[NAtIVe GOddess]

OOC: I think ive mentioned Vito before, if you want to know what he looks like, go to google images, and type in "Vito Scaleta"

Vito Scaleta:

Vito and 10 Mafioso's walked into New Manhattan, they found Frank Vercelotti 'palace'. Guards approached the group.

"Where the hell do you think your going?" said one of them

"To see Mayor Vercelotti." Vito said coldly

"Well, im going to tell Frank about this." Said a guard to the Guard leader, and the Guard ran into the building.

"Keep your Tommy's ready, If they try anything...." Vito whispered
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Senet Massri:

"Hey Lyn, thats your name right? Uhm, isn't Frank your husband or something?" Senet Asked

[Christine Pane]

OOC: im going to ditch the nick name when i refer to JB as James because it looks better if anyone asks his name he will still tell them JB if he does not yet trust them


Listening for hours James sighs then begins to clean up his gear and head back to his bunker and clean his gear. After 20 minutes he finishes cleaning up the equipment he heads south in the tunnels humming Stars and Stripes Forever to himself. After walking for an hour he Happens across a room he has not seen before.

James: Interesting I will Mark It and come back later. He uses his pencil to mark a circle on the door and continues on. Returning to the entrance to his bunker he removes the rubble and other things hiding the entrance. He opens the heavy door and closes it behind him.

Now in the buffer room James walks to the terminal and sets his gear down then types (Amazing_Grace1*) and the monitor Displays "Welcome back LT. Beneteau" and the two options being "open buffer doors to decon" and "system matinence" he chooses to open the buffer doors and log out. "the door opens"

James: Grunts as he picks his gear up and walks into decon, as the door shuts and locks behind him blue censors light the room scanning him and anything else that could be in the room with a low buzzing sound when the scan the forward door opens. James walks into his bunker and puts his gear away then begins to clean his weaponry as he is so used to doing after being outside his bunker

[Ernesto Salinas]

Lyn Grave

"Frank is my boyfriend." Lyn replied to Senet. Her mind was miles away though.

Who could be strong enough to challenge a deathclaw? Perhaps the boost from power armor would help, but I'm sure te person inside would have to be strong as well. Frank might be a good choice...The mechanical heart would give him an edge, but I'm sure he wouldn't like the idea. Gramps is really strong, so he would probably be a good back-up option. Plus, where would I get a suit of power armor? The Enclave would have them, but I'm positive they would never let a 'savage, non pure wastelander' such as myself borrow one. As much as I hate the idea, I might have to ask the Brotherhood of Steel for a suit.

Lyn shuddered a bit as she thought of going to the Brotherhood for help.

[Charlotte Buckley]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

The Mayor stood in front of a mirror in the bathroom, adjusting his fresh pair of clothes, his old ones sent for washing as it had coffee stains all over it. He barely paid any attention to himself as he combed his hair neatly into place.

The mafia under new management? That can't be. It mustn't be the New Manhattan Mafia. Something else. Could it be that syndicate run by Graves? No, they've made dealings with Mr. Mieux. he was contemplating when a sudden and panicky knock was heard from the door.

"Sir, they're here!" the muffled voice called from behind the door.

Franks heart dropped. So soon?

"I'll be right out." he answered in a determined voice, as he made the final adjustments on his appearance, making himself look perfect as usual. Leaving the bathroom he returned to his office and sat himself down, ordering Tony to call in the men waiting outside.

"Only the leader. And search em, no weapons enter this building." he stated, pulling out a bottle of wine to offer the man he was about to meet. He also made a point to check if his pistol was loaded.

Let's see what you got, big boy. The Mayor smiled to himself grimly.

[Dean Brown]

Alexander Scalatti

Alex pip-boy began to vibrate. Alex received the call, then hung up. "Sorry Joey, we need to leave now, you are always welcome in my penthouse in Arcadia. Just mention your name to the receptionist.

And with that, Alex, John, and Ann left the building and drove off in a jeep.
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Alex entered the "Scalatti Tower" as it was now called. The old Meiux Tower logo was being torn down, and a new sign was being placed. The receptionist pointed to Meiux sleeping on a sofa in the lobby.

Alex walked over and tapped Meiux on the shoulder. "Hello, why are you here?"

[Portions]

Vito Scaleta:

Vito walked into the building, and was searched. He lost all his weapons

They must know alot, they even checked for hideout weapons...The guards even look Mafia like.... Vito thought to himself

Vito walked into a room, a few guards walked behind him.

Could kill em with a one two with a .44.. Vito chuckled, even though he had no weapon

"Mr.Vercelotti." Vito extended his hand "Vito Scaleta of the Gallo Family. Have you heard of us?"
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Joey Gallo:

Joey watched the Scaletti's and Fairfield leave on a jeep, he ran down a flight of stairs into a former bunker, converted into a Military planning room, strategic map, and a armory. He walked into the map room

"Sir, all areas are up to check, Mieux is gone. I don't think he will come back, he might, if he does, we can only hope that Alex doesn't let him."

[Amie Mccubbing]

Alexander Scalatti

Alex pip-boy began to vibrate. Alex received the call, then hung up. "Sorry Joey, we need to leave now, you are always welcome in my penthouse in Arcadia. Just mention your name to the receptionist.

And with that, Alex, John, and Ann left the building and drove off in a jeep.
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Alex entered the "Scalatti Tower" as it was now called. The old Meiux Tower logo was being torn down, and a new sign was being placed. The receptionist pointed to Meiux sleeping on a sofa in the lobby.

Alex walked over and tapped Meiux on the shoulder. "Hello, why are you here?"

For Colonel

[Brandi Norton]

OOC: Name, please read the previous threads. All Franks men are ex-mafia. The mafia are probably the one thing they know about. Plus, entering with a weapon when a RPer wishes one not to is considered ubering. Please change it, or I'll have to have a word with Alex. Also Alex, it would help if you would enforce your own rules once in a while. This is the biggest RP right now, it's a big responsibility and QA won't be easy, but it will be necessary. Sorry for sounding so preachy, but it must be done to ensure everyone has a good time. I hope you guys understand.

Edit: Oh yeah and there aren't any spears. Atleast acquaint yourself with the locations first..

[Jynx Anthropic]

John Farbanks

John walked along the North Wall, gently gliding his hand over it's old, cracked and dusty surface.

This thing won't last much longer, there's holes everywhere, he thought to himself. He came across a rather large hole, and busied himself by filling it with some plaster, and smoothing it over. I have to fix more and more of these everyday...

After finishing the makeshift repair, he continued to wander.

Maybe I'll pay a visit to the North Square today. I might be able to pick up a job or two, I'm getting low on plaster, and I need some flour.

John started to make his way towards North Square. He wandered around a bit, observing the people passing. He eventually made it to the square, and headed towards a brightly lit bar, with a sign above it called "CAPone". He walked inside, and looked straight to the bar.

"I need to talk to your boss." John told the bartender.

"He's out."

"Any idea when he'll get back? I'm looking for a job."

"No idea. But stay a while, buy some drinks."

Couldn't hurt, I haven't had a drink in a while. John proceeded to spend the rest of the day at the bar, drinking lightly and conversing with fellow citizens. After the day at the bar, he headed home, unsure of what might happen the next day

[Symone Velez]

OOC: Sorry, editing now.

[Elina]

OOC: Ramendia, I'm liking your depiction of an intelligent deathclaw, and you've implemented him well into the RP. Hopefully you've build on what you've already done -- it's fun to read about.

The communications officer, glass of water in his hand and two pillows under his arm, returned to the Control Room. Adams yanked the glass from the officer’s hand vigorously, resulting in a large splash falling onto and drenching his coat.

“Gah! Look what you’ve done! You have any idea what this coat means to me?” Adams snapped, before taking a hearty swig.

“I-I’m sorry, sir.” He began to place the pillows behind Adams’ back and under his buttocks. “You have my deepest apologies. It won’t happen again. My-“

“All right, all right. Apology accepted. Return to your duties.” Adams waved the officer away, though quickly retracted his hand to cover the violent cough flying out his mouth. He took another gulp before turning to face the rather flustered looking Sutler.

"Bastard thinks he can do without us 'eh?" He whirrled around on Adams, "Mieux refused to submit to the proper testing channels required to come here, he'll be back though soon enough, who else can help him like we can?"

Adjusting his pillow slightly, Adams replied. “Hmm, well obviously I didn’t catch the conversation, but I wouldn’t underestimate that man. There's no guarenteeing he'll return to us. Just look at his tower, look at him, there’s he reason he’s found so much success in his life, Mr. President. He possesses a set of skills unique to him; a set of skills we could very much use. Truth is, us and Mieux, we need each other if progress is to be made. It’s just important that you and I take the appropriate steps to ensure we come out on top. Second fiddle is not an option, as I’m sure you’re well aware.” Adams cleared his throat before continuing. He winced at the burning sensation in his gullet. “With all due respect, rejecting Mieux on the grounds that he denied a genetic compliancy is nothing more than utter imprudence. I strongly suggest you re-establish contact as soon as. Remember, he came to us. Any deal we strike is likely benefit the Enclave. After we’ve used Mieux, do what you wish with him. Dispose of him if you must. It’d be sad to see him go, and it’s hard to deny the ingenuity he’s shown is that of a true American, is it not?"

Finished, Adams sank in his chair and exhaled, drinking the last few drops of water. He clicked for the officer and held the glass out. “Refill.”

Adams' condition prevented him for adopting a more fiery tone towards Sutler, and it stung. He was largely defenseless against any verbal attack from the President. As much as hated to do so, Adams intended to keep the discussion of civil nature.

[Jessie Rae Brouillette]

OOC: Thank you, and sorry for sounding like such as ass, but I had to be firm with it. Oh and, good to see you again Chriso.

BIC:

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

"Mr.Vercelotti." Vito extended his hand "Vito Scaleta of the Gallo Family. Have you heard of us?" said the suited, fedora wearing man who had entered.

The Mayor shook his hand and offered him a seat. "It's a pleasure Mr. Scaleta." he forced a smile. Gallo Family, huh? I thought they went under. "I've heard of the Gallo Family. Even had the pleasure of doing a job for them when I was younger." he answered, referring to his youth as an assassin before he became a made man in the Malone Family, and before the Malone Family put the city into a stranglehold, officially calling itself the New Manhattan Mafia. "You'd be surprised to know that I used to be just like you." he gleamed, pouring two glasses of wine, one for himself and one for the guest.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, pushing one of the glasses over to the Mafia boss, and taking a sip of his own. "Cigar?" he interrupted.

[Alyna]

OOC:I'm writing Senet off at this point, if you guys liked the character, sorry!

Senet Massri:

Senet sat on the ground, watching the deathclaws, she soon got up, and walked away. Then, she heard the sound of a

swoop swoop swoop\

She ran away, far away. But there was no running. She forgot about the Canadian Army, they wouldn't stand for desertion, they would execute a deserter, or throw them in a prison in the far north and forget about them. She hid a ruined building, with radroaches and other mutants crawling in the deathly streets. A chopper landed, she saw men in armor of the Canadian Army come out. They saw her, and captured her. A man broke the silence.

"Corporal Senet Massri of the 2th Army, 4th Division, 7th Battalion, you are under arrest for desertion, not following specific orders of taking over tribals, and disregarding a body of a superior." he barked at her as his men dragged her, and threw her into a chopper.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" said the man

"[censored] YOU!" she screamed.

But that was in vain, she would be taken to Winnipeg, and put on trial. Her life was just about over, she was gone, nothing was left.

"Ya know what, ill make sure you get sent to the north, execution is too good for you!" screamed the officer.

[Floor Punch]

“With all due respect, rejecting Mieux on the grounds that he denied a genetic compliancy is nothing more than utter imprudence. I strongly suggest you re-establish contact as soon as. Remember, he came to us. Any deal we strike is likely benefit the Enclave. After we’ve used Mieux, do what you wish with him. Dispose of him if you must. It’d be sad to see him go, and it’s hard to deny the ingenuity he’s shown is that of a true American, is it not?"

Sutler tried not to look too exhasperated, "God-dammit Adams if he wants to become a citizen of our society I need more than his word , the man refused to give a simple blood sample; he won't need "disposing of" if he is not a mutant, once he's proved that he's as American as you or I. He offered our asistance in helping establish him as leader of his empire and in return, do you know what that [censored] offered? A cure for those damn rotting mutants, ghouls whatever the mainlanders call them; what kind of offer is that? If I want motivation from any facet of mainlander I will do so by shooting less of them, the barrel of a plasma rifle to the head of a wheeping child should be enough to get them to work, that or systematic culling of thier society." Sutler had worked himself up again, he paused and took a breath, followed by another couple of drams of whiskey.

"I have no objection to Mieux becoming a citizen of our bastion, infact I would welcome another bod on board, I'll rephrase, but not alter, my offer at the next opertuinity."

[James Smart]

Lyn Grave

Lyn watched as Senet ran off. She saw a helicopter fly overhead soon after. She assumed that something was happening between the two, but she knew that there was nothing she could do. She decided to return to New Manhattan, to see if Frank was back. As she walked toward the place, she saw a large amount of people gathered. He must be meeting some people. She walked into the room uninterrupted. Everyone knew that she was Frank's girlfriend, so they didn't do anything. She walked in on Frank talking with another man.

"Yo, Frank. How is my man doing?" Lyn said as she sat down next to him.

[Gemma Flanagan]

“Well, well, it’s good to see you’ve seen the light, Mr. President. I’ve no doubt that Mieux will prove invaluable to our progress within the surrounding region,” Adams strained, though a sense of contentment was evident on his face. “Though, I’ll be honest with you, your denial of Mieux’s offering is fair. But like I said, he came to us, the Enclave first.”

Adams narrowed his eyes and scratched his scraggily beard in thought.

“Hmm, perhaps you were right earlier; maybe… maybe he can’t go it alone. If that’s the case, then surely we can coax something more desirable out of him. He possesses knowledge, if nothing else; priceless knowledge. And with our general ignorance of foreign affairs, good information is like gold dust.”

The footsteps approaching Adams drew his attention – the communications officer had returned. Carefully, Adams took the glass from his servant’s hands. They nodded simultaneously before the Colonel returned to Sutler.

“Anyway, in regard to Mieux’s citizenship within the Enclave, I leave that to you. Let’s be honest, you haven’t really been beating around the bush with your beliefs on outsiders. He has no reason to truly trust you, just as you don’t him. All I can suggest is that we deploy a small fireteam to Mieux’s aid as a sign our of good will, but I have reason to believe we need to be conservative of our troops.”

Beginning to feel the heat after feeling rather chilly for the past hour or so, Adams rolled up his sleeves. Never a middle ground, is there?

“Look, whatever your personal views may be, let’s just try and think about the bigger picture, yes? Around the grand scheme of things. Put your sentiments to one side and think about the Enclave’s needs. I hate to say it, but we might just have to deal with the devil. Though like I said, we must come out on top.”

Adams began to nurse his glass and his eyes, independently, narrowed slightly. As the day grew older, as did Adams’ patience for talk. Determined to remain focused, he sat up in his chair.

[Bonnie Clyde]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

Before the mafiosi could respond, his beautiful girlfriend entered the office and sat down next to Frank casually. "Yo, Frank. How is my man doing?" she said.

The Mayors tense face erupted into a smile as he leaned into a passionate kiss. "I was thinking about you." he whispered into her ear before drawing back into his seat. "I apologize, Mr. Scaleta, this is my girlfriend, Lyn." he introduced. What's her last name again? he wondered before shrugging the thought off. If I ask, she'll be even more disappointed. It's better to look like an ass, than talk and prove it. . . Or something like that.

"As you were saying?" he continued, pouring a third glass for Lyn and offering it to her lovingly.

[u gone see]

Vito Scaleta:

"Thank you." Vito took the glass and the cigar, he lit the Cigar and took a puff. He set the glass down.

"Mr.Vercelotti, I think it would be in your best interest that Alex Scalatti and the Lake Federation are plotting against you. They plan to take over New Manhattan, it would be wise to heed my information, Frank...." Vito downed the shot of wine.

[Abel Vazquez]

Lyn Grave

Lyn let out a sigh at Vito's news. "Because we REALLY need another war..." Lyn said with obvious sarcasm.

"Oh, and Frank, I need to talk to you about something important." Lyn said before downing her drink. She wasn't sure how well Frank would respond to the idea, so she prepared for the worst.

[Eliza Potter]

“Well, well, it’s good to see you’ve seen the light, Mr. President. I’ve no doubt that Mieux will prove invaluable to our progress within the surrounding region. Though, I’ll be honest with you, your denial of Mieux’s offering is fair. But like I said, he came to us, the Enclave first.”

“Hmm, perhaps you were right earlier; maybe… maybe he can’t go it alone. If that’s the case, then surely we can coax something more desirable out of him. He possesses knowledge, if nothing else; priceless knowledge. And with our general ignorance of foreign affairs, good information is like gold dust.”

“Anyway, in regard to Mieux’s citizenship within the Enclave, I leave that to you. Let’s be honest, you haven’t really been beating around the bush with your beliefs on outsiders. He has no reason to truly trust you, just as you don’t him. All I can suggest is that we deploy a small fireteam to Mieux’s aid as a sign our of good will, but I have reason to believe we need to be conservative of our troops.”

“Look, whatever your personal views may be, let’s just try and think about the bigger picture, yes? Around the grand scheme of things. Put your sentiments to one side and think about the Enclave’s needs. I hate to say it, but we might just have to deal with the devil. Though like I said, we must come out on top.”

Sutler waited patiently for Adams to finish, back in the old days this hippie [censored] wouldn't have been tolerated.

"I have not seen the light, Mieux was always a decent sort I suppose but him being a mainlander meant that regardless of how much he did for us he was still an enemy. If Mieux knew me he would know that once he has been confirmed as genetically compliant I would be loathed to raise a finger against him, he would be eligable for citizenship and therefore my friendship. If he can be confirmed as one of us then I would gladly work with him, share a drink even out-duty, he would be one of us. I shall persue him and take his blood at gunpoint if necessary, hell maybe even literally. Once he has been confirmed a human being then we wouldn't be dealing with any devils but rather continuing our work. Our goal now should be to find Mieux and bring him here."

[Chelsea Head]

Adams simply sighed. Though this exhalation was not a true reflection of his feelings to what Sutler had just said, it would suffice; the energy to express his pent up anger and rebuke the President was lost on him. So, that's all it takes? One measly blood sample and all of a sudden he's your best friend and a trustworthy colleague? Tomfoolery! Senselessness!
Rubbing his dry eyes, Adams replied.

"As you wish, Mr. President. Persuing Mieux is our primary objective. Though, be warned; if he passes this 'genetic compliancy' test, don't believe for a moment he'll be any less willing to stab us in the back for his own selfish desires. Charming though he is, he's a slippery bastard, also. Remember the time not too long when he tried to take me under his wing, all of which you were completely oblivious to until I revealed it moments later? Be catious, be very catious."

In his peripheral sight, Adams noticed the communications officer edging ever closer -- a poorly hidden attempt to eavesdrop. Adams was about to open his mouth but thought better of it. Instead, he leaned closer towards Sutler.

"I suggest we continue this conversation another time," he whispered, before resuming his original position. Adams looked over to the comms officer; his eyes were stuck to the screen, focusing on work. Content, the Colonel turned back around, but sure to keep his voice down. "Anyway, if you're wanting someone to just sit here and listen to you blabber on about these impractical, anachronistic methods of yours, send for Secretary Hamilton -- I'm sure he'd be most happy to get on his knees and lick the mud of your boots. Just be sure to give him a biscuit after he's done; he's a good little pup." Adams paused for a moment, catching his breath; it was tiring to speak for too long, especially with someone as combative as Sutler. Gulping half his glass, he continued.

"But between you and I, let's formulate a plan. Any ideas as to how we're to go about Mieux's capture? Going by what you've told me, I find it doubtful that he's intending to remain at his current residence, where ever that may be. Hell, it wouldn't surprise me if he's had the audacity to return home." Adams chuckled slightly, mostly due to the thought of Mieux wandering what where once his own streets, powerless. Shaking it off, Adams returned his attention back to Sutler. "In any case, let's keep this brief; my eyes are shutting themselves, and this seat's really beginning to piss me of."

OOC: Ugh, this is partly why I wanted to introduce a new character; as an Enclave citizen in a senior position, it feels somewhat silly to criticise the traditional Enclave views, regardless of the events in Fallout 3. Oh, well, I'll stick with it, of course.

[helen buchan]

Spoiler

Name:Aniela Lombardi
Age:23
Race:Italian
Occupation:Slaver
Appearance:Black hair, tanned white skin, green eyes.
Personality:A woman forced into a Slaving business, isn't too pleased. She has a soft side.
Gear:http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-r2dXVQUg/S3hFuZQpvzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Hf-yroS_MO8/s400/waste2.jpg with http://www.cherylsuniform.com/images/SJHSKhakiPantsZC.jpg
Weapon:http://webspace.webring.com/people/uh/holderoftheblade/ww2/mosin_scope.jpg, http://www.usmilitariaforum.com/uploads//monthly_01_2009/post-4647-1233187238.jpg, http://www.lonewolf3d.com/images/Colt1911wallpaper1024.jpg
Other: (Optional): Rope for Slaves, a http://www.vpcam.com/members/1402226/uploaded/9158.jpg, http://www.coverbrowser.com/image/vintage-books/1355-1.jpg, and a golden wrist watch
Backstory: (Can be explained during the RP.): She was born in the ruins of New York City (actual New York City, not Arcadia, Not New Manhattan) to a wanderer and a Caravaneer, she was given to a passing man, who was a slaver, who brought her to Liberty Lost, where she was taught the Slaving ways. She got her first rifle at 10, she was given a Slaving position at 19. She is now mainly focusing at slaving passing caravans from the North, South, and West headed to Arcadia and New Manhattan

(More Explained in RP)

Aniela Lombardi:

Aniela aimed down her scope of the Mosin Nagant, she spotted a caravan. Two armed guards, and four caravaneers.

"Calvin!" she pointed to a slaver in the corner of the ruined house "Go and distract them, if wandering around in New York isn't enough."

Calvin nodded, he picked up his Trench Gun, and walked outside, with the night of the New York, and no light that ever got through. It was terrible, but they had lanterns. Aniela waited for a few minutes, she heard talking, two shotgun blasts, and shrieking.

She walked outside, with about seven other slavers, she smiled.

"Welcome to slavery. I will play my part, the slaver, and you will play yours, the slaves." she motioned for the slave collars to be put on, which were, after a brief tussle with a girl.

"This is our last catch of the day, lets go back to the boat. Marco has had enough sitting in that bobbing boat.
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"Bout damn time!" said Marco, with ten slaves behind him "Lets go back to Lost, shall we?"

They got in the boat, and drove to the Liberty Lost. It was the old Ellis Island area. To them, it was home.

Home at last...Home at last. Aniela thought to herself as the boat stopped at a ladder.

[Hannah Whitlock]

OOC: Sorry, Sims 3 is taking over my spare time :laugh:

Mieux yawned, having been not properly slept in days, due to his final editing of his notes on his cure. Mieux looked at Alex and responded curtly, "Hello Mr. Scalatti. In short, I'm here for what's mine, IE, posessions of no value to anyone save myself. I could have used my key to just waltz upstairs, but, that'd be rude. So I decided to be polite about it. Shame about the sign, Mieux had such a warm sensation to it's utterance, but, it's your tower now. Oh and, word to the wise, I'd be careful if I were you, I just found out a day or so ago that the Enclave is alive and well, of course, this tower now has very little left that the Enclave would have use for, seeing as all the server software and data is in this suitcase. In any case, I'll come back for it in due time." Mieux simply got up, the handcuff on his hand that attatched the suitcase to his arm. "Au Revoir Mr, Scalatti." he said quietly, walking out the doors of the tower. As he walked down the street to the vertibird he had first taken when he left, he smirked a grin that held a proud and deceitful confidence. He went back on board the vertibird, the colonel who had become his cheufer asked where to. "Before we go, send an encrypted text message via that console, to that Energy base of the Enclave that I surrender."

Mieux, playing a desperate gamble, lured the Enclave into the open, his message was simple, send a vertibird to the southern docks of the Manhattan Island. Mieux had had the Vertibird drop him off, with only his suitcase and the clothes on his back, and wanted his colonel gone so he wouldnt be hurt." After a few hours waiting on an old cement dock zone, he heard a Vertibird land in the fog, Mieux, hiding behind crates, listened in, he could hear their filtered voices. "Remember, the President want's him alive, dead if he pulls a gun." Mieux smirked, "Heh, the old abuse your captives game hm? Fine, I'll bite." he said softly. "Attention Enclave soldiers, this is Justin Mieux, I am coming out peacefully, do not fire, repeat, I am not hostile." He heard the guns being aimed, likely at the crates he was hiding behind. "Before you think about touching me, this suitcase doesnt leave my wrist without my say so. Try and pick it's lock, and we all die." Mieux wasn't smirking this time, the contents of that case were very dear to him. I am a citizen of the United States of America. I have the proper paperwork to prove it, but it is for Colonel Adams or President Sutlers eyes only." They patted him down, disarming him of his 10mm pistol. "You'll get this back once you leave our custody 'citizen'." The soldier, said sternly, stressing the word 'citizen' with a sense of sarcasm. Mieux didnt even bother responding, he simply got in to the Vertibird, whos windows were apparently blacked out just for Mieux, "Oh good, look's like I wont be getting stuck with anesthetics." He soon heard the vertibirds rotors, then felt it lurch forward. Taking him to the base, which was being hidden from Mieux by keeping him from seeing out the side windows, and the cockpit of this vertibird was a seperate compartment. Mieux did and said nothing, not wanting any reason for the Enclave to attempt to justify his detainment beyond his willing compliance.

Editted Post to be more interesting.

[NeverStopThe]

OOC: You know I'm kind of curious why The Enclave and Antium aren't working together. The former Gauss Project should be pure strain humans. I know of their political differences but with significant lack of numbers the Enclave should be looking for any pure strain humanity to add to their ranks.

Leon "Eclipse" Graves - Port Neptune - Graves' Spire

Mieux's tech finally had finished installing the terminal and view screen device which Leon marveled at for some time. The tech made a hasty retreat to the waiting Vertibird once the job was complete. After spending the better part of an hour looking over the technology Leon looked down remembering he still had the vertibird schematics in hand. Beckoning to one of the guards stationed outside the room Leon asked her to deliver the briefcase to Moffet and Falco at the R & D building. Once the woman set out on her assigned task Leon took a seat in his elegant red office chair and turned on the radio to catch up on Port Neptune's news.

PNR

"Good afternoon, Port Neptune! I'm Jason Hampton and I'm proud to reintroduce my co-host Ashley Maynard whose been out sick the last couple of days."

It's great to be back listeners and I'm thankful for all the people who sent me their best! But were here to talk about the news right, Jason!"

"That's right Ashley and boy do we have some juicy stories for you today loyal listeners."

"Well first we've had unconfirmed rumors that Justin Mieux the former head of Arcadia has returned to the New Manhattan region and that Port Neptune's own Leon Graves is on the lookout for him. In other news there was an attack on Bridgeport's Super Mutant population supposedly by the residents of Ghoul High but this has been unsubstantiated so far but we'll keep you in the loop as more information is gathered. There was also an attack on a Lake Federation marching band that was celebrating the appointment of the terrorist Alex Scallati. The attackers were named as Guass Project who have a settlement to the north known as Antium. We've also gotten several accounts that the Enclave is still going strong I repeat the Enclave still has it's grip into the New Manhattan region. This goes against the earlier reports that they had abandoned this region.

"Now Jason why don't we switch gears to some positive news for a change."

"Alright, Ashely we've gotten several reports that the raiders of Popgoestheweasel have been dispatched by Port Neptune's finest. We've sent out two reporters to gather more information on this excting development so stay tuned for further updates."

"Thanks, Jason. Now before we put on the tunes we'd like to thank one of our biggest sponsors Fontaine Fisheries for their funding that keeps PNR going. So if your hungry pick up some of Fontaine's Finest. Without further ado here's http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lD1Fjird9XI

[Charles Mckinna]

OOC: Double Post.