[Jordan Fletcher]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti - New Manhattan Mayor's Office

The mayor strode into his office building, accompanied by a team of several highly trained guards. "Any messages, Tony?" he asked his secretary.

"No, boss." the man replied curtly.

Good. Im not in the mood for [censored] so early in the morning. he sniggered to himself. Taking a seat in his large leather office chair, he immediately began stifling through various important documents, giving them a thorough read and issuing orders based on what he felt was right. While New Manhattan may have been home to some of the Wastelands worse types of people including drug addicts, hokers, and gamblers, they served as a status symbol to the rest of the country that Manhattan was so prosperous that it could in-fact afford to sustain such a population. This idea is what re-enforced Franks decision to keep things this way.

"What of the extra concrete?" Tony asked, nearly an hour after the Mayor had begun. Frank simply pressed his palms to his face. Hmm. Well, we've gone on long enough using shelters and temporary installations as hospitals. It was about time the New Manhattan Hospital was restored. he decided.

"We use to rebuild the Hospital. Get it done." he ordered administratively.

"On it, sir." he nodded, leaving the room. Just has he left, Frank heaved a sigh, and took a puff of his cigar when Lyn strolled in.

"Hey Frank, need help with your paperwork?" Lyn offered, helping herself into a seat.

"Hey hey! Looking like a tough girl, huh?" he commented, admiring her clothing. The old mayors' daughters' clothing to be precise. Frank felt a twang of remorse for the old Mayors family. The one he himself had killed. How ironic? I kill the guy, and get his job! he realized. "Thanks Lyn, Im pretty much finished up here. Might make a call or two; then we'll head over to Mieux." he informed.

OOC: Green light to come to Mieux' tower?

[Kathryn Medows]

"Yeah, he was like the vault bully." Alex laughed a bit. "He saved my life when the mutants attacked. He left for Michigan and started the Lake Federation. I have his number on my pip-boy, so I can call him anytime."

Sutler's heart skipped with joy and terrible machinations of what could come, he smiled.

"I wish to make him an offer, I heard over the wasteland radio that he came into contact with scouts from an organisation called the NCR, I would be willing to barter for the scouts alive and un-harmed."

[Paula Ramos]

OOC: Negative Holy. Well, you could, but I wont be there. We're all on a subway train to an old Military Base.

[Catherine N]

Lyn Grave
New Manhattan Mayor's Office

"Thanks for the clothes, by the way," Lyn said. "I haven't really had the chance to change clothes for a while, so this is a bit of a treat." She giggled a bit. "I'm ready to head out when you are. I even have transportation, if you don't have your own. Just assuming here, but you've never ridden a deathclaw, right?"

[Sarah Edmunds]

Borgia Manus - Salvation Beach

"Borgia, Terry had returned," Marie said interrupting the conversation between Borgia and 'genius' Albert Graffito.

"Send him in Marie. Albert, we shall resume this conversation in a few moments, however for now I must ask you to leave the tent." Albert nodded and left the tent, passing Terry as he entered.

"Terry."

"Borgia, I have news of New Manhattan. The leader.. the man in power seems to be one Justin Mieux. Well, I think he's in power. It's a bit complicated. An ex-don, Frank Vercelotti, is acting mayor of New Manhattan. The city to the south is Arcadia, also ruled by Mr Mieux."

"You've been inside the walls?"

"Yes, sir. I didn't have to do too much asking around, however I didn't want to seem suspicious."

Borgia smiled. Excellent news. "What is it like?"

"Salvation have never been to New Vegas, but it seems similar from what I've heard, to what I witnessed today. Casinos. Shops. Order."

"Perfect, Terry. Perfect. You have done well, boy. Tonight we shall enter the city of New Manhattan."

"Great sir," Terry replied, blushing from the compliment he had just received from the boss. "Another thing. I heard of other small locations. Bridgeport seems to be some small trade hub, while I heard of a Lake Federation. An insignificant lake, I assume."

"Great. Rest now Terry, I must speak about setting up stalls and hunting teams with Mr Graffito. Send him in, would you?"

[Flutterby]

Alexander Scalatti-Tunnel

"I wish to make him an offer, I heard over the wasteland radio that he came into contact with scouts from an organisation called the NCR, I would be willing to barter for the scouts alive and un-harmed."

Alex nodded. "Lemme call him up, I don't know if I get radio reception in this tunnel." Alex turned om his pip-boy. "YES! Its limited, but it works. Alright, I will turn up my pip-boy's volume. Just speak normally."

President Johnathan Paul Fairfield-Detroit

"Sir, we haver a phone call from Alexander Scalatti."

"Scalatti? Put him on." The officer turned on the line. "Alex, what do you want friend?"

"One second, the Enclave wants to chat." Alex said as he turned up the volume even more.

John scratched his head. "Hello "Enclave" I am the President of the mighty Lake Federation, may I help you?"

[Mark]

Liam "Starrk" Conners a.k.a. Black Cat/Unlucky 13 - Port Neptune - Slums

A tall man with short well trimmed brown hair wearing a blue and black sleeveless motorcycle jacket with the collar turned up over a dingy white t-shirt. The man sported a faded pair of black jeans with several small holes in them and a pair of well worn black boots. Slung onto his back was a green military rucksack bag. On his hips were a pair of modified desert eagles both with XIII etched on them. The individual had green eyes and face free of scars. A slight stubble is growing under his chin. The man has three tattoos, the Black Sun insignia lies on his neck. On both sides of his face are the roman numeral XIII indicating the number thirteen and allowing people to recognize him as Leon Graves personal hitman the "Black Cat", master of misfortune.

Liam had returned to Port Neptune only an hour ago after spending three weeks completing clandestine jobs for Leon and was making his way back to The Shining Star to relay his report. Trudging through the run-down part of town Liam whistled a tune to pass the time. Getting closer to the casino Liam traversed down an alleyway shortcut to save time. What he didn't see were the small group of shadows that began to shuffle around in the darkness.

Leon "Eclipse" Graves - Port Neptune - Jarl's Lab

Leon and his entourage were lead through several rooms by one of the guards until they reached the office of Jarl Biggs. Leon ordered everyone to wait outside while he had his meeting with the ghoul. Opening the door and stepping into the office Leon shut the door behind him. The ghoul that sat at the desk stopped reading to look up at the sound of his door opening. Upon seeing Leon the ghoul removed his glasses, rose from his seat, and walked over to shake Leon's hand.

"Ah, Mr.Graves! What brings you by today, sir?" Jarl said as he offered Leon a seat before returning to his own chair.

"Well Jarl I came to see how that Jet shipment was coming it's due down in Florida in two weeks."

"The shipment should be done within the next fortnight by my estimations, sir."

"That's good to here. I'll have some men and a truck sent to escort it to the docks. Now one other piece of business. How is stimpak production going?"

"Not well, sir. We need more hypodermic needles before anymore can be produced. Though we have been able to produce a large supply of fixer, hydra, and turbo."

"While that's all well and good but we need to keep a steady supply of stimpaks being created. I will have to send out some scavenger teams and alert our other outposts to be on the lookout for unused needles. We don't need those other meds at current so when the jet is picked up load up the others and we'll have them secured in one of the warehouses until their needed."

Leon then rose from his chair shook hands with the ghoul once more and exited the office.

[megan gleeson]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti - New Manhattan Mayor's Office

"Thanks for the clothes, by the way." Lyn said. "I haven't really had the chance to change clothes for a while, so this is a bit of a treat." she giggled. "I'm ready to head out when you are. I even have transportation, if you don't have your own. Just assuming here, but you've never ridden a deathclaw, right?"

Frank widened his eyes for an instant. "No, thanks. I'd rather run. I like having this new heart anyway." he grinned. "Just let me check if Mr. Mieux is in." he added, sending a message to Mieux in hopes of a reply.

Several minutes passed and there was no response. Hmm, he never takes this long. the Mayor observed. "Looks like we won't be going so soon after all." he declared finally after several more minutes of silence on Mieux' part. Frank stretched his arms behind his head and raised his legs, resting them on the table top. "Well, I've got nothing to do, really. You have anything in mind?" he asked, running his fingers down his handsome face.

[Sylvia Luciani]

Lyn Grave
New Manhattan Mayor's Office

Lyn giggled a bit more. "Relax, the deathclaw riding was more of a joke. Besides, I think you are a bit heavier than I am, and even the alpha male gets uncomfortable with me riding him. It's probably because of their posture." Lyn shrugged. "I'm not sure what to do. I usually swim in the morning..." She paused to think for a bit, then shrugged. "Oh, and I don't think I've ever asked you, what IS your new heart?" She asked, curious.

[Justin Hankins]

John scratched his head. "Hello "Enclave" I am the President of the mighty Lake Federation, may I help you?"

The voice of the man echoed around the small carridge, Sutler pressed on almost before John had fininshed, he couldn't waste a moments time.

"You are addressing Acting President of the Enclave of the United States of America Alan Sutler," Sutler said his long title as fast as he could, though still noted derisively the man's need to describe his people as mighty. "It has recently came to my attention that your scouts made contact with those of another organisation identifying itself as the NCR. I would like those scouts brought back here alive and un-harmed and in return you may request something of me. State your terms."

[Natasha Callaghan]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti - New Manhattan Mayor's Office

"My heart? Frank repeated. "Hell if I know. Doc said it's some machinery mumbo jumbo. It can keep me going on forever. I don't even have to breath if I don't want to. Only problem is I have to keep charging it at night." he answered, instinctively placing a hand on his chest. "It beats a hell of a lot faster too." he added. "See for yourself" the Mayor offered her, leaning forward and placed one of her hands on his chest to feel the rapid beating of his inorganic heart.

[Emma]

John Fairfield

"You are addressing Acting President of the Enclave of the United States of America Alan Sutler," Sutler said his long title as fast as he could, though still noted derisively the man's need to describe his people as mighty. "It has recently came to my attention that your scouts made contact with those of another organisation identifying itself as the NCR. I would like those scouts brought back here alive and un-harmed and in return you may request something of me. State your terms."

"Well, we do have custody of them. They did agree to come to the Lake Federation, I can do that, but under one condition. I have always wanted to meet you people ever since I came across rumors of a base in Chicago. I have discovered that your codes match all of the pre-war USA codes as well. I would like to meet you face to face."

[Maria Garcia]

Lyn Grave
New Manhattan Mayor's Office

"Whoa." She stated simply as she felt the beat of the mechanical heart. She started getting excited about it. "I want to figure out how one of those works! Maybe tinker with it, try to improve it...But I'm guessing the doctor who made it went to Antium with William." She paused to think more about it, but then put that subject to the back of her mind. "So, what did you want to do today?"

[lillian luna]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti - New Manhattan Mayor's Office

"Whoa." She exclaimed causing Frank to break into a smile. "I want to figure out how one of those works! Maybe tinker with it, try to improve it...But I'm guessing the doctor who made it went to Antium with William."

The Mayors expression grew more and more horrified with each word. You're not getting anywhere near this thing. Only thing you can tinker with is in my pants. he thought to himself grimly.

"So, what did you want to do today?" she asked, after a moment of pondering.

Neutralizing his expression, he answered honestly. "I really don't know, babe." lighting a cigar, and leaning back in his chair.

OOC: Okay really, I have absolutely nothing to do!

[Setal Vara]

"Well, we do have custody of them. They did agree to come to the Lake Federation, I can do that, but under one condition. I have always wanted to meet you people ever since I came across your base in Chicago. I have discovered that your codes match all of the pre-war USA codes as well. I would like to meet you face to face."

Sutler listened genuinely intruiged by this man's only condition being that of a meeting, A trap? A NCR plot? Sutler thought wildly; he hesitated whilst thinking and then answered.

"You do of course realise that you will be handing the NCR scouts over as prisoners? They will be collected from you at an Enclave determined rendevous point before being taken back to my headquarters to be slowly mutilated for my own amusemant; provided this does not peturb you then I agree to your terms and will discuss them with you shortly, I will of course demand knowledge of what you intend to use Federal Access Codes for of course, those being my property. You will meet me face-to-face if that is what you require, I shall of course be flanked by a squad of Enclave troopers at an Enclave determined rendevous point again; I do not take chances, particularly with those whom have asociated themselves with swine like the NCR."

Sutler looked ahead down the tracks before them.

"If you have anything else to state then do so immediately."

[Darren]

Lyn Grave
New Manhattan Mayor's Office

Lyn noted the horrified expression on Frank's face. "Don't worry, I would never go so far as to tinker with the one keeping you alive." She thought for a moment again. "I know what we should do! We should end poverty and hunger and bring world peace!" She exclaimed, trying to hold a straight face. It failed, and she burst into laughter. "I'm sorry, I'm feeling silly today." She said, still giggling.

[Taylor Thompson]

OOC: I changed it The Enclave

John Farfield

"You do of course realise that you will be handing the NCR scouts over as prisoners? They will be collected from you at an Enclave determined rendevous point before being taken back to my headquarters to be slowly mutilated for my own amusemant; provided this does not peturb you then I agree to your terms and will discuss them with you shortly, I will of course demand knowledge of what you intend to use Federal Access Codes for of course, those being my property. You will meet me face-to-face if that is what you require, I shall of course be flanked by a squad of Enclave troopers at an Enclave determined rendevous point again; I do not take chances, particularly with those whom have asociated themselves with swine like the NCR."

John chuckled. "We don't have any association, we just discovered them on a mapping trip!" John took a deep breath to counter the laughter. "Fine, i'll meet you at a place of your choosing. Just say where, and I will stop by at the first chance I have."

Alexander Scalatti

Alex was paying attention to the exchange. "Hey." Alex chimed in. "I think that John would feel more comfortable if I was there."

John nodded even though he was a phone line. "I would, but its not 100% mandatory."

[Soph]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti - New Manhattan Mayor's Office

Frank sniggered along with her little joke, enjoying her cynicism. Suddenly his mouth became dry as an idea entered his head. "Hey Lyn." he asked, checking his watch. "It's about lunch-time." he informed. "Would you care to join me?" he asked, smoothly. "I know a really good place." he added. The Mayors usual suave had gone out the window, now that he was in the presence of a woman he truly appreciated, rather than simple eye-candy.

[Rach B]

Lyn Grave
New Manhattan Mayor's Office

"Sure, let's get some food." She said as she got up. She took his hand as they made their way out of the office. She followed his lead as soon as they were outside. Lyn was obviously cheerful while with Frank. She enjoyed being with him.

[Captian Caveman]

"Excellent, I shall contact you shortly, once I have finished my business with Mieux."

Sutler then turned to Meiux and tried to sit more as casually as his back would allow but managed to hoist his leg up to rest upon his other knee.

"So tell me about this place Meiux, just how is it you came into the possetion of this place, I must admit it the constant rocking too-and-fro motion of these trains is a strange sensation, not too dis-similar to a Vertibird mind you." He actually wasn't wholey dis-interested in what Mieux had to say but wasn't sure if it came across in his voice, talking to these people was a very unnatural and unpleasant sensation to him.

[Matthew Warren]

Alexander Scalatti

Alex sat back down on one of the sub way chairs. My life gets more interesting by the day. Alex pulled out his news paper and began to read it.

"Damn, the world was pretty [censored] up back then, no lie. I mean, only in desperate times would a nation like China invade the USA. I would have hated to live in the pre-war world's final days."

[Chavala]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti - Dukes Diner

The Mayor raised his brow, as he felt Lyns hand in his. Warm. he noted to himself. Not just on the outside, but on the inside too. For the first time, it was more than lust for Frank. He was completely unaware how to deal with the situation, but allowed his well trained instincts to guide him. He had courted many a women in his time. Surrounded by an array of hand picked guards, neither Lyn nor Frank were visible to the townspeople as they strolled into the city; over to a restaurant by the name of Dukes Diner.

"I used to come here every once in a while as a treat to myself." Frank told Lyn as he held the door open for her, like a true gentleman. "After a job, me and the guys managed to scraqe together enough to get a milkshake. Now Im here everyday!" he snorted. Taking a seat in one of the old Pre-War style booths, he ushered Lyn to take the seat across his.

The establishment was modestly sized, resembling an average diner from the old times, but was kept in remarkable condition. The checkered table clothes were clean, as were tables and chairs, the entire area was well lit, and no riff-raff was in sight.

"I'll take the usual; steak and Nuka Cola." he ordered as the waitress approached. Normally Frank would have tried his luck on such a beautiful lady, however he was with someone he thought was far more important. Lyn Grave. "What'll you have Lyn?" he asked, uttering her name with a sort of reverence.

[Josh Lozier]

Lyn Grave
Dukes Diner

Lyn gave Frank a warm smile as he opened the door for her. She took the seat across from him. She thought while Frank ordered first. Darn, I was going to have a steak. Don't want to sound redundant... "Grilled fish filet and a milkshake," She decided finally. After the waitress had left, she turned to Frank. "Will you let me try a bite of that steak?"

[Matt Bee]

Mieux, his face hidden in the paper, reading an article on how the food riots were continously getting worse, or were rather. Just as he finished the article, Mieux heard Sutler say about how he'd slowly dismember the NCR scouts, he simply rolled his eyes and muttered "Wasteland Savages", then flipped the page to read the latest movie reviews for the week. "Hmm, may have to find this movie." He was interuppted from his reading when Sutler asked about how he came to acquire the subway train and the line to the base. With a slight lower of the paper, just enough to show his cold calculating eyes to Sutler, he spoke condescendingly a single sentence, "Money and sheer force of will Mr. Sutler, that's all you need to know." What he hid from Sutler was a grim secret, the 'force of will' he used was a chlorine and formaldahyde gas bomb that suffocated every government official who fled in there before the war, the airtight blastdoors in the line essentially made it a deathtrap if you wanted it to be. He gassed the CIA employees watching the station, and the families hoping to flee before the bombs came. Mieux worried he'd be caught, but as fortune had it, two days after this act, the bombs fell on the Good Ol USA.

Though Mieux was just as rutheless as Sutler, he found violent torture a barbaric act, which he viewed the Enclave as Wastelanders with shiny armor, nothing more. To him, the educated people were those in his circle. Anyone else were tribals, and thus he viewed the Enclave as such. He was interuppted from his down his nose views when he heard Alex, he then said to Alex in an amused tone. "For the poor? Oh yes. But for a man who knew just what he wanted? It was a confidance mans game. I played the government like the fools they were, no offense Sutler." he said turning his face to Sutler, who obviously wasnt thrilled at that end comment.

[Kari Depp]

Director William Snowe - Antium, Zodiac Building

"Aim the satellite at the West Coast..." William ordered. Although the satellite was unarmed, it was for city scanning while V-L 1-3 was for personnel scanning. Sadly, there was no way of arming the satellite, even though it was built as an orbital bombing satellite, which pretty much expended all of its payload during the Great War.

"What the [censored]? Is THAT NCR?" The Antium Council asked worriedly. Cities were strewn throughout the entire West except for Washington. It seemed that the NCR was endless as their supposed territory made their way all the way to Colorado. That was a bad sign. Soon, the Mid East America would be theirs, and judging from how fast the NCR expanded, Antium would have no chance.

William sighed, hoping that in twenty years, Antium would have enough power to repel the NCR long enough for a new Securitron army to be born. But that was his child's job.

The council immediately discussed the threat. Many of them decided the moment the rocket artillery was active, a preemptive strike was necessary to keep them at bay. William shot it down. "No...a preemptive strike means more problems between New Manhattan and us. I'll talk to Frank about it."

With that, William and Sonia headed on the Zodiac V-1 on the roof of their penthouse and headed for New Manhattan. Eventually, he found Frank at the diner and went in with Sonia. William looked alert the moment he spotted Lyn. Bridgeport and the GP never had exactly...good relationships and is still in a sort of Cold War phase.

He sat down anyways. "Frank...we need to talk about the New Manhattan alliance."