[Nicola]

OOC: You guessed right, Martyr. The only difference between Autumn’s and Adams’ trench coat is that Adams’ is black.

Adams nodded in satisfaction as Kong’s men scrambled about, unloading the vertibird of its cargo. He addressed Kong.

“All right, good work, Major. You’re running a tight ship here, it seems. Keep up this level of diligence and I’m sure we’ll get along just fine. Anyway, this is no time for chit-chat – give me your update. What’s to report? I’d prefer not to be kept out of the dark,” Adams ordered, before catching sight of a fellow exiting the Chryslus Building – which itself was cracked and crumbling in places – and approaching him, Kong. “Hold that thought, Major. We’ve got company,” he said, his eyes remaining fixed on the figure nearing ever closer.

Adams took point as his men followed suit. The anonymous man spoke first.

"Welcome to the Chryslus Tower, Mr. Mieux is currently doing some work, and has asked I entertain you instead. I'm Colonel Graye." He nodded his head curtly to Adams.

Before a brief inspection of Colonel Graye’s hand, Adams gripped it and shook tight. “Very well; what do you offer? Singing, dancing, bear on a tricycle?” Adams joked, though was quick to resume professionalism. “If you could just lead my men and I to a place where we can sit down and perhaps have a few drinks, that’d be perfect.”

Graye, followed by Adams, Kong and Autumn Squad, led them through a maze of grey, grimy, broken-down corridors before showing them to a cosy longue of a rather stark contrast. Two plush sofas, divided by a coffee dotted with an assortment of food and drink, centred the longue, and a gallery of portraits decorated the wall.

“Very good. Let’s take a seat, Major.” Adams gestured towards the sofas, then quickly turned to face his squad. “Jennings, Casson, guard the door. Haywood, Drake, remain here by my side. Each soldier nodded and obeyed their respective orders. Adams went to open his mouth, though was distracted by presence behind him. With a sigh, he addressed Graye.

“With all due respect, Colonel, I’d prefer it if you left the room. I’ve no doubt we’re under heavy surveillance, but your standing there, breathing down my neck, unnerves me. Thank you.” Expecting Graye to submit without question, Adams turned back to Kong.

“Anyway, Major. What’ve you to report?” Adams asked, feeling tempted by the luscious apples in front of him.

OOC: Apologies for the slight control, but it does speed things up. And would Mieux have apples? Oh, and Graye does by no means have to respect with my wishes. Act accord to how Graye would, Martyr.

[Darlene DIllow]

OOC: This post will contain another plot twist, albeit smaller and more personal to Alex.

Alexander Scalatti

Alex slum[ed over backward and fell onto a corner. He covered the wound with his hand, but blood kept coming out. Is it my time? Alex wondered.

Donald let go of Ann, who ran over to Alex crying. Alex moaned and groaned as the wound was very painful. John was nowhere to be seen, and so was Vlad.

"Well well well, time to finish you off number 552."

Alex groaned, but managed to speak, "How in the hell did you know my vault number?"

Donald laughed silently, "Cause, I am your overseer."

Ann, who managed to stop crying, and Alex, who was still bleeding, were both in shock. "You're not the overseer you murderer!" Ann yelled.

"Ayup, I was the one who planted the bomb in the first place."

Ann always had some gauzes in her purse, which she used to cover up Alex's wounds. "But, you don't look like him." She affirmed.

"Well, the blast took much of my face, and the mutants tore me up good, but the Enclave under John Henry Eden, the ones who ordered the vault to be destroyed, rescued me and took me to D.C, where I got reconstructed."

"But...but...how? Why?" Alex asked, coughing up blood.

"The Enclave had enough info, now, time to die [censored]!" Donald pointed the gun and was about to shoot, when suddenly a tomahawk came flying from the other side of the casino. It sliced Donald's hand off.

"AAAAAAHHH! MY HAND!!"

Vlad ran at full speed and pounced on Donald. Vlad took out another tomahawk and began to slice and stab Donald. He kept doing that for over a minute. Vlad was covered in blood, and Donald's body was no longer recognizable.

"Lets get you to the doctor," Vlad said as he picked up Alex. Ann was crying in the corner.

[Benjamin Holz]

OOC: Just so you know, the Colonel, if I remember to post it, will not laugh at the joke, he's pretty stiff as a bored humor wise. And eh, I don't think so just yet. Mieux got to that tower for roughly a week. So it could have some Dandy Boy Apples or whatever they're called. But those are irradiated, like all pre-war food, so you'd be ready to eat it with Rad-Away. Anywho, I'll make a post....whenever. It's 2:08 PM here, but I've been up since 3 AM, so I'm a bit tired atm :laugh: But I'll respond to posts aimed at me accordingly. But as a footnote in case you post before me. Mieux won't see you idly, unlike when he ruled Arcadia, his sole purpose at the moment being the owner of all Manhattans power, so he's become emotionally detached and concerned about repairing his building. One of those pride things. BTW, you're on the 52nd floor if you went to the Executive Lounge, the 52nd and Lobby are the only two available floors, but when you ask the colonel about it, just pick a number at random and it's opened up for your bunking and etc.

Edit: Grayes a semi-yes man. Ask him to shoo and he'll shoo. Just knock on Mieuxs door (Its on the 52nd floor too) and the colonel will answer.

[Natalie Harvey]

“Anyway, Major. What’ve you to report?”

"Err... no sir", Kong stammered, "I have been here little longer than you. I arrived and conveyed a message from the President to Mieux but he, characteristically, acted aloof and superior, kind of made my skin crawl really sir. I mean we could just bomb this place to the ground and have him shot, yet here we are, his guests; hell his benefactors, not the other way around as I am sure he would have everyone believe. Mieux requested that our soldiers trypically keep indoors, he said, essentially, that the Sentry Bots provide the first defenses and we'll provide the second, I can only assume that he does not wish to be seen with us; to that I could say, 'the feeling is mutual'. I understand that you came here straight from waking, and after a briefing from the President, we have plenty of MREs already here; I believe that the sweet is strawberry sauce! Far superior to apple sauce."

[Helen Quill]

Mieux walked into the lounge with his colonel, briefing him on some of the systems diagnostics and tower control. Mentally, Mieux froze, seeing the Colonel Adams, to which Mieux cursed under his breath and put on a cordial but lacking in warmth greetings. "Hello Colonel, I do apologize for my reclusive behavior, but having to carefully monitor Manhattans power supply and the system that monitors said power is very time consuming. Indeed, that half repaired lobby is the result of three expert mechanics and electricians repairing the old lobby. However, that leads me to wonder, if I'm self sufficient for the time being, what are your men offering me? You might say protection, but I could get that anywhere."

Mieux sat down across from Adams and said in a business, yet appropriate and unoffensive tone. " I know Sutler sent half my request, but I can't accept it. Half a request is useless to me, that shipment I wanted is all or nothing, not my terms, it's technical terms." Mieux caught himself, realizing he'd start going into the technical reasons why he'd need that entire shipment, "Er, nevermind, suffice to say, I can make do with my current set up. Oh, and do be prepared for other guests in the near future, but, in the meantime, you and your men may take the 2nd and 3rd floors, I'd offer you a higher floor, but for tactical reasons on your part. Before you ask, the second floor is accessible via the stairs and elevator, on the 1st/lobby floor is a gymnasium with exercise equipment and showers, so your men could continue to remain fit and active without exposing your position here." He then raised his eyebrow half smiling, turning to the Major Kong "I heard your statement when I came in here Major. I don't want to be seen with you all, and for good reason. Though I can remain obstensively neutral to wasteland politics, it seems other's cant seem to learn to do so. It wouldn't do me well for people to know I was comfortably allowing Enclave presence in my controlled areas. I need all the proper business I can get, after all, I currently control the most valuable commodity. Power." He looked back to Colonel Adams, "Oh, and I suggest you don't make contact with this 'mafioso' that has risen up to contact you. Don't worry about how I know, but still, they are a force I seek to have eliminated soon enough. That said, I think the Enclave keeping away from them will prevent some bad blood," Mieux then smirked and said in a light laugh, "And trust me Adams, there WILL be bad blood in the days ahead."

Encrypted radio transmission to Port Neptune, Leon Graves

Mr. Utopia sent the broadcast from the mainframe ordered by Mr. Mieux, Mr. Utopia obliged and sent the message he was told to send. "Mr. Graves, this is Mr. Utopia, Mr. Mieux's systems manager. I've been given orders to ask that you come and meet Mr. Mieux at Chryslus Tower on the southern end of Manhattan Island, if you come at night, it'll be the tallest building, and the only one with lights on the rooftop level of the building. Mieux wishes to extend a generous offer to you Mr. Graves. Please come immediately. Also, be sure to bring a large contingent of men."

[Cassie Boyle]

James Beneteau

James walking away notices another aircraft landing he looks back then thinks "must be why he is not hiring" he shrugs it off and heads on his way. When he walks a bit he notices the area is blocked by debris. He looks on his map for a way around while doubling back

[James Wilson]

OOC: Happy Mothers' Day for those in Britain.

Adams cringed somewhat at Major Kong’s awkward rambling. Is this man for real? He speaks to me, his superior, about sauces when we’re dealing with important foreign affairs? May God have mercy on America’s soul if this idiot rises to power.

“Hmm, yes, well, let’s focus on the matter at hand, shall we? We cannot simply bomb Mieux, for obvious reasons; he’s far too-“

"Hello Colonel.”

Jesus… Adams jumped in his seat, before regaining his composure and replying warmly, despite his true feelings.

“Ah, Mr. Mieux. Long time, no see!” he said heartily, if not rather falsely, shaking Mieux’s hand.

Adams listed assiduously, hand stroking his chin, as Mieux nattered on about this and that. He cocked his head slightly and raised an eyebrow at the mention of ‘Mafioso’. Mafioso? Trying to contact us? Ugh, I don’t need this [censored] to deal with.

“Keep away from them? That’s going to be difficult if they’re contacting us, Mieux. Quite frankly, I couldn’t give a damn about such scum. These thugs are an impediment to progress – to both of us, that is. At this moment in time, I don’t need them standing in the way. Disposing of them would be a simple matter, and it’d provide the boys with a welcome training exercise. If anything, it gives me something to do; I’m honestly stick of all this traipsing to and fro, achieving very little. Really, I’m intrigued as to why you suggest I don't reply to them – enlighten me, please. Their well-being, or lack of, has little influence on you, especially considering you seek to have them eliminated. Even as a businessman, surely you can see such thugs serve no purpose. In fact, may I be so bold as to say that no one else in the New Manhattan possess the power and will to help you progress? You’re best bet is to work strictly with the Enclave, if you want to work efficiently, anyway.”

Adams felt strange and uneasy – the two feelings evident in his rather stumbled attempt at marketing. More than anything else, he was confused; he could easily name five people back at the Bunker who’d be better suited for such a mission.

OOC: Adam, just to be sure, you don’t honestly expect Adams to get much out of Mieux here, do you? I got the impression you were simply trying to get rid of him – or at least that was Sutler’s primary reason, anyway. Thanks.

[Olga Xx]

Mieux, digging at a fleck of dirt in his nails, when Adams asked why Meiux wanted them left ignored and in Mieux's want. Mieux said coldly but in a normal tone, "Because there's enough people rivaling for power. Actually, now that I think about it. I want you to do me a little favor, look for either the leader, a man named 'Joey Gallo' or look for one of his Caporegimes, or whatever rank system he uses. Oh, and, bring take one thousand caps, we're going to need a nuka colas crate worth of Jet, don't worry why, let's just say it's a vital information tool. Don't let you or whoever does the kidnapping be seen with anything Enclave on them, your presence here in Manhattan is unknown, I'd like to see that it is kept that way as long as possible. The Enclave works with me as my back up, and in turn, I provide you with safety, and a faint luxury, now, if the world rolls my way, Alex MIGHT give me back Arcadia, if not, well, we have bigger problems." Mieux then looked to Major Kong, "I beg your forgiveness Major, but I have a matter to speak with Colonel Adams about."

Mieux escorted Adams into the office who's doors were guarded by Sentry Bots. When he opened the doors, he allowed Adams to take in the sight of the office, slightly worn, yet still very business appealed and embodying a sense of corporate glory. At the far end of the room, against the huge glass window looking to the Northern Manhattan skyline, Arcadia in the distance, but at the wall was a massive collection of five mainframes, at the center was a wall mount terminal that controlled the device. "Colonel Adams, have a seat." He waved a hand to a worn crimson fabric armchair on the other side of the desk. Mieux sat in the black leather chair. "Now Colonel. I want you to see soemthing, our dear friend Sutler no doubt will keep it in his power to PREVENT you from learning, but, pissing off Sutler is become a rather amusing past time." Mieux grinned an impish grin. "Ahem, anyway Adams, I have a cure for ghouls, at least, in theory. When I fled to DC, I spent those two weeks trying to find a cure for my unique little problem, well, after putting my insides through hell with massive doses of a Buffout, Rad-Away, and Rad-X mix, as well as a five hour interval of Med-X to nullify the pain for a while, I found my cure, in theory, this could save ghouls, the problem here is, Alan is, shall we say, very stubborn, to him, a ghoul is no longer human, a mutant. He saw me as a diseased vermin. That said, I want to find a way to put this cure into circulation, and I'll need your help convincing troops to see the light in helping heal these people." Mieux, in a rare break in his usual smugness, was actually pleading with Adams, " What I'm asking isn't a betrayal of your country, you're saving it by doing this, Sutler would never approve most likely, so you would have to go behind his back to help me with this. If you say no, I won't hold it against you, but watch, when you next contact Sutler, mention that cure, and you'll have all the proof he's playing the bigot."

[W E I R D]

James Beneteau

James approaches the Cryslus building again trying to double back, he decides to try again thinking "sometimes persistence is rewarded". He walks back up to the building and talks to the robot standing watch saying " i would like another meeting with a representative of this complex at the next available time i will be at the same location as before". He approaches the parking structure same as before and holds idle thereto with his weapon drawn in case of attack.

[Kristina Campbell]

The sentry bot that stood watch in the interior lobby rolled up to the man and said in it's authoritive professional tone, "I'm sorry, but the Chryslus Tower is currently not permitting uninvited visitors. Please, leave immediately, refusal to do so will be deemed an act of hostility. Have a nice day." Standing in front of the man, awaiting him to leave or commit a crime.

[Shelby Huffman]

James Beneteau

James "um... ok can you tell me the nearest available time then?" he says while keeping a good watch on the sentry bot's targeting and diagnostics array.

[Dominic Vaughan]

"Currently, no one is permitted without invitation by Mr. Mieux, which is noted to us before hand. Please, vacate the interior premises, trespassers will be shot. Thank you." It simply stared into James' direction. It's insides could be heard whirring faintly.

[Ernesto Salinas]

James Beneteau

James Roger please note my personnel radio frequency of 4218.86khz and 10502.89khz and relay that to whomever is in charge that i will be listening on those frequencies should they have a job for me" he says then begins to leave with no intent of violence.

[JR Cash]

Adams sat in the tattered chair – although scarred with age, it still did a satisfactory job in pleasing his buttocks. The sun shone bright high in the sky, illuminating the destroyed city below, and sending rays of light into the office, which itself was dusty and rundown. While happy with the warmth of the room, Adams couldn’t help but sigh at Mieux’s words.

Before burying his head in hands hand, Adams looked Mieux in the eye and replied. “Haven’t we been through all this before? Look, before we move on, let me make one thing clear; the Enclave is not your dog. I’m not obliged to do you any favours, Mieux. If I chose to kill off these pitiful thugs, then it’s to serve the Enclave’s ends, not yours. And above all else, you expect to me aid you in trafficking illegal substance! Why, I’m insulted.” Adams cleared his throat and calmed himself before continuing. “Don’t get it twisted; I, personally, have no intention of having you at our beck and call, though perhaps we could try a little harder at making our dealings mutually beneficial, yes? Excellent.”

“Anyway, regarding this so-called cure of yours, it seems a bit hit or miss, if I’m honest. You may be surprised to hear that I do in fact agree with President Sutler on the ghoul matter; they’re vile creatures, and no society could function with such… things walking around. They’re like monsters from an old horror flick, and ticking timebombs, effectively – research has proven that. And, in spite of what you say, I will be betraying my country if I were to spread word of this cure – or at least it would be in the President’s mind, anyway. You’re not stupid, Mieux, surely you can see the tension between Sutler and I, and surely you must realise that such an act of defiance would not bode well for me, or the Enclave. You really think I’m going to risk divisions within the Enclave for a cure you repeatedly mention may work only in theory? “Adams exhaled, and drummed his fingers on the arm rest, throwing potential options around in his mind. “Maybe, and I stress maybe, if you were to guarantee that the cure would function correctly, I’ll question the President during our next meeting. Autumn Squad – the men you see with me now – are loyal to me, but convincing anyone else of my views, the most efficient method of restoring at least some semblance of a society, would be impossible, I assure you that much.”

[Chris Johnston]

Joey Gallo:

The workers assembled a small wall around the building. Aldo had found data on the computer

"The whole first half is corrupted, the second half is good...ish." Aldo said, showing Joey the terminal:

Terminal No. 5-$a%a$ and $o&^s report

*DATA CORRUPTED-AUTOMATIC SYSTEM DELETION*
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Last report-October 23, 2077 at 12:00PM: Extreme air movement from the WEST. All Airforce bases to go on alert immediately. Extreme air movement from the NORTH. All Airforce bases to go on alert immediately. Allied air movement from the SOUTH. Clear South.

As they read the report, it seemed to be a chilling remembrance of the War.

"Looks like China and the US started it." Aldo said as he looked at the report once more. Joey turned to Vito, who was sitting at the radio desk once again

"Send the broadcast out again." Joey ordered him

"Yes sir." Said Vito, flipping switches and pulling the microphone closer.

"To all Enclave units in the area. We require you at sector Charlie Nine-Six, I repeat, Sector Charlie Nine-Six. Send anyone you can! We need your assistance." Vito set it to repeat over many radio stations.

"They have to hear it."

[Ross Zombie]

James Beneteau

James Picks up the transmission getting transmitted over multiple frequencies.


"To all Enclave units in the area. We require you at sector Charlie Nine-Six, I repeat, Sector Charlie Nine-Six. Send anyone you can! We need your assistance."

From the sound of the transmission he knew that he could make his way to them within a few hours knowing that he most likely wont be finding enclave soldiers but there may be civilians in need of assistance so he heads in there direction.


OOC: radio jargen is a formatted a bit different they would immediately know your not trained to use a radio just to make that clear

[Eire Charlotta]

Mieux had mentally whited over. Adams declaration of agreeing with Sutler had made him mad. He spoke in a quiet, yet biding tone, "Firstly, those chems are nto for trafficking. Had you paid attention, you'd know I don't deal in chems, these chems are for my 'discussion' I'll be having with someone soon. Secondly, I want to throw you out of my building for those bigoted words of yours, I expected more of you, but I'd be a fool to do so just yet. Thirdly, you're right, the Enclave isnt my dog, dog's are more useful." Mieux, unable to contain his anger, said in a tone between raised and yelling, "No get the HELL out of my office Colonel Adams." He watched as Adams made an empty gestured bow of the head and left the room. Mieux rubbed his upper lip, his fingers bristling in his moustache as he thought to himself. He despised bigotry with a passion, "Back then it was Chinese, now it's ghouls. Anytime a difference is around, people have to spite it." He calmed down and grabbed the walkie talkie. "Andrew, come to my office, I need you." He waited a minute or two, and he heard a raspy response, "Yes, sir. Just let me finish repairing the last of the lobbys lightings systems."

Mieux had waited for Andrew to come in, over all it took over an hour and a half for Andrew to finish. "I'm glad you could make it Andrew." He smiled kindly to the ghoul, who's features, though decayed and charred looking, it could still be seen he was handsome before the bombs altered his looks. "You requested me sir?" Andrew asked, his tone obviously expecting a frayed wire or something miniscule. "Andrew, what I'm going to ask of you will be very big. I have a possible cure for your ghoulification, it worked for me, but I was never a ghoul in the classic sense. I won't lie, this will be dangerous. On one hand, if this suceeds, you'll look as you did when the bombs hit, and you'll become a normal man. On the second hand, if this doesnt work, you may die. With a ghoul, theres no telling what has been damaged, it usually depends on the ghoul if my theories are correct. However, based on your life story pre and post war, your limited exposure to radiation aside from the blast of the War should save you. I've read about these super mutants that come from Vault 87 in D.C., the FEV they are exposed to alters them so rapidly and painfully, it's unlikely they will survive it in terms of mental capacity. Rumor has it two survived the process mentally speaking. Well, the reason I mentioned this is that your radiation exposure level is the same way, the more time you spent around radiation, the more it sort of 'sticks' to your genetic code. So what do you say?" Andrew looked at the floor and stared into it as though it was going to attack if he looked away. "I'm afraid of dying, but if I die and it helps come closer to a cure, I'll do it."

Mieux was proud of Andrew for risking himself. Mieux, Andrew, and Colonel Graye were now on the 42nd floor, which used to be an West Tek lab facility, Mieux and Andrew in a hermetically sealed patients room. "Alright Andrew, I need you to strip naked, then put this hospital gown on." Mieux was wearing a lab coat and face mask. "Alright Andrew, now that you're ready, I'm going to ask you to lie on this table and get ready for me to put these systems in you. Alright, now I'm only going to put the IV in your vein, then we'll set it up." Mieux looked to Colonel Graye, who was behind a shatter resistant glass of an observation room. "Graye, do you see a wall switch that says 'sterilize'? Put the switch in the up position so that the light turns red." Graye obliged, and soon a light mist descended the room, sterilizing the room, yet safe for humans to be in contact with. "Andrew, I want to warn you before this starts. I can't put it all in you at one shot, it'd kill you, and it WILL hurt. I want you to know I CAN'T put the Med-X in your system until five hours from now." Mieux's heart sank at the look of horror Andrew gave. "I'm sorry, but it's a safety measure."

Mieux sighed nervously. "Alright, let's do this Graye." he said, now standing in the observation room. He flipped the intercom switch, "Alright Andrew, I'm going to inject the Rad-X Buffout compounds, this should help make the pain alot less than it will be." Within seconds, Mieux placed a slow oozing liquid compound of crushed Buffout and Rad-X in a liquid IV substance, watching as it slowly inched down the tube to Andrew. He waited for thirty minutes and asked Andrew, "How are you feeling Andrew? Are you alright." The intercom he placed next to Andrews bed clicked on, a faint, slurred voice spoke, "Y...Yeah, n-not hurting. Feeling....Feeling W-weak, dizzy." Mieux's face, worn with genuine concern asked to him, "Listen, if you want to back out now, I won't blame you." Andrew flailed for the switch by his bed attempting to hit it. "No.....Greater good....must stay." Mieux looked to Graye, "Okay, I need four doses of rad-away but make it flow at bare minimal, we need it to circulate in his system, not flood it, if it does, it's a pain beyond imagination." He shuddered at the memory of the mistake when he did it to himself. He watched as the golden liquid crept down to Andrew. He suddenly looked better than when he injected the Rad-X and Buffout compound. "Hey, Mr. Mieux, I'm feeling fine. It's wo-" Andrew stopped, clutching his heart. "Wait, somethings wrong. I-I-" He fell back on the bed and started thrashing around on the bed. "GRAYE! I NEED THE MED-X CASE. NOW!!!" Mieux grabbed the box of Med-X hypos and ran into the sterile chamber, the doors making a loud hissing noise as he ran in. "Hang on Andrew. Hang on." he pulled the sleeve off the hypo needle and flicked it. He then pushed it into Andrews heart. He stopped thrashing, but looked worn down. "Andrew, wake up, come on, snap out of it kid." And just as quickly as it stopped, Andrew thrashed about, this time screaming. Mieux held him down and injected a second dose, the EKG machine beeping sporradically as his heart rate spiraled out of control. Andrew gave another roaring scream, and the machine flatlined. "No...No [censored] it no. I was so close. I... NOOOOOOOOO!" Mieux roared in a sorrowful rage, smashing the IV machine. Andrew had been a valuable mechanic and electrician since the beginning of Arcadia, and his loss of his friend was sending him into a sorrow endowed rage. He stormed out of the level back to the 52nd floor to his office, tears streaming down his face.

Through it all, Colonel Graye stood in the observation room, dumbstrucke at the scene, having never seen Mieux express this much emotion before.

[rae.x]

Joey Gallo:

Joey smiled, they would be coming.

"Lets play some music. Do they have music here?" Joey and the others looked around

"YES! They used these as a cover for secret radio transmissions. Uh, this one is uh...lemme clear the dust." Aldo blew the dust off of the case and read the name

"We'll Meet Again, by Vera Lynn." Vito said. He grabbed it, and put it on the record player. He didn't turn it on yet. Vito turned the radio equipment on, and started talking

"Okay, folks, here's some music. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHcunREYzNY." He turned on the record player and set the microphone to constantly pick up that noise.

[Samantha Mitchell]

OOC: Why the hell is everyone having they're own radio stations?

[Kortniie Dumont]

OOC: First off, I have a former US Government Radio station. Back in the days, the US used music to cover up a lot of radio traffic. That is basically what I am doing now.

[Jeffrey Lawson]

OOC: Touchy touchy young man, I misread it as you running a radio station. There's already been 3-5 throughout the RP, it's just a little tedious is all.

[Dean Ashcroft]

"... and that's it Mr President sir, the messege simply repeats on a loop. They then started playing a pre-war music holotape sir." Lieutenant Locklear was speaking on a direct line to the President's Office.

"I see," said Sutler thoughtfully. "What is the diagnosis down there?"

"Sector Charlie Nine-Six matches designations on some old pre-war maps of the Eastern Seaboard that where already here sir. Point of origin does appear to be an old US Army communications facility somewhere on Manhattan island. Clearly a wastelander attempt to attract us, impossible to say whether it is a weak attempt to appear as one of our squads or whether the stupid bastards actually think we want to help them sir."

Sutler chuckled, "indeed. Such is the way with the mainlanders Lieutenant, such is the way. A probable threat, perhaps over the mainlanders we have made public examples of in preparation of a permenant Manhattan Outpost. Not something, I believe, that warrents a Verti-Assualt Team to investigate; anything further Lieutenant?"

"No sir. That'll be all, thank you sir."

[Steven Hardman]

OOC: Alex was only out for about three hours.

Alexander Scalatti

Alex awoke with a bright light shining in his face. "Where am I?"

"He's alive," Alex heard a voice say. He tried to sit up, but the pain was very great. He groaned in agony as he lied back down.

"Honey, your're in the hospital, your wound was pretty bad."

"Ann?" Alex said softly.

"Yes, its me."

A doctor walked into the room. Ann stepped over to the corner, while the doctor walked near Alex. He pulled out a clipboard full of numbers and diagrams.

"Mr. Scalatti, you are lucky to be alive. The bullet wound shattered several bones in your chest. We had to implant a metal plate in order for your bones to heal. You should be fine, and after a year, the plate can be removed.

Both Ann and John sighed in relief.

"So, will I be able to run and stuff like that?"

"Yup, you can do anything you used to do, just don't fall into salt water for too long. It will corrode the metal."
_________________________________________

Alex checked out of the hospital and paid the massive 4000 Cap bill. [censored] cheaters. Go to hell legalized medicine. After leaving the hospital, John, Ann, and Alex all boarded a jeep.

"Hello New Manhattan! There is not much news today, but I have an update on the rebellion in the Lake Federation. The rebels have been pushed into New Laketon. Details remain sporadic, but the government forces have begun a full scale attack on the city.

In other news, Donald Crosby, the leader of the rebellion has died from many Tomahawk strikes in the CAPone casino after an attempted hit and run on John Fairfield. John is not commenting, but did tell his country in a radio broadcast that the rebel leaders will be hanged.

Now, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5n5mtE2YHA"

"Where we going?" John asked, putting down a phone he used to deliver a speech on Lake Federation airwaves.

"To the Chryslus Tower."
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There were many close calls with mutants and raiders, but they eventually reached the tower. A guard was waiting. After getting entrance confirmation, Alex, Ann, and John all boarded the elevator up to the executive lounges.

It was a nice lounge, with a great view of the ruins of Manhattan. Alex plopped into a couch and cuddled with Ann. John sat at an arm chair and popped out a old pre war book.

Alex then noticed Colonel Adams sitting on a couch on the other end of the room. Alex hoped that he did not notice him, as Alex knew that the Colonel hated him.

[James Shaw]

OOC: Gonna retcon your entrance a little bit, but not by much.

Colonel Graye was down in the lobby, looking around idly, and saw to his surprise Alex Scalatti, his wife, and a stranger and nodded his head to Alex. "Mr. Scalatti, welcome. I'm sorry, but something has come up. Mr. Mieux is.....detained. But I CAN lead you to the executive lounges. However, I must ask you, as guests, to refrain from provoking the Enclave troops here." Before Alex could ask, Graye spoke calmly, "Mieux, though I shouldnt say, is in a bad way right now. He locked himself in his office and hasn't come out for hours. He lost one of his closest employees to an experiment. He's really upset." The elevator dinged as they reached the 52nd floor, "Enjoy your drinks you three, I'll see if I can convince Mieux to open his doors. If not, I...don't know what to tell you, maybe sleep on a couch?" The colonel, still wearing his uniform from serving Arcadia, nodded to Alex and looked nervously at Colonel Adams sitting on a sofa as he made his exit from the lounge.

[Dark Mogul]

OOC: Slightly fixed it.

Oh boy, this will be tense. Colonel Adams hates Alex I believe.