[Mackenzie]

Adams rolled his eyes at the President's remarks. He knew Sutler was going to take advantage of this opportunity to belittle him, so, instead of reacting, he simply raised his eyebrows and sent a weak smile Sutler's way -- not as if he could manage much else, anyway.

Slumping on the chair and wrapping his arms around himself for extra warmth, Adams spoke up. "Yes, yes, I skimmed over the reports earlier. Couldn't focus much, but the news of Mieux's disappearance was too big to miss. It definitely rang some alarm bells, that's for sure; that man was our only potential ally and," a cough sprang up from Adams' throat, catching him unawares. It burnt, but he continued. "Excuse me, but yes, although 'ally' is a loose term, and I'm sure you'd rather remain isolationist, I feel it's good to keep these connections. Naturally, I want to know what the hell was happened recently -- [censored]'s hit the fan it seems. So, fill me in, what's the 411?"

Adams sat up in the comfy leather chair. His legs were shaking and his teeth pvssyring, despite the surprisingly cosy heat. Only attempt to conceal this was in vain.

[Darrell Fawcett]

Lyn Grave

"Don't ask me, ask him." Lyn stated as she gestured toward the deathclaw.

"Hrm...You are not a Beassst Lord. You may touch me if you wisssh. You need not fear hossstility from us. We would never act againssst the will of our sssuperior, and hisss will isss to treat humansss with kindnesss." The deathclaw finished his hissing drone then, and waited for Senet to make a move again.

[Joanne Crump]

Senet Massri:

"Cool!" she started stroking its snout, and she asked it a question

"Well, since you can talk, you ever been to Canada? Preferably Saskatoon?" she moved her foot in the dirt.
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Joey Gallo:

"Get me on the horn with Alex, NOW!" Barked Joey Gallo, he didn't usually yell at his underboss, but this was of extreme importance.

"Yes? Hello? GET ALEX ON THE PHONE NOW!"

[Brian LeHury]

"Yes, yes, I skimmed over the reports earlier. Couldn't focus much, but the news of Mieux's disappearance was too big to miss. It definitely rang some alarm bells, that's for sure; that man was our only potential ally and... "Excuse me, but yes, although 'ally' is a loose term, and I'm sure you'd rather remain isolationist, I feel it's good to keep these connections. Naturally, I want to know what the hell was happened recently -- [censored]'s hit the fan it seems. So, fill me in, what's the 411?"

Sutler was actually a little concerned, though he did his best to not let it show; Adams looked quite sick and, as much as Sutler didn't like him anymore, he never really wanted him to come to harm. "On the contrary Adams, I was rather enjoying Mieux's assistance on some matters, he was certainly an... interesting fellow I'll give him that. I was going to offer him the chance of actually being remembered after... after all this is over and we are long gone but our children," the words caught in his throat, he looked down and started again. "After our decendants have recolonised the mainland (Sutler still always refered to it as "the mainland"), we are long gone and all of the nightmares of the last few centuries have been swept away on the back of the New Project, whenever it shall be, I was going to offer Mieux the chance that his sacrifices and maybe even a few physical possetions of his survive. Lord knows his hotel won't, we won't be properly going to Manhattan for a long time colleague let me tell you."

Sutler went to pour Adams a whiskey but, remembering his current state, stopped himself and he simply topped up his own; Sutler stood up and drained it in a single go, he had his back to Adams, stood roughly in an "at ease" position and was looking over the illuminated projection behind him of Manhattan.

"As you know," Sutler continued, his back still to Adams. "Mieux has retired to... the surrounding areas' of Washington DC enough said. He has been replaced by that local mainlander thug, Alex Scalatti or some such. Another few gangs have spawned down by the old docks I believe, and in more important news I have ordered the Chicago Outpost citizens here to bolster our numbers. Manhattan is our final roll of the dice."

[Sara Lee]

Much of what Sutler said was a blur to Adams. Something about their descendents and Mieux's hotel, he couldn't tell, nor could he be bothered to try and understand. Only one name stood out -- Alex Scalatti. At first, Adams had little quarrel with Scalatti, and in fact considered him a potential ally. Recent findings changed that opinion.

"Scalatti, you say?" Adams strained in a horse tone, coughing yet again, and recalled the conference a few weeks ago."The friend of the meta-humans? That dog!" A flush of red rage appeared on Adams' pallor. "Mr. President... this is grave news, indeed. Surely you recognise the threat Scalatti and his mutant army poses to the homeland? What's our DEFCON? I believe it's in our country's best interest to increase our force readiness." Adams paused for a moment, hoping for the shot of pain in his head to disappear. With the adjustment of his cap, he continued. "The mobilisation of Chicago troops is a move in the right direction. You said it yourself: Manhattan is our last chance. We must not squander this opportunity -- the revival of the United States depends on our actions." Despite Adams' illness, he'd never lose his flair for the dramatic nor his obsession for America's rebirth.

Wiping off the sweat accumulating on his brow, Adams continued, trying retain at least a modicum of power in his voice. "With that said, assiduousness is key -- we cannot afford to be rash in our decisions. But, well, my ability to rationalise at this moment in time is limited; I leave that to you." Adams smirked, and proceeded to pull his cap down, hoping to shield off the beams of light shining off the illuminated projection of Manhattan.

"Of course, I may have this all wrong. Perhaps, though I doubt it, Scalatti has come to his senses? No, probably not. But what about the Gauss Project? I didn't have the willpower, nor the patience, to read through all the reports. Do they impose any limitations on Scalatti's power? And, more importantly, is there any chance of persuading Mieux to return? After all, it seems his charm has grown on you."

[jodie]

Alexander Scalatti + John Fairfield

John's face was dripping with sweat. After talking on the phone with Lake Federation Military Command in the Pitt, he realized just how bad tensions were flaring.

Alex on the other hand, was worried about attempts on his new found power. He knew that the Lake Federation recognized him as the leader of Arcadia, but most other faction leaders though of him as a hormone induced upstart with no experience.

Then, the phone rang. Alex walked over and picked up the phone. "Hello, this is a really damn bad time, what is it?"

[Yvonne]

Joey Gallo:

"Alex!" Joey beamed "First off, I need to meet in person, god knows what Frank or William put in these phones, mighta wired em. I want to meet you in person, come to the Costello Casino, we should have another reunion, we can organize ourselves for Frank and William. My spies know alot Alex, never underestimate the Costello Family. Be at the Casino at 10PM tonight." Joet said and hung up

"Vito!" yelled Joey Gallo

"Yes?" asked Vito Scalleta, Joey prized underboss

"Clear the Casino bar for a night, Alex will be coming there."

OOC:Alex, can you please accept it, and go to my Family's Casino?

[John N]

OOC: Well, Alex will come, but expect the Lake Federation President and Alex's wife to come.

Alexander Scalatti

Alex sighed. "Well, I have a old friend of mine, we need to get on over to his casino." Alex grabbed his briefcase and helped Ann get up.

John wiped his forehead as he nodded. The three headed over to the elevator and went down to the lobby.
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It took around thirty minutes to get to Evergreen. The Castello Casino was nowhere near as grand or opulent as Alex's CAPone. Alex thought that the casino was somewhat seedy.

John ran over to the door and held the door open for Ann and Alex. Ann muttered "Thanks" as she entered the casino. Alex shut the door quietly. In the casino, slow jazz was being played, and Alex swore there were pole dancers, which ere not allowed in his casino.

"Hello, is Frank here?" Alex asked as Ann and John took a seat on the counter.

[Tamara Primo]

Joey Gallo-Costello Casino-10 PM:

Joey, Vito, Carlo, and Aldo walked over to where the Scalatti's and The Lake Federation President sat.

"Welcome to my humble establishment!" Joey said with a smile "Now lets get to business. As we all know, Frank is a deceiving bastard. William is a [censored], and we don't need to get into that." Frank slipped a paper with the top of it saying:

New Manhattan Weekly Review

"That is a review of Frank and William's dealings for Antium, New Manhattan, and anything else." Joey said "Vito, get the wine, the one on the top of the frig."

[Britta Gronkowski]

Alexander Scalatti

Alex opened the letter. On it was a bunch of passwords, keys, evidence, and incriminating evidence. He grinned as he handed the paper over to Johnathan Fairfield. He also grinned after looking at the paper.

"Well Frank, you over did yourself this time." Alex grinned. "I don't believe you met my wife Ann, or my friend Johnathan Fairfield, who is the president of the Lake Federation."

[Abel Vazquez]

Frank Costello:

"I do my best Alex." He grinned. Frank extended his arm to Ann, and she shook it, as did John Fairfield. Vito came out with a bottle of Wine

"Alex, Ann, Mr.President, I've been keeping this wine for a special occasion." Frank opened it, and poured it into cups enough for everyone.

"Whats are we drinking for?" asked Aldo

"To Frank and William's downfall!" They all clanked glasses, and drank.

[Steeeph]

OOC: Johnathan Fairfield looks like http://sportsmed.starwave.com/media/pg2/2001/1130/photo/rocky_good_i.jpg

Alexander Scalatti + Ann Scalatti + John Fairfield

Alex took a sip out of the wine. It was pre-war, and it tasted wonderful. John thought so too; he downed the entire glass within thirty seconds.

"So, Frank, hows it been? I have not seen you for a while, I see you have a casino here."

John poured some more wine into his glass, and downed it again in a single sip. John was a strong guy, and even at age 16, he was beating fully grown men at beer drinking contests, well, that is what he claimed.

Ann on the other hand, was pretty weak. She once passed out after drinking a beer glass, and she never touched beer again. Alex liked beer, but never drank too much, save for meetings with his caravan drivers.

[jadie kell]

Joey Gallo:

"I've been wonderful! I hear you are the new head honcho of Arcadia! Congrats buddy!" Joey patted Alex on the back "The casinos a bit run down, ill make what I have." Joey reached into his trench-coat pocket, and handed the three people three cigars

"Our first of many gifts. Alex, do you plan to take over New Manhattan from that slime fink Frank?" Joey asked his friend, then, Joey remembered the Document

"Whos this Senet Massri? Apparently Frank had a affair with Senet and Lyn doesn't even know."

[x a million...]

Mieux leisured on the balcony of the place called 'Tenpenny Tower'. To those his surprise, they were new money, knowing nothing of intelligence. They reminded him of the people born into money back in his day. He sat on a lounge chair on his side of the penthouse level. He tried to stay truly retired, but his life of business couldn't be rid of him. To compromise, he had, through proxy, purchased a mercenary group called 'Talon Company' and paid for them to raid the old Our Lady of Hope Hospital. With a massive hoarde of various chemical compunds and Rad-X and Rad-Away, he took a Life Support machine and modified it. To his immense pride, his Frankenstein compound suceeded, but had left him weak. He spent the two weeks since he used it to recouperate. He was now feeling at 'acceptable' strength, according to his Auto-Doc. Mieux felt weird, not having to take his pills anymore. By his calculations, if his compound worked, it'd also reverse the damage done to his organs. He recorded every piece of detail from his experiment onto Holotape.

After he finished speaking into the recording device, he went inside, checking his small server, which he installed, monitoring all transmissions within a five hundred mile radius, courtesy of Tenpenny Towers height. He had a link on all the old Enclave Eyebots, wandering aimlessly in the Wastes with no purpose. He spit out the merlot he had been drinking. "W-What is this? No. It- Sutler- He....He died." He found, through a link with old military transmissions, that they were all passing through a place called 'Posiedon Energy Plant'. "How? I heard he died." Extatically, Mieux turned on the small terminals microphone he had jury rigged onto it. Linking through the various channels until it went through to the Energy plant listed. "Come in, Enclave come in. This is Justin Mieux, please, if anyone is listening, connect me to President Sutler. If anyone is listening, this Mieux, reporting to the Enclave"

[joannARRGH]

Borgia Manus

The ghoul examined Borgia for a moment before replying.

"Near miss, follow me."

Borgia followed the ghoul. His radio was playing on the counter where he had been standing, and as Borgia entered the backroom he caught the end of the broadcast.

1. Alexander Scalatti, that best man, became the leader of Arcadia after Meiux retired. I know he will do well, considering his experience running a huge caravan empire.

2. John Fairfield finked out and made a deal with William Snowe. What the [censored]? Why? Just launch an attack on the city and burn it to the damn ground! The Lake Federation has the soldiers to do it!

3. Just a few minutes ago, William, that commie son-of-a-[censored], attacked a harmless marching band full of innocent victims. This alone should be enough for the LF to attack.

I hope you enjoyed the news, I hope you take the A train, enjoy!

Borgia smiled to himself. He knew nothing of the politics or and such nonsense around New Manhattan, for instance the radio host talked of a John Fairfield and William Snowe. Two names Borgia had heard before, nor cared about. The only person he knew was apparently the new leader of Arcadia.

If I can continuing doing jobs for this guy, perhaps I'll one day become a friend. Then I'll slit his throat and take Arcadia, along with Manhattan, for Salvation.

Borgia's thoughts were interrupted by the ghoul.

"Alright, hand me the package, but I have some questions. Did you shoot any ammo, lose any helpers, or was anyone injured?"

Borgia studied the ghoul. Alex said nothing of a quiz when Borgia found the ghoul.

"Here, take the package and pay what's due. I don't know if you actually owe anything, to be honest I can't really remember my orders, but try to con me and I'll come back and put a bullet in between your eyes."

Borgia threw the package to the ghoul and continued. "What happened on my trip is of no concern to you. I don't mean to be difficult. Give me a valid reason and I'll give you your account."

[Kelly Osbourne Kelly]

Lyn Grave

"I know nothing of what you call 'Canada'. I was usssed by the Beassst Lordsss for mossst of my life. After that, I wandered, until I became the alpha male of the nessst this human found me in." The deathclaw hissed out as he pointed one of the sharp claws towards Lyn.

"The Beast Lords kept him in the Chicago area. Since he came east in the end of it all, I highly doubt he went north into Canada." Lyn added.

[Jesus Lopez]

Senet Massri:

"Ah, I heard about Chicago! See look I can spell it!" she pulled out a piece of paper she had in her pouch and wrote

Swacgo

The deathclaw and Lyn laughed.

[Miss K]

Alexander Scalatti

"Our first of many gifts. Alex, do you plan to take over New Manhattan from that slime fink Frank?" Frank asked his friend, then, Frank remembered the Document

"Whos this Senet Massri? Apparently Frank had a affair with Senet and Lyn doesn't even know."

Alex chuckled, "Well, when all of this is done, I will probably have control of New Manhattan, but I have no major plans right this second. The Lake Federation does however."

Alex raised an eyebrow about Franks next question. "Shes some Canadian tribal person that William wants some information from, I don't really know much about her."

Ghoul Shopkeep

"What happened on my trip is of no concern to you. I don't mean to be difficult. Give me a valid reason and I'll give you your account."

The ghoul laughed, "I don't mean to be hostile, but I reimburse anyone who delivers to Ghoul High because its a very dangerous route."

[Andrew Perry]

While Mieux awaited a reply on the radio, he paced the suite slowly, he spoke aloud to Mr. Utopia, who was installed into another terminal in his suite. "What will I do? I mean, I have the technological genius to do things, but, I can't go back to Manhattan Island can I? I mean, Alex is likely to hate me, maybe even want me dead. But, at the same time, I miss my old Penthouse. But, now that I'm not longer terminally ill, I have alot more clarity in my thought. Shame too, looks like I won't see that gorgeous dame Lyn again. But maybe, just MAYBE if Sutler is alive, I might be invited to his safety for a time. But still, Arcadia is mine damn it. MINE! It's my city, I built it. I showed Alex his potential-" he paused and inhaled deeply, then exhaled. "I need to just calm down, I'm getting over worked up." He put his hand to his forehead as he sat at the RobCo terminal on his desk, Mr. Utopia spoke to him, his suave voice being serious, seeing as he was not a DJ anymore. "You know sir, you and the Enclave might be able to kill Alex and replace him." Mieux swore in anger, "NEVER! I brought Alex under my wing, I turned him from some Vault guinea pig into a businessman, and then I left him to his own. If he isn't careful. Snowe and Vercelotti will eat him alive."

Mieux, still seated at the radio, sighed heavily, he didn't know what to do. He was hoping The Enclave really was alive still, though shakey it may be, their alliance was powerful because they want the same goal.

[Tamika Jett]

Borgia Manus

The ghoul laughed, "I don't mean to be hostile, but I reimburse anyone who delivers to Ghoul High because its a very dangerous route."

Borgia considered it for a moment. "We killed six raiders, that's be six bullets. We're very precise. Now, I'll take my payment and return to Mr Scalatti. Thank you for your time."


After Borgia concluded his business with the ghoul he left Ghoul High. The way back to New Manhattan was less exciting, the men ran into one lone raider. After taking the boat back Borgia ordered his men back to Salvation Beach. He then set off towards CApone, in hopes that Alex would still be there.

He entered and looked to the hulking bouncer standing the door.

"I don't suppose Scalatti is here, no?" Borgia enquired.

[Allison Sizemore]

http://www.thesharkguys.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/bar-bouncer-775183.jpg

Big Bulky Bouncer

"I don't suppose Scalatti is here, no?" Borgia enquired.

"Nos, he left for the Castello Casino in Evergreen, now [censored] off," The bouncer said as he greeted other guests and let them through.

[Marine x]

Borgia Manus

"Nos, he left for the Castello Casino in Evergreen, now [censored] off," the bouncer snapped at Borgia before turning to other guests.

"Fat [censored]," Borgia muttered as he shoved through the bouncer and entered CApone.

"I think I'll wait here," Borgia announced and sat on a couch at the other end of the floor.. An image flashed in his mind, but he ignored it.

Later, he thought to himself, producing a cigarette from his pocket

[Roisan Sweeney]

"Of course, I may have this all wrong. Perhaps, though I doubt it, Scalatti has come to his senses? No, probably not. But what about the Gauss Project? I didn't have the willpower, nor the patience, to read through all the reports. Do they impose any limitations on Scalatti's power? And, more importantly, is there any chance of persuading Mieux to return? After all, it seems his charm has grown on you."

Sutler sighed weirly, "Look Colonel, I have no idea, I don't keep up to date with wasteland affairs; anything which our eyebots cannot hear or see on the streets is unknown to us. From what I gather it was Mieux who carved Scalatti into a sub-human being of slightly more significance, I doubt Mieux would allow any sanctions to be placed on it; besides, this Scalatti controls most of the trade, the Gauss Project is just a poorly named psuedo-communist dictatorship." Sutler felt his Gauss Pistol in his holster, it comforted him. "You should know Colonel that Mieux has little chance of growing on me, you can grow on me but Mieux can only become slightly more valuable, such is the difference between a man and a slave." Sutler finished his whiskey.

The internal telephone rang again, Sutler turned, sat in his seat and picked up the receiver, "Office of the President," he said gruffly through an unlit cigarette in his mouth which he fumbled to light with his free hand.

"Sir we're receiving a radio-communication from a RobCo facility to the north, haven't confirmed it's location but it is directly addressed you, that Justin Mieux or so he claims."

Sutler paused for a second, pondering what to do...

"Get a Verti-Assault team on standby, trace that signal and hold the transmittion, we're coming down."

Sutler replaced the receiver and in a swift movement rose and grabbed his hat.

"Colonel, that was Mieux broadcasting from DC. He's managed to find us, sending a Verti-Assualt team to collect him the second we ping the bastard! Come on, we need to get to the control room."

Sutler returned the salutes as he approached the communications terminal, the current officer recoiled and Sutler put the headphones on and leaned closer to the microphone. "Mieux... this is President Sutler, please identify your signal origin. Over."

[Heather beauchamp]

OOC: Just been thinking, and I'm still a little confused as to how the GP could be regarded a communist movement, or state, rather. If Snowe's communism is akin to that proposed by Marx, surely there wouldn't be business owners leaving in fancy houses, much less an autocratic government.

Maybe I'm getting this all twisted, but still, an explanation would be nice. If it's like this just for the sake of the RP, then I'm cool with that.

Adams chuckled weakly. Slave, eh? The sense of superiority placed on Adams pleased him; the feeling forced him to muster a small smile. Still, the idea of a large-scale communist movement was worrying -- if the Gauss Project were to establish themselves as a superpower, along with their technological prowess, they'd effectively halt all progress. America would be at an eternal standstill... Adams mused solemnly, diminishing the smile on his face. He was about to speak before the telephone began to ring.

Eager to listen, Adams turned his head slightly and edged his head forwards. Nothing, though judging from Sutler's expression, something was up. The President placed the phone down and addressed Adams.

"Colonel, that was Mieux broadcasting from DC. He's managed to find us, sending a Verti-Assualt team to collect him the second we ping the bastard! Come on, we need to get to the control room."

Adams' eyebrows raised, though the rest of his face remained expressionless. He wasn't quite sure what to think, nor did he have the time to; Sutler had already paced off at incredible speed. Adams got on to his feet, straightened his coat and began to lumber behind the President. Even the soft humming of the bunker's generators penetrated Adams' skull -- he wasn't quite sure as to how his condition would allow him to return to his diplomatic duties any time soon, let alone the field. Grimacing and hunched over, trying to avoid the light, the Colonel entered the control room, where Sutler was already trying to contact Mieux.

Not wishing to interupt, Adams slouched on a chair a few yards from the communications terminal. The seat was hard and forced the Colonel to sit straight. Further exasperated, Adams grabbed communications officer by the sleeve and pulled him down to his level.

"Fetch me a glass of water, would you?" Adams asked in brash tone, spitting. No doubt, his breath stank.

"Of course, sir," the officer replied warmly, though was tugged back as he rose to his feet.

"And a pillow or something, too. Like I'm sitting on a rock, here." Adams let go and the officer nodded.

Adams sighed, and proceeded to stare blankly at his feet. Sutler would inform him of their progress soon enough.

[m Gardner]

Joey Gallo + Gallo Family:

Joey pondered in his mind courses of action

"I have a idea." he said "We can kidnap Senet right infront of Frank, give him a choice. New Manhattan, or the girl."