the podium when he leaned on it. "Sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night." The crowd laughed slightly.

"I concur with everything Mr. Meiux said, in fact, give him a round of applause." The crowd began to cheer. Alex motioned for them to be silent. "War, War never changes, and you saw that yesterday. I'm really sorry about New Manhattan, my town. We WILL rebuild, I will personally pay for the rebuilding of Central Square, because well, its destroyed."

The crowd clapped. "Now, I want to salute a fallen soldier, who died for something he believed in, Sergeant Fredrick Decker. I never knew him, but he fought and died for his dead wife, who was murdered in an attack on Laketon. May he rest in peace. If I was living in the pre-war days, he would have gotten the Medal of Honor. Thank you."

The crowd began to cheer madly. Alex walked off the stage and sat down in the leaders section.

[Rinceoir]

Mieux, sitting down in an old foldout chair was giving a golf clap for Alex as he finished his speech, when Scalatti sat next to him, Mieux leaned over as the next leader took the podium, "Mr. Scalatti, when this soire is done, meet me in the penthouse, I have great plans for you." He then quietly left the stage, now that this war was over, perhaps he could go back to having his personal space, only one to three people in the penthouse at a time. He was surprised no one noticed him leaving, all the better since he hated political ceremonies.

[anna ley]

OOC: The last time we left Frank, he was on the doors of the hotel, trying to gain access to shelter him from the bombs. Let's assume him and his men waited in the lobby until the war was over, as Mieux was kind enough to lend them a room for the night (or if you feel it's something Mieux wouldn't do, I'll change it).. Im assuming it's morning now too.

Don Frank Vercelotti

The Don suited up in his grey pinstriped suit and combed his hair, once he had finished his elaborate breakfast in one of the rooms of the grand hotel. He joined his men who were waiting outside, taking a quick smoke and watching a ceremony that was going on, not too far away. He noticed Alex, Mieux, and a few others that had taken seats in a special section and decided to join them. There was a large crowd assembled in front of a stage, upon which there was a podium.

"Tony, go call everyone else." he ordered to one of his men.

"Im on it, boss." he replied, walking briskly back to the HQ to summon the mafia.

As Frank took his seat, Alex got up to speak. His monologue was greeted with applause and cheers. Frank smirked at him sideways throughout the speech. He might be a good guy, but he can't be trusted. the Don noted, recalling all the times he'd been betrayed by this man. I best keep my distance from now on.

Eventually, the mafia showed up at the ceremony, a small sea of black suits marching in their direction, and it was the Dons turn to speak. He walked smoothly over to the podium and began.

"Good Morning fellas." Frank greeted everyone, smiling broadly at the crowd. "Peace. Peace is the one thing we've been fighting for ever since the great War." Frank said. "Well finally, we've achieved." he said raising his arms. To this, his men broke out into applause. "In peace we can prosper, and it is our time to prosper. Everyone, together." he smiled. "I won't take up too much more of everyones time. Hopefully this peace will last, God bless us all!" he finished, receiving modest cheers.

Most of the people probably didn't even know he was, but they did know he must have been some important figure. The Don took a seat in the separate section when he noticed Justin Mieux casually duck out. He didn't make it obvious that he had seen him, but he made a mental note of it. Heh, nice try, but nothing gets past these eyes. Frank grinned, proud of his keen observatory skills. I wasn't the best contract killer in Manhattan for nothing. he thought to himself, lighting a cigarette.

[Lynne Hinton]

OOC: It's not an issue, also, just for the sake of future reference, when everyones said their peace, or not, you and Scalatti are to go to the penthouse. It'll involve the fate of New Manhattan.

[Ice Fire]

Sutler looked around at the "gathering" reminded him of pictures from the history books. As Miuex and Scalatti got up to make their respectively poncy speeches, Sutler stood up and smoothed his medals and tunic before making his way to the podium.

He stood at the podium and rested his two wrinkeled palms on it before begining.

"People of the... what do you people call it?" Sutler turned to one of Miuex's employee's. "Of the 'Empire Wasteland', I am Acting President Alan James Sutler of the Enclave of the United States of America, behind me you see Old Glory, we, the Enclave, march with it with pride. You will respect the authority and legitamacy of the Enclave, you will sate your government not through tax or labour but by merely staying out of our way, the Enclave does not tolerate interference nor hostility, just don't be clever and think you can [censored] with a bunch of old war horses like us okay, whilst it may bring about a sooner, blissful end to your rotton lives it will come at the cost of un-imaginable pain. When you see the Enclave, respect us by keeping your distance and any weapons firmly stowed lest you wish to face our wrath."

"Now onto new business, to help establish the Enclave's greater role in wasteland affairs, I shall grant my benevolene to... whom from here comes from a small, poor, out of the way settlement in the greater wasteland, deciete will be punished with death, truthfully now scum." Many people in the crowd put up their hands, how would Sutler properly pick one out, they all looked so similar. "You there in the remains of an pair of dunguree's, red-haired man, you come from such a place?"

The young, red-haired man looked up and stammered slightly, "Yes, sir."

Sutler grinned a grin of satisfaction. "Alright, Sergeant Ryan, please escort that man to a private room. No doubt you wastelanders would all flock to his settlement to get the aid; in due time."

Ryan waded through the sea of wastelanders to a man near to the red-haired man near the front, he seized his arm without looking at him and dragged him thorugh the jostling crowd.

"That's all from the Enclave I think," Sutler said before slowing marching back to his seat below his flag.

[Sophie Payne]

OOC: Are you talking to me, Martyr?

[T. tacks Rims]

Mieux watched from a camera in his penthouse, he shook his head at Sutlers, in his opinion, harsh and brutish speech, "Honestly, can none of these savages of today play nice or be cordial for one damn minute?" Mieux said in exasperation. He flicked the monitor off, trying to shrug off Sutlers terrifyingly harsh speech. He sat down at his finely polished mahogany desk and finished signing some new paperwork that had landed on his desk. He was merely passing the time now, waiting for Mr. Scalatti and Mr. Vercelotti to come to his penthouse, by now the attendants would have delivered the notices to the two, in the meantime, he'd finish the paperwork recent events had set him back on. He drank down some ice water, sighing in joy at the silence of the penthouse, the only sound was the soft whooshing of the air conditioning in his penthouse.

OOC: Yes, I just clarified it in this post so I wont have anyone confused to who should and should not come up here.

[Eduardo Rosas]

OOC: We have a rought sense of time in this world right? I'll have left after you're meeting but it's cracking on for 9:10 pm in the UK so I only have an hour or so, when you guys are in primetime :cryvaultboy:

Sutler was boarding the Vertibird back to Poseidon, finally, he had waited for another hour after his parting speech so that Ryan culd extract the location of the farmers settlement from him, he said it had around 20 people living in an old suburb, barely any traders passed through the region and they had been running out of water which the Enclave agreed to provide along with rudementry medical supplies and training, the young farmer had skipped happily of to be hailed as a hero whilst Omicron Squad had reconvened with Sutler and they had begun the flight home.

The cold, dark metal walls light by blue fluorecent, Sutler wouldn't trade it for every dollar in the world, the familar feeling of just... The Enclave itself, where-ever these architectural features were, the Enclave had once graced the buildings precense. Sutler was back in his chair, behind his desk, drinking his scotch and surrounded by the old photos of his long dead relatives.

Now it was time to begin affecting some changes in the cruel world above, Sutler thought harshly as he drained his second glass of scotch.

Down in the Vertibird Hanger, Omicron squad was saddling up in the Vertibird.

[gary lee]

Alexander Scalatti

Alex was about to sleep. All of the speeches were a bore. John Fairfield was a great president, but his speeches were boring monologues of endless rambling. Then, Alex felt someone tap his shoulder.

"Mr. Mieux would like to see you."

Alex nodded as he quietly began to walk toward the hotel

__________________________________________

The elevator doors opened up. Alex walked into the elevator and leaned on the wall. The door slammed shut and the elevator began to hurry upward. This elevator seems to get faster every time.

after a 30 second ride, the elevator stopped. Alex walked out just as the elevator opened. "Hello, you called me up here."

[Tom]

Don Frank Vercelotti

The Don rolled his eyes as Sutler walked on stage and began speaking. Half-way through the speech, Frank murmured; "What a priss." from his seat, and there was a suppressed giggle from his men in the crowd. Soon, Frank became rather agitated, and felt like going into the hotel to see what going down. Taking another puff of his cigarette, he almost nodded off back into sleep when he felt someone tap his shoulder.

"A message from Mr. Mieux" the young courier whispered, handing him a letter.

"Thanks kid." Frank replied, tipping the messenger, before opening the message. It asked him to come up to the penthouse, where Mieux was waiting for them. He smiled to himself. Ask and you shall receive.

He motioned his head over to the hotel and the private guards understood what was being said. The ten men walked casually into the hotel, and went up the elevator. Soon they were up onto the floor of the penthouse to which Frank was invited. All his men looked around in utter awe.

"This place is wicked." one man remarked.

"You said it." another agreed, as they gawked at the incredibly luxurious penthouse. It was infact, better than the Dons own. But he kept that secret to himself.

"Anybody home?" the Don called out, waiting for a reply. I wonder what the guy wants. he pondered.

[Kill Bill]

Mieux looked up hearing the doors clang out in the hall. "Ah! Welcome gentlemen." Mieux grimaced, 'ugh. more people in here' he thought, he disliked large crowds. "Gentlemen, you all may waiting in the sitting room, it's the room with the golfing mat." He then cleared his throat and spoke to his two partners, "Gentlemen, it's time to discuss the fate of New Manhattan. Mr. Scalatti, you're business with New Manhattan is between you and Mr. Vercelotti." He paused and drank some water with his pills, " Mr. Vercelotti, in case you havent gathered the hint, You're in charge of all running New Manhattan for me, apart from 2,500 caps to be sent to Arcadia per day, think of it as rent for owning it. That said, I will refrain from exerting my new found power over New Manhattan. Think of me as the CEO and President of Manhattan Island, and you my Vice President, not as a political power. No, Manhattan as a whole shall become run as a company. Do note that Snowe is not a man to hand over power so easily. He'll likely launch various tunnel visioned guerilla tactics, but in the end, it will be his undoing. Tech of that quality he posses is unreplacable, which means he will run out if he tries anything, but until he does something, leave him alone. Also, for all our sakes, play nice with Sutler, he's almost as arrogant as I am, I know, but the last thing we need is a Verti-assault team showering us with fire and death. I want to make this very clear, though this is nothing new to you. Work with Sutler, but never trust Sutler. He'll come off as your friend, but he'll plunge a knife in your back to his favor, don't give him a reason to do it." Mieux. "Any last words gentlemen?" He listened to what Alex and Frank had to say then bid them farewell until the next time they met.

After all was said and done, he recalled his elevator to the penthouse, shut down the elevator and do something he hadn't been capable of doing for three days. Sleep. He opened the doors to his suite, a plush red silk sheeted bed on white marble floors. He pulled off his suit jacket and tie, unbottoned the neck and just plumped down on the bed, his mind falling to sleep almost immediately. The last thing he thought of was Sutler, he could hear his mind thinking, 'amazing, 200 years since I've last seen a Sutler, and he's as ruthless and cold as the one I met. Huh, I guess some things just never change. And after that, his beloved Emilia, her face smiling, in his dreams he was able to kiss and hug his girlfriend, to talk and share stories, and yet each morning, he was forced to part with her until he next slept.

[Iain Lamb]

Alexander Scalatti

"Finally, some capatalism is coming back, but, I have Bridgeport to tend to. I have one request, could you build some sort of rail line between Bridgeport and New Manhattan? That would make my life much easier."

After saying that, Alex walked over to the putting green. He grabbed a putter, put a ball down, and gave it a good smack. It was a perfect putt, and it sank right in. "Wow, I never thought that I had golf ability."

[M!KkI]

The pre-war hamlet of Mansfield, home to six houses, was now home to 20 wastelanders and a small farm. Young James Ripper, had been hailed as a hero when he had returned from his weekly trip to Manhattan, the government itself had picked him and there town to be saved from the horrors of the wasteland.

Major Kong was in charge of the operation, the Vertibird had once again been crammed with 12 people, the cargo hold filled with supplies and an Enclave prefab. building attached to the underneath. They landed outside of what appeared to be some sort of community building and exited the Vertibird to cheers and cries of "Thank You!" and such from the whole village. The community building itself was an old store and the hand-outs were taken down into the cellar via a convenient hatch around the back of the building. The excited people of the town were quickly ordered by the Enclave into an orderly que which twisted around the small room, an Enclave Officer and a trooper stood by the entrane to the back rooms including the cellar and another pair stood guard outside the entrance whilst the rest patrolled the hamlet or where in the cellar arragning supplies. Mothers' clutched their children in anticipation of the new prospects life would have for them and the farmers dreamed of intensive farming with advanced technologies.

The cheering residents pushed James to the front of the que, he had gained the attention of the settlements new benefactors and, grinning ear-to-ear, he almost skipped past the troopers, down the corridor and into the cellar. It took around five minutes to beat the young, healthy James into an unconcious state before he was bound and gagged, lifted back up through the hatch and placed in the Enclave cage, everyone wsa in the building, no one suspected anything, it was assumed that the government boys wouldn't let those who had already been served back in in-case they rejoined the que, James had said that the President had been very mistrustful of outsiders. After an hour all the residents, with the exception of the children which were easier to pacify, had suffered the same fate and all were bound and gagged in the cage; they understandably squirmed and writhed about, sore from their many bruised and bleeding wounds, all piled in on one another for the flight home, some would die before they were delivered.

Major Kong look over the now deserted hamlet and laughed, "Christ," he said out loud. "Never seen anyone ever so pleased to see us in all my life. Oh well, burn this place to the ground Lieutenant." Kong patted his liuetenant on the back before walking towards the Vertibird, which grounded, the mighty cables beneath it being hook onto the roof of the cage. Once all were aboard the bird and the town in a satisfactorily destroyed state, the Vertibird took off for home.

"I wonder what new horrors await these sorry fools," Lieutenant Stracker called.

"[censored] knows son," Kong replied. "Whatever Sutler wants, cattle for experimentation, slave labour, maybe a bit of live target practice."

[asako]

Director William Snowe

The civilians finally arrived. By then, using the builders who were transported on the APC carriers just finished renovating the Zodiac Tower using the furniture. Thankfully, the generator underneath the tower was working so after a few adjustments, the entire tower was powered up. Now that the citizens arrived, it would be time to create a paradise.

Sonia crumpled down and started to sob on the V-1. She looked up at William and gave a stern look. "I want the President of the Lake Federation DEAD!" William nodded. "So do I dear...so do I. And in time, we will kill him and retake New Manhattan but for now, let's just be happy we have a city, electricity, running water,and each other."

The two smiled at each other until Byron ran in the V-1. "Sir, the civilians are getting worried. Where will they live?"

William dismissed it fairly easily. "The builders and the caravans of people will renovate EVERY intact building in Stamford. From there, we'll rebuild the SAM sites, and recreate our Securitron army using the Robco facility in this city. I leave charge to my dearest brother Adrian as I go to Arcadia."

Sonia and William went on the V-1 and headed towards the Arcadia tower. People lined up on the streets, some weeping and some cheering at the relocation of the Gauss Project. Until William found a better name, it would be called the Gauss Project, even though Project Gauss was complete. He went into the tower and asked the receptionist, "May I go in?"

[Sophh]

Mieux's receptionist would have likely used a bluff to deter him, but in this case, her statement was legitimate. "I'm sorry Mr. Snowe, but Mr. Mieux is not taking callers for the time being. He's given express notice not to be disturbed."

In the penthouse, Mieux had just awoken from his long sleep. He awoke to a notice that had been delivered via the letter slot in the wall. "Hmmm. What did Snowe want? No matter, he's likely left by now." Mieux said, shrugging it off and doing the one thing he was happy to get back into the swing of doing, finishing paperwork and monitoring his city unseen and unbothered, but a presence everywhere. He pushed a button on the board of monitors. "Let's see what we have got going on near thereconstruction site of the wall Gauss blew up." To his pleasure, it was being patched with carefully welded metal, men and women piling rubble and pushing it into the inside of his walls. That was what made his city so clean, anytime they expanded, they'd use the rubble for thickness, then they'd built a wall out of whatever metal they could salvage. The walls were a rich dark steel tone, with very sharp and skin cutting with just the slightest touch. "Well, thats enough of that, I think it's time for me to read over these economic reports, or I'll get more work than I'd like covering my desk. He was still happy, his home was quiet, no guests, just the sound of air and memories filled the air.

[lolli]

Edit: Double Post

[Gemma Archer]

Don Frank Vercelotti

Before long, Mieux showed up, and had the Dons men wait in a separate room. Soon, Alex showed up as well.

"Mr. Vercelotti, in case you havent gathered the hint, You're in charge of all running New Manhattan for me, apart from 2,500 caps to be sent to Arcadia per day, think of it as rent for owning it. That said, I will refrain from exerting my new found power over New Manhattan. Think of me as the CEO and President of Manhattan Island, and you my Vice President, not as a political power. No, Manhattan as a whole shall become run as a company. Do note that Snowe is not a man to hand over power so easily. He'll likely launch various tunnel visioned guerilla tactics, but in the end, it will be his undoing. Tech of that quality he posses is unreplacable, which means he will run out if he tries anything, but until he does something, leave him alone. Also, for all our sakes, play nice with Sutler, he's almost as arrogant as I am, I know, but the last thing we need is a Verti-assault team showering us with fire and death. I want to make this very clear, though this is nothing new to you. Work with Sutler, but never trust Sutler. He'll come off as your friend, but he'll plunge a knife in your back to his favor, don't give him a reason to do it."

Frank nodded solemnly once he was done speaking. "I don't exactly want that kind of power, but there's really no one better." he said, after a short pause. Alex also shared his thoughts before Mr. Mieux bid them both farewell. The Don collected his men, and they all left the hotel, heading back to the Mafia HQ. On the way, he relayed the entire conversation to his men.

"2 and a half grand a day! That's chump change!" one of the men broke out excitedly. "And you get to run the city, boss. This is brilliant!" he exclaimed. All the other men concurred with his statement, but the Don had other things on his mind.

"This is a huge responsibility Im taking here. I already have a lot to deal with. It will be tough." he sighed. We have a lot of work to do.

OOC: When everyone is ready; could we maybe fast forward a month; so the city is completely back to normal again?

[Dustin Brown]

One Months Time since the war-

Mieux stared down over his city from the windows, a pleased smile on his face. He was content, the battle had done little more than turn a building or two into rubble, ruin the wall in a small portion, all in all, Arcadia was thriving, and best of all, with Snowe pushed out of the region, he had pushed his men to claim all of Southern Manhattan. His men had been made to go into a grueling night and day campaign to eliminate any creature or human who resisted their push. It took almost two weeks, fifty thousand caps in resources and supplies. But in the end, he was successful. Currently they were slowly swallowing all the city blocks around Arcadia in the south. He loved it, he was finally a man to be respected in full. He wasn't running things with fear, but with what he knew best, market manipulation and resources control. To his ever increasing luck, he found something more valuable than a factory of mini-nukes, he found a concrete production plant and mixery. This allowed him to ease the time on wall construction.

He walked to his desk and hit his old phone, which was conected to the lines in the building. "Mr. Jack, my good man." He said, his voice the usual airy and confident tone. "Do me a favor and send a courier to Brideport via vertibird, if Mr. Scalatti wishes to come, bring him and Miss Lyn to my city, we will have much to discuss. Oh, and while your at it, send a runner to New Manhattan, I have a new demand bill for Vercelotti." In the letter was a three page contract stipulating from now until further notice, New Manhattan was to pay 40% of their daily income to Mieux. Since the firebombing of New Manhattan, few buildings had crumbled since it was fire and not explosions, but relief was still needed, and Mieux had shown himself a man of his word, delivering vast quantities of essential food, no junk food or sweets. He had also sent Buffout, Med-X, Stimpaks, and Rad-Away as medical supplies for anyone injured, the critically wounded were free of charge, but those with minor bumps or bruises were to pay 50 caps for services. All in all, he truly built his pre-war empire.

[celebrity]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

As appointed by Justin Mieux, Frank was now the leader of New Manhattan. His very first action was to hold an election; and being the undisputed candidate, he won.

However, with this additional power, he had gained an immeasurable amount of responsibilities. Since he could no longer run both the city; and the mafia, he promoted his old friend Marty as the next Don, resigning his position, and privatizing all of the mafias businesses. As a gesture of goodwill, he legalized the exchange and usage of chems, prostitution, and gambling. Although all of this was practiced openly before hand, it helped boost the economy and allowed the governing body to keep a watchful eye on all transactions. Everything was kept under tight moderation, and both the mafia and cities economy jumped to higher than it had ever been.

Frank was almost certain Mr. Mieux was aware of this.

"What is it?" the Mayor called out, as his secretary knocked on the door of his smoke-filled office in the "Mayor of Manhattan Office Building". He was busy with some paperwork when an additional file was added.

"Sir, its from Arcadia." he replied, setting the letter down before leaving.

Skimming past the formalities, Frank began reading the details and grumbled when he had finished. "He wants 40% of all income!" he barked, lighting a cigar, and taking a long drag.

"It's not that much, boss." said one of his many advisers. Frank was awake that he knew terribly little about life in office, so he had hired an entire staff of advisers to help him with anything that troubled him. "We're raking in nearly ten thousand caps a day. He wants four grand. That's not even double of the usual 2,500." he informed.

"Well, it's not like I have a choice." the Mayor groaned, writing up an agreement letter, and signing it. "Give it to the messenger to take back." he mumbled, handing it to his secretary.

The state of the city itself was almost back to usual. Income was high for the high ranking officials, but quality of life wasn't completely back to usual. There were some who were still left injured, and a couple of streets and buildings were still damaged, although the bulk of it had been fixed in the past month. Frank himself had put on several pounds as a result of his relatively inactive lifestyle. He met people and visited damaged areas regularly, but he was no longer the running and gunning assassin he was before. Despite being out of shape, he was still far more capable than most assassins.

Casually checking the calendar of his desk, he noticed something. "Hey, it's my birthday tomorrow!" he exclaimed. "Tony, send a letter to everyone; we're having a ball. Right here in the lobby of the Mayors Office as a celebration of my birthday. Chief Guests are to be the leaders of all surrounding colonies; I have something in mind." he ordered his secretary.

OOC: Just to clarify Franks current situation; he moved out of the Mafia HQ, and now resides in the Mayoral Estate. He works in the Mayor of New Manhattan Office Building. He's basically cut off all official affiliation with the Mafia, aside from shares in their businesses, which he privatized.

Edit: Also, invited to the party is Mieux, Alex, Sutler, Snowe, and Lyn +1 guest. (Incase you guys want to bring your characters spouse) It's a formal party, but a friendly one, so no need to be hostile. Also, the in-game time is around noon, atm..

[Susan Elizabeth]

Mieux was happy, about an hour and a half after he sent his demand, Frank had replied. In a monitor he had had installed in New Manhattan, portaying the 200 year old picture of Mieux, his smug and confident face gleaming eyes of intelligence. "Mr. Vercolotti," the monitor said, flickering to life, "I'm glad you decided to behave, but I'm not here about fees. No. Mr. Vercelotti, perhaps you are aware of this, but we found a derelict concrete plant down south, as well as a few trucks. After a little work, the machines are up at 35% capacity, btu I'll get them up and running to full capacity, just you wait. In suffice it to say, I'm going to deliver concrete your way, should you need it for reconstruction or to build something new, then feel free to do so." The monitor flashed off as quick as it had turned on.

Mieux was overjoyed at becoming the Ghostman of Arcadia again, the mystery enticed them to work for him, hoping to get glimpses of the man who had brought the power back on. With the aquiring of southern Manhattan, it would be more than the power he was funneling, so he decided to read the old city grid and revitalize old power plants, and with repairing the old power plants came lights, and with lights would come people, and with people, their money. He also sent 35% of the power the four plants they restarted to New Manhattan, the lights in New Manhattan burning bright as ever. People in Arcadia wondered why Mieux stopped coming down, rumours of him dying had spread, all dross of course, but they served to enhance the mystery that surrounded his leadership.

Mieux had recieved the invitation in his mailslot, but instead of turning up, Mieux decided to present Frank with gifts as his replacements, his gifts were in gift wrapped boxes, in the boxes were a case of high end pre-war cigars, and the second box was a spare working television set with holotapes featuring old mobster films. He figured in some way they might give Frank a kick. The tag said, "They are not much, by my standards anyway, but I hope you'll get some joy out of these. Meanwhile as the party would go on, he had already made up his mind he'd stay in and file more paperwork, perhaps view a show in his private theater.

[Marcus Jordan]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

Frank had decided to change into a more formal suit, and have his men arrange for the party. As he was busy, preparing for the celebration that was to take place later that evening, saw the monitor in his office flicker, signaling that a transmission was to begin.

The screen flashed with the face of none other than Mr. Mieux himself, and his voice began to speak; "I'm glad you decided to behave, but I'm not here about fees. No. Mr. Vercelotti, perhaps you are aware of this, but we found a derelict concrete plant down south, as well as a few trucks. After a little work, the machines are up at 35% capacity, btu I'll get them up and running to full capacity, just you wait. In suffice it to say, I'm going to deliver concrete your way, should you need it for reconstruction or to build something new, then feel free to do so."

"Thanks Mr. Mieux, I'll use it wisely." the mayor nodded, waiting for the screen to turn off.

When he returned from his lunch break back home, the lobby level of the Office Building was completely revamped for a celebration. The entire hall was brightly lit, filled with fancy chairs and tables, and waiters serving food and drink.

"Now this is what Im talking about." he gleamed, adjusting his suit. The party was to begin in a few hours, when he received a letter, accompanied by a two boxes. The letter read; "They are not much, by my standards anyway, but I hope you'll get some joy out of these." and it was signed by Mr. Mieux. Franks face drooped into a frown as he realized that this was compensation for lack of his presence. That's inconvenient, I had an announcement to make. he thought to himself, deciding not to open the gifts until after the party.

[BrEezy Baby]

I'm assuming that all posts after the battle are I month after the battle.

Alexander Scalatti

Alex woke up to the sounds of the ocean. He rolled and and looked at the clock. 10:30 AM, damn, time to get up. It took Alex roughly 10 minutes to shower and get dressed in a black suit with a black fedora to match. Ann had just woken up as well, and she made breakfast.

"You're cooking gets better every time." Alex chuckled

Alex went over to his penthouse's office, grabbed some papers, slammed them into his briefcase, and left the penthouse. The mutants were building the New Bridgeport Line, connecting New Manhattan and Bridgeport by rail. Alex waled over to Harris.

"How's the work doing?"

Harris grinned. "Well, work was slow, until we discovered an old rail line that was part of some Amtrak or something like that. It is in bad condition, but is repairable. Work should be done by the end of the week, then, we need a train."

"Well, just follow the line, i'm sure a train or two will be somewhere on the line." Alex walked away but began to walk toward the dock. He boarded a high-speed two floor boat. It began to move toward New Manhattan. But, Alex the noticed a blond haired woman running toward the boat. Ann?

Ann jumped onto the boat. Alex ran down the stairs. "What the [censored] are you doing?"

"I just wanted to see New Manhattan."

Alex nodded, but was angry inside.
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It took two hours, but the boat docked in New Manhattan's port, near Reuters Way. Alex grabbed his briefcase and left the boat, Ann by his side.